So Good for Me: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I wrap my arms around him, begging for more. He thrusts deeper and deeper until I feel myself start to lose control. My body stiffens and I cling tightly to his chest as I cum for him.

  After a few minutes of holding on, I relax back into the pillows. My mind feels like a blizzard of emotions after what just happened. The biggest thing that I feel is worry.

  After I don’t move for a few minutes, Randall lies down next to me and asks me if something is wrong. He looks concerned. I sit up and sigh softly. I don't want to, but since what we just did happened, I owe it to him to confess what's bothering me.

  "I am afraid we'll get in trouble at work," I explain.

  That’s my one big concern. He surprises me by laughing a little before reaching over and taking my hand. He gazes at me tenderly, and he tells me he’ll protect me and be with me no matter what.

  "I can make it as a lawyer on my own with you as my paralegal if I need to," he finishes.

  After hearing his words, I know that he will choose me over any job if it comes to that. I can’t believe I am so cared for. I wasn't expecting this. His sweetness erases all the worries and fears that I had about losing my virginity to him.

  He senses my emotions and surprises me again by pulling me close to him. We hesitantly wrap our arms around each other and just hold each other.

  I can tell this is a new experience for both of us. I wouldn’t have thought someone like him would react this way at all. I want to get to know him more as a person. Eventually I break away from him.

  He looks at me, afraid something else is wrong. I reassure him that everything is fine. I just want to try to find more things for us to do together.

  He pulls me back and we spend more time kissing. This is becoming my favorite thing to do with him. It's also the perfect way to spend the rest of the day, in my opinion, considering what has changed between us. Although I think I’m curious to try other sexual experiences in the future with him, right now I just want to take things slow and gentle. I've always felt that's how it should be when a woman loses her virginity.

  I'm glad that Randall decided to do things that way as well. Even though he is still my boss, I guess I need to start thinking of him in terms of a lover now. After we finish kissing, we hold each other and cuddle.

  "Neither one of us was expecting this," he comments.

  I nod my head in agreement. We turn on the TV, but we have to mute the news. They are just talking about the travel bans and the virus. I don't mind being stranded here with him. I reach down and start rubbing him.

  I can feel him growing hard in my hand. He moans in my ear and starts kissing my neck. After a few more strokes, I spread my legs and guide him inside me again. I want to feel him take me from behind. He cups my breasts as he slides in and out of me. I turn my head and lean back against him. I love the way his hands feel on me.

  He strokes my breasts softly, then lightly fingers my nipples. That sends chills down my spine. How does he do that? I reach behind me and wrap my arms around his neck, arching my back and pushing my chest out. I feel complete and whole when I’m with him, and I never want to be without him.

  Chapter 9 - Randall

  We have been under lockdown for a full week, yet Mary and I still aren’t tired of each other. In fact, spending this much time together has been amazing. I could get used to living like this.

  I’ve been starting to think I don't want my life to be any other way. We both enjoy it here in Hawaii, even if we aren’t allowed outside often yet. It's like paradise, especially since I'm here with her.

  I'm the first to wake. The sun is just starting to stream through the window. I can already feel the air warming in the room. I yawn and stretch before getting up to use the bathroom. I'm careful not to disturb Mary. She's sleeping soundly.

  After I attend to my business, I crawl back into bed with her. I don't like being away from her for a single second. I pull the covers off of her and stare at her naked body. It makes me instantly aroused. I press my erection against her ass.

  She twitches in her sleep. I smile softly, then reach a hand down to gently spread her thighs. I want to surprise her this morning. I start stroking her pussy, slowly. I can feel her getting wet. She moans and starts to move more, pressing herself against me.

  "That's my girl," I whisper.

  After a few more minutes of this, I pull my hand away. She continues to writhe around on the bed, searching for my touch. Eventually she stops. I watch her for a few more minutes until she opens her eyes and looks around, confused. She blinks at me a couple times when she notices me.

  "I had the craziest dream just now…" she murmurs.

  I laugh a little.

  "That wasn't a dream, baby," I reply with a wink.

  "Oh!" she exclaims, realizing what I mean.

  She blushes, then looks embarrassed. I take her chin in my hand and tilt her face so she looks at me.

  "I'm going to introduce you to another first this morning," I promise her.

  "Oh really?" she asks curiously.

  I nod before pulling all the blankets off of us. I slowly crawl between her legs, watching her expression. Her eyes grow big with anticipation as I lower my head. I feel her whole body shiver as I lick her pussy for the first time.

  I do it another time, and then again and again, slowly. She starts to grind her hips against my face. I pay special attention to her clit, sucking it gently. This makes her twist around in excitement.

  I grab her by the thighs and pull her closer, holding her steady. I bury my tongue inside of her. She moans loudly, every sound telling me how much she’s enjoying it. Her arms twist upwards as she wraps them around a pillow.

  She continues to buck against my mouth. I don’t stop licking her, and I push my tongue into her pussy until she cums. I tease her by lapping that up as well.

  Afterwards, she melts into the bed and stares at the ceiling in a daze. I don’t leave her alone, though. I'm so turned on by her this morning that I'm on top of her instantly.

  She's still wet from her turn and I’m able to slide right in. I've taken her by surprise, but she's ready for round two. I watch her breasts bounce as I thrust into her.

  I'm going faster and deeper than I ever have before because this morning is my prize. I grunt loudly and wrap her legs around me. I want to feel her body, to know that I have the woman I want.

  I go harder, and she's calling out my name. I didn’t expect that. The sound of her voice only adds to everything I’m feeling, and before I know it I’m going over the edge, cumming deep inside her.

  I gingerly pull out of her, pulsing a little as she whimpers. I wipe myself off with a towel, then throw myself on the bed next to her, joining her in staring at the ceiling.

  I realize I am out of breath. I must have been working harder than I realized. We are both sweaty and panting.

  After a while, she looks shyly at me, so I reach over and wrap my arms around her. She scoots back against me. We lie there in comfortable silence, each of us caught in our own thoughts.

  It dawns on me that the two of us have neither talked about nor confessed our feelings for one another aloud. Obviously, there's something there, or otherwise we wouldn't be acting this way towards each other.

  I ponder how, or even if, I should bring up this topic of conversation. For now, though, I’m content to just keep my thoughts inside as I lie here cuddling her.

  Our quiet moment together is interrupted by the jingle of my ringtone. It’s one of the other partners, telling me they’ve arranged a private plane to come take us back to the mainland. I look at Mary as I speak into the phone.

  "I’ve decided to stay in Hawaii for now. I have been working effectively from here with my assistant and we plan to keep on doing that."

  There’s sputtering from the other end, before the questions come rolling in. I can tell from his tone that he isn’t happy. He wants to know what’s up with me. I decide to be honest and tell
him the truth.

  "I’m in love with Mary and I am determined to be with her, no matter what."

  I look over at her and I can see how happy and relieved she is to hear me say so. She’s smiling through tears, and she looks like she wants nothing more than to pounce on me and hug me. I hear my partner sigh.

  "This is a headache,” he admits, “but I’m sure we’ll be able to work it out. You are a great lawyer, and Mary is one of our best assets. Just make sure this is something that you really want, because this is going to cause a falling-out with the firm if things don’t work out between you two."

  I chuckle at his words of caution.

  "I have never been so sure about anything in my entire life." My partner pauses for a moment before responding.

  "Well, as long as you are sure. Just be careful." We exchange goodbyes and hang up. I turn around to look at Mary. I can’t tell which of us is smiling wider.

  Mary has a call to make, too, and I toss her the phone. She dials her roommate to tell her she won’t be coming back for a long time. Afterwards, she hands the phone back to me. I have never felt more happy or complete in my entire life.

  I pull her into my arms for a long kiss. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her back to the bed. She must be as thrilled as I am to have announced our commitment to the world.

  Who would have guessed that we both had deep feelings for each other? I guess we didn't need to have the big conversation I had planned after all. I'm sure she was happy to hear me say these things out loud. I know that finally admitting them has made me feel better.

  Epilogue - Mary

  One Year Later

  The last year has certainly been a crazy time to be alive. Once a vaccine was developed and administered, the pandemic was over, and everyone was finally allowed to come out of lockdown. The world was relieved, and so was I. I think things would have gotten a lot worse if people had been under quarantine for much longer.

  Life hasn’t changed much for Randall and me. Once we were allowed to travel again, we did end up getting back home as quickly as we could. We felt it was necessary, even though we loved our time in Hawaii.

  I moved in with him as soon as we got back. This was no problem - his house turned out to be so large that my few possessions barely even filled up a closet. It only took a week after that until he proposed. We had a picnic in the park, and then he went down on one knee and asked me to spend the rest of my days with him. It couldn’t have been more romantic, like something out of a movie.

  It was a huge relief for me when I found that our careers were safe. I think I was the one who was the most worried about what our colleagues were going to say about us and everything that happened in Hawaii.

  It turned out that my fears were baseless, because they were actually ok with it once they realized how in love we are with each other. “In love” might be an understatement, though. We find it difficult to keep our hands off of each other.

  At any rate, I feel more at ease when I work now. I feel happier as well. I think that has a lot to do with Randall. It turned out that we make a great legal team. We always work together now. And when we aren't busy at the office, we have the most crazy hot sex. He's so gorgeous, and so passionate, that I’m always ready for him. Everything is just incredible.

  Today is our wedding day, and I’m almost overwhelmed with excitement. He hired people to help me plan a massive celebration. I’ve always dreamed of having a big wedding, ever since I was a little girl, but I never thought that dream would come true. Life sure has a funny way of making things happen.

  Alone in my dressing room, I spend a few minutes wondering at how quickly and unusually we fell in love, but it all seems to be working out for the best. I don't think either of us has ever been happier.

  I hear my musical cue and take my place. My father takes my hand, and we share a smile. He walks me down the aisle to the man of my dreams. Today is the most emotional and memorable day of my life. I try not to cry as we recite our vows. Randall gives me a sweet little kiss. That will have to do for now.

  We spend some time at the reception partying and celebrating with our family and friends, as well as people from the office. Soon, though, I reach my limit. I can’t wait any longer. I want more of what we did in Hawaii. After escaping the reception, we rush to the honeymoon suite of the most expensive hotel in the city.

  Once we are in the room, I wrap my arms around him and kiss him with as much passion as I can. He hums with desire and starts pulling off my dress. I hurry to undress him as well.

  Once we are both naked, I lead him to the bed. I'm feeling adventurous tonight so I push him right in the chest. He's a little surprised, but falls back obligingly. I climb on top of him. He grabs my thighs, and guides my pussy to the tip of his cock, then gently and firmly presses my hips down.

  I feel his big, hard cock slowly slide into my wet pussy. We both moan as I start sliding up and down on him.

  “That’s it; I love when I’m deep in your pussy,” he says, talking to me dirty like I like. He spanks my ass lightly and says, “ride your husband like you’re my little whore.”

  “Yes, husband,” I tell him, replacing the normal “boss” for that new word that I Love.

  Husband.

  I go faster and faster. I don't know what's come over me tonight, but I just couldn't wait to have him. I ride him until I cum, then fall forward and land on his chest. I think I surprised us both with how much I needed him.

  He strokes my hair softly. I curl into him for a few minutes and enjoy his gentle touch.

  Once I recover, he flips me over to have his turn. He goes more slowly than I did, and pushes deeper.

  He wants to take his time and make this last longer. I love having him inside of me, but I have to admit I'm starting to feel tired from the long day. After he cums, I think he starts to feel the same way, because he just lies on top of me for a while, his face behind my shoulder.

  "We'll do better in the morning, I promise," he jokes. His voice sounds muffled against the pillows. I laugh a little.

  "Yes, today was a busy day," I smile at him.

  He rolls off me and wraps me in his arms. We lie in bed spooning. I love when he holds me this way. I feel so safe and protected. I sigh contentedly.

  "Happy wife?" he asks, teasing. "Happy life," I joke back.

  I can feel him laughing.

  I never would have imagined things working out like this between us. To think, at one time I only viewed him as my boss and nothing more. Now he's my husband, and has rapidly become my whole world. I can't imagine life without him. He kisses the top of my head.

  "We should sleep. Tomorrow we talk about our honeymoon location," he informs me.

  "Ooh, can we go to Hawaii?" I ask, giggling. He chuckles and kisses me again.

  "Go to sleep," he commands.

  "Oh, fine," I fake-complain.

  Even though I am tired, I'm in too much of a good mood to sleep. I decide that the best way to relax myself is by thinking about our time in quarantine together. I'll never forget the day he first said he loved me.

  Even now, the memory makes my heart swell with love and pride. I never would have guessed this would be the path my life would take, but I feel so lucky that it is. I'm so happy it was me that he asked to accompany him on that trip. Hawaii will always hold a special place in my heart.

  I hear him snoring softly behind me and realize how comforting the sound is. It’s starting to lull me to sleep, so I close my eyes and smile into my pillow. And just as it always is now, I feel like my heart is smiling too.

  THE END

  Stuck Together

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  Love Under Lockdown Book 4

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  Chapter One - Dean

  From the moment the plane’s tires touched down on the tarmac, I was seized by an impending sense of dread. I was back home in New York City and not for any reason I wanted to be.

  Plus, there was the crisis that the world was in, and New York was the epicenter of the virus. If it wasn’t for my money, there was no way I could set foot on American soil. Only by sneaking in on my own jet did I avoid the long lines and the likely-hood of quarantine. I couldn’t do that, not yet. I had a promise to fulfill first.

  There were so many advantages to living in London. The lack of snow for a start. Sure, there was the rain, but a drizzle never kept an affair from starting as far as I was aware. My accent was considered charming rather than a punchline as it was in most parts of my homeland. There was just something about being from Brooklyn that was considered universally hilarious among Americans. Or, 'yanks', as I had come to think of them. Though I did eventually acquire a pretty close approximation of an upper-class British accent.

  Britain, or at least the England portion of it, also had five meals a day. The standard three plus two so-called 'tea-times' which were more like light lunches. And no one looked at you sideways for having sausages and bacon at breakfast.

  They also had respect for their elders, dagnabbit! I was only thirty-three, yet kids in their late-teens would routinely call me 'sir.' It was both a wonderful tip of the hat and a terrible reminder of one's fragile mortality in the same three-letter word. Not that death was far away from one’s mind during these turbulent times.

  Aside from the cultural advantages, another thing that made London so much more tolerable was the nearly endless list of people who did not live there. My asshole brother and my bastard dad, for example. My ruthless social climber of a mother who seemed to equate marrying into old money with joining the aristocracy. All nowhere to be found among the skyscrapers and spires of Olde London Town.