Good Bad Idea 2: Love Means More by Ariella Zoelle & A.F. Zoelle

Author:Ariella Zoelle & A.F. Zoelle [Zoelle, Ariella & Zoelle, A.F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
Amazon: B08668TCQQ
Goodreads: 58832294
Publisher: Sarayashi Publishing
Published: 2020-05-20T22:00:00+00:00

I had fantasized about Ambrose fucking me against a wall for so many years that it hardly seemed real that it was happening. He positioned me with a practiced ease, holding me up like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs and arms around him as he supported me. After he entered me, he hefted me up a little higher to get a better angle.

“You good?” he asked.

“Absolutely amazing.”

“Damn right you are,” he murmured.

With my ankles crossed under his ass, I didn’t have many options for getting any kind of traction to move independently. My limited mobility meant I held on for the ride as Ambrose took full control and made me writhe on the wall in ecstasy. I laced my fingers through his hair, caressing him as he dominated my desires in an impressive show of strength. It was such a turn-on that he could effortlessly take me in such a way.

Primal lust overtook both of us as he ravaged me. I was practically purring with satisfaction with each fierce thrust. Surrendering to his control felt so good as he guided my hips to help maximize my enjoyment. I moaned and gasped his name, getting a thrill every time it inspired a primitive growl out of him. He worked me masterfully, driving me wild.

Confident I was safe in his grasp, I used my right hand to jerk off. It spiked my euphoria to a new level, causing me to arch off the wall with a soft keen.

Ambrose compensated for my repositioning, never breaking his rhythm as he kept pounding into me. His voice was a dark rumble as he ordered, “Put on a show for me, darlin’.”

Happy to do as he commanded, I grew increasingly vocal while I masturbated, calling out to him as I overwhelmed myself from the intensity of the experience. “Ambro—oh, fuck!”

“That’s it, let me hear you.”

More than willing to oblige, I was grateful he had a house and not an apartment. Otherwise, his neighbor would have been banging against the other side of the wall and yelling at us to keep it down.

My toes curled as I got closer, my grip in his hair tightening as I raced toward my finish. I was almost there when his phone rang.

He didn’t stop for it, but when they called back again, he growled in irritation. The third try made him angrily swear up a storm. After the fourth time, I suggested, “Maybe you should answer. It’s obviously important.”

When his ringtone sounded a fifth time, it caused him to pull out with a flurry of very creative Irish curses. He lowered me to stand and went over to answer it with a snarl. “You’ve got my bloody attention! What the fuck do you want?”

All traces of rage disappeared in an instant as Ambrose asked, “Cally?” He pulled the phone from his ear to check the number. “Where are you calling me from?” He listened to the reply, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What? Why? Is everything okay?”

Whatever Ambrose’s younger brother Callum said caused him to grow even more concerned.

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