“Oh, you should know,” he replied. “You like being a bad girl, don’t you?”
Yes, yes, I f*cking did. God, let me be a bad girl.
My mind reeled from his words, but no matter how much I wanted him to f*ck me like the horny woman I was, I worried about the outcome.
“James,” I gasped as his lips brushed against my own once more. “I-“
“Tell me you want me to stop,” he whispered. “I will stop if you want me to. No matter the play we have, I will never force myself on you unless consensual non-consensual play is something you’re into.”
I was a prisoner to the lust he created within me. It didn’t matter how much I knew the situation was wrong with James. I wanted him. “F*ck me.”
With those two words, his lips devoured mine as he spun me completely around to face him. My heart raced, knowing this time we wouldn’t stop. I was going to let him f*ck me whatever way he wanted, and I didn’t care about the outcome.
I had never seen such hunger before, but there it was on the surface of his eyes. His fingers greedily ripped at my panties, “James, what if she-“
My mind instantly went to Tally. What if she came down and caught us? What if for some reason she heard us having sex? What would I do then?
“She won’t,” he quickly replied, cutting me off as his fingers slipped within the folds of my core, causing a moan to escape me.
Rocking my hips against his hand, I felt his long thick erection grow against my belly as he finger-f*cked me to the point I came undone on his hand. The rush of pleasure made me dizzy as I watched him slowly lick my arousal off his fingers.
“You taste so f*cking good,” he groaned as he slid one into my mouth letting me taste myself. “What do you think?”
I had never tasted myself, but what he was doing caused me to moan before he kissed me again. Only this time, the foreplay was over. My fingers pulled at his basketball shorts as I freed the beast inside.
I wanted that long thick erection buried deep inside me, the feeling of him ripping me open as he f*cked me till I couldn’t stand. I was horny as hell, and this man-made me want to do things I had never done before.
Lifting me up, he pressed me against the wall and held my leg high as he roughly thrust himself inside me. It was a move I had been expecting but was widely unprepared for.
A cry of pleasure escaped my lips at the size of him. He was larger than any man I had ever laid with before, and after a moment of stilling for me to adjust, he groaned in pleasure and began his relentless aggression on my aching womb.
“F*ck, you’re so tight,” he moaned as I cried out at how deep he was hitting.
“Oh, yeah,” I moaned softly as I clung to him. “Do you like how tight it is?”
My teasing remark caught him off guard as he hit it harder, causing me to cry out, “I think I should be asking you that.”
My eyes rolled back as I moaned again. “Shit-I have to be quiet, but its so f*cking hard.”
Laughter left his lips as he slowed down to long, deep thrusts with patterned breaks of rough movements. “You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes-” I gasped as I clutched to him for dear life. “More… please…”
Footsteps above us caused my eyes to quickly dart towards the ceiling as I listened to Tally move about the second floor. My eyes met James’ as he noticed it too, and gestured for me to be quiet.
Which wasn’t an easy thing to do when he wasn’t stopping his actions anytime soon.
“Becca?” Tally’s voice called from the top of the stairs, causing both James and I to freeze for a moment before he lifted me up, and took me towards the sofa.
There was no doubt in my mind we were about to get caught, but James seemed more than confident in what he was doing, and before I knew it, he was laying me on the floor behind the sofa.
“She won’t see us here,” he whispered as he continued to f*ck me, his hand over my mouth as I listened to Tally walking about the downstairs area.
“Becca?” she called out again as I felt the rush of pleasure building in my stomach. “F*ck it…. Maybe she went for a run.”
Her footsteps pounded on the stairs, and her bedroom door closing was a sound of relief, but it quickly diminished as I screamed against his hand as my eyes rolled back, riding him out as I came undone.
His own orgasm came quickly as he gripped me tight and came hard inside me. Never had I felt something as exhilarating as this before. Yet, it happened.
“F*ck, Becca…” he whispered as a smile lined his face, and he captured my lips once more for a quick kiss. “I want you.”
“You just had me,” I replied as laughter escaped me causing him to smile.
“No, I want you every single day that you are here. Over and over again at my disposal.”
There was something about his words that turned me on, but the logical side of me always took the front of it. Ruining any chance I had at having fun.
“We will see,” I replied as he pulled out of me and stood to his feet straightening himself.
Laughter escaped me as I watched him pull out of me, and stand, straightening himself before holding out his hand, pulling me up as well.
The awkward moment between us had me unsure of what I was supposed to say. He wasn’t someone I could be with, but I wanted to see him again.
Before I could move past him, though, his hand gripped my upper arm, and he stopped me in my place. The sensation of his skin against mine once more sent my mind racing as I slowly looked up at him.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“Yours?” I asked with confusion, trying to understand what he meant. “I don’t-“
Turning me to face him, he gripped my jaw lightly and stared down at me. “You’re mine, Becca. Tonight will not be the last time I have you.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.