So Good for Me: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  “Yes, please,” I said, referring to his cock as much as his clearly rhetorical question.

  Scooping me up into his arms like he had done so many times, though with a bit more effort that time, my newlywed husband carried me into the penthouse to finalize and sanctify our union by fucking me silly.

  One of the advantages to the dress we finally chose was that it was exceedingly easy to get off. Long and mostly sleeveless, it was mostly a matter of lowering the straps until the dressed cascaded down around my ankles. I neglected to wear underwear with the silky number, so a hop and a skip later and I was completely naked atop the southern French resort.

  Stepping close, Tobias ran his hand down my body, from my neck to my pussy, gently cupping the latter, making me gasp. Literally holding me by the pussy, Tobias managed to get undressed one handed. His black boxer shorts fell to the floor. His hard cock spring out towards me like a cobra in a basket.

  Unable to resist any longer, I got on my knees, taking his cock deep into my mouth. My eyes locked on his as I slowly and lovingly swallowed his cock, continuing until my lips brushed his pelvis. Easing back to a more comfortable depth, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and sucked his perfect cock at a regular rhythm, working his thick, sweet cum into my mouth. His load came in an absolute flood. A long moan of release escaped him.

  “Your turn,” he said with a long smile.

  Hauling me up into his arms once aging, this time with me flat against him, my legs wrapped around his legs, Tobias carried me over to the bed, the two of us kissing as we moved across the lovely marble floor which had been surprisingly comfortable under my knees.

  Getting me onto the bed, Tobias ran his hands down my legs, taking each of my feet into his hands. Through a miracle of strength and co-ordination, he massaged both my feet in tandem, making me moan in joy, nearly melting into the high fiber European sheets.

  Working me up to a near frenzy, Tobias went in for the knockout punch, dropping his head between my thighs. He lapped perfectly at my aching pussy, almost making me scream in pleasure. Introducing his fingers into the situation, he worked my pussy as he licked my clit, bringing me to a wracking orgasm.

  Doing my best to rally, it was nearly twenty minutes before I could get to my feet. I hobbled to my suitcase to put my cunning plan into motion.

  “What are you doin’, Pumpkin?”

  “I have another present for you,” I said as I returned to the bed.

  “Right now?” He asked.

  “Trust me, it’s on theme.”

  I watched with great anticipation as he untied the ribbon and top the lid from the box. His eyes lighting up as he saw what was inside.

  “Is that what I think it is?”

  “Probably,” I said, unable to imagine what else he might think it was.

  “Are you sure?” He asked.

  “Definitely. How do you want me?”

  “On your side,” he said.

  I shifted onto my side. Tobias gently bent my legs at the knees, opening things up down there a lot more. Returning to the box of gifts, Tobias popped the lid on the little bottle of high-quality water-based lubricant, putting a generous portion onto the butt plug that was also housed in the box.

  Returning the bottle of lube to the box, he gently pulled open my ass with one hand while touching the tip of the butt plug to my tight, virgin asshole, easing it up in there, until the base brushed gently against my ass cheeks.

  “Deep breaths, Pumpkin,” Tobias said, caressing my pussy to help me relax.

  I followed his advice and before too long, I could actually feel my asshole starting to stretch. As soon as I was ready, Tobias eased the butt plug out, leaving my asshole stretched and ready.

  Applying more of the lube to both his cock and my asshole, Tobias pressed the head of his cock into the opening. The very touch made me moan. Getting his cock in to half length, Tobias eased to a stop, leading me in slow breathing exercises like a particularly erotic yoga lesson.

  When I was ready, he started to rock his hips, working his cock in and out of me by increments as I gladly gave him my anal virginity. Leaning down to kiss the back of my neck, which he had already worked out that I really liked, he picked things up a bit. Easing into a regular rhythm.

  “You okay, Pumpkin?”

  “Fuck yes!” I screamed emphatically.

  It had hurt a bit at the beginning when he was first pushing in. His cock was even bigger than the butt plug. But that soon subsided, and I was left with the most intense pleasure as he fucked my asshole.

  Tobias took my hand and squeezed it gently as I came hard. His load blasting inside me in the same moment. It was the strongest orgasm I had ever had in my life and I was very much looking forward to having many, many more.

  “This feels amazing, husband,” I told him, as we cuddled up together in the large bed.

  “Good, wife. I love you so much.”

  “I love you too,” I told him, excited for the rest of our future together as husband, wife and parents.

  THE END

  Below Deck

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  Love Under Lockdown, Book 14

  A series of standalone quarantine romance books.

  Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.

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  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  Chapter One - Carrie

  The best laid plans soon falter. Or something like that anyway. Though what you never really hear about are plans that aren’t laid at all, events in life that come out of nowhere and blindside you like bad news on an idle Sunday afternoon.

  I knew what I wanted to do. I had the whole cliché childhood dream. I was going to be a performer. Broadway was my ultimate goal. I trained for years, both vocally and physically. Few really appreciate the exertion and control required for proper technique, particularly in terms of belting. But you also had to be able to sing quietly and in all contexts.

  Standing, sitting, even lying flat on your back with a hunk of debris in your side, as with my dream role of Epinine in Les Misérables. I still had a scar on my head, small and faded but present, from when my sister threw a shoe at me when I wouldn’t stop singing “On My Own” around the house. My hair was blonde like Cosette, but should it change color at all, I would bloody well dye it if I had to.

  I didn’t have to. It never really came up because I never really got the chance to audition. Fate, striking like a train, sent me over the roof of a car as I rode to practice one lovely Saturday afternoon. I could still technically walk, but nowhere near what would be needed for the rigors of the theatre. Permanent paralysis was the possible cost. Another career had to be found, and quickly.

  While nearly cliché as the best laid plans, it was also usually true that fate rarely closed a door without opening a window. No sooner had I been released from the hospital with a cane to help me walk and a big bastard bill to keep me from sleeping, I saw the ad. MP Solutions was looking for interns. An exciting opportunity for someone with the right attitude. No experience necessary.

  It never failed. There were, in fact, three certainties in life. Death, taxes and get-out-and-walk traffic. No matter how early you left, or the day of the week, it would find you eventually, like the blood-curdling inevitability of a demon’s dark curse that choked out the city sky and crushed all hope of a punctual return.

  The impotent rage of the prisoners of circumstance was expressed in a flurry of ineffectual honking that really only hurt their fellow inmates. The nefarious monsters behind the construction schedule were safe within their gated fortresses.

  It was like an open-air music festival with dozens of acts set up within inches of each other, all competing to be heard over the other. Salsa to the left of me. Metal to the right, Stealers Wheel stuck in the middle, and K-Pop and Top 40 somewhere in the distance. All blocked out, for the most part,
by “Worst Pies in London” in my very own head.

  I was apparently the only one in hundreds to think to wear headphones. I only kept one bud in at a time when the traffic was actually moving of course. At that moment, however, there wasn’t a hell of a lot to listen for.

  As I waited for the horrors of modernity to relent, I set my mind to the day to come. Mostly to my boss, the smokin’ hot and absurdly intelligent Maxwell James Morgan. Replete in his finely tailored suit, inky black to match his liquid eyes.

  He was deep and wise beyond his 29 years, which went a ways to explain how he had managed to qualify for the Fortune 500 when he was not yet 30. It really was enough to make a girl wet. Me in particular. It was a bit embarrassing, but there was more than one occasion when it all just got too much and I had spent the majority of my lunch break in the single-occupancy bathroom, fingering myself to quiet orgasm, imaging his beautiful eyes looking up at me from between my thighs as he ate me out. It got even worse, and better, after I was promoted to his assistant in addition to my duties as an agent.

  With everything else that was happening in the vast and expanding universe, did it really matter if I was fifteen minutes late getting into the office when I knew for a fact that Max spent the first twenty minutes of every workday meditating in his office, preparing his beautiful body and brilliant mind for another day of innovation and would never know unless someone ratted me out? Of course it didn’t. Unfortunately, not everyone shared this philosophy.

  “Late again?” Lauren asked, clicking her tongue in the most patronizing way possible.

  “Depends on your perspective,” I said, placidly as I could manage.

  “What is Max’s perspective?”

  “Non-existent because he isn’t going to know, and if you try to tell him he won’t believe you. He’s more of the seeing is believing type and has a marked distaste for gossip.”

  I didn’t know if the last part was true, but neither did Lauren, so it was certainly worth a try. She was always trying to pull some dirty trick. Not just on me.

  She seemed to have it in for anyone who got in the way of what she wanted. She usually got away with it too. She was a dangerous combination of evil cunning and ethereal beauty, combined with the moral compass of Elizabeth Bathory.

  “Still though. I think it might be time for him to look for someone more reliable to fill the all-important role of his assistant. Someone who, for example, can actually get to work on time.”

  “By taking the subway?”

  It was a killing blow. Lauren fell deathly silent as I continued on my way to my corner office right next to Max’s. I had to be close so I could be there whenever he needed me. After his morning meditation of course. It was a cheap shot, but she deserved it. The greatest of Lauren’s failings, and there were many, was her entirely baseless superiority complex. She went about the place like she was the queen bee in her fake Tiffany’s jewelry and knock-off Chenille suits.

  The chair creaked slightly as I eased into the soft leather. The tension of the drive in melted away as I was enveloped in comfort. Max really had spared no expense. I wasn’t sure if it was out of respect for me as a co-worker and my efficient work for the firm or if, perhaps, he felt the same way about me that I did about him. It wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility.

  Granted, he was a god among humans in the looks and intelligence department, but I wasn’t exactly a cabbage either. I was no supermodel, I was well aware, but people didn’t exactly cross the street to get away from me either. And I had gotten more than one double-take when walking down the street. Especially in my Donna Karen number with the skintight, thigh length skirt. It was true that things were different in New York.

  The standards for everything were higher, even people. It could make you crazy unless you could keep perspective. Luckily, I knew that while I might have been a New York 5 I would be a solid 7 1/2 most other places in the world.

  Taking off my shoes, as was the custom, I booted up my work computer and waited for my sweet master to beckon. A little thrill went through me every time he said my name. Especially when he yelled it from the other room, commanding my undivided attention. It was something I was more than willing to give, along with a whole lot more.

  As I waited, I got into the work I still had as an agent that I wanted to get done before the weekend. Time ticked away at a steady rhythm, stuck between fast and slow. The minute seemed like minutes and the hour seemed like hours.

  “Carrie!”

  My master’s voice! I yelped with joy and delight, getting up and rushing into his office so fast that I neglected to put my shoes back on. Fortunately, he didn’t really notice. His head was still buried in work as I arrived. I quickly sat down in the chair opposite his desk. Hiding my bare feet beneath it. I crossed my legs on instinct. My tight little pussy was already dripping with desire for his manly form.

  He was a good bit older than me. Nearly six years. I had just turned 19 the month before, my rise through the firm pretty fast. I worked my ass off out of desire rather than need. I actually loved my job and wanted to do as well at it as I could. Max gave the ultimate show of his approval by promoting me yet again, making me his right-hand girl. A phrase which always led me to fantasizing about jerking him off, his beautiful cock throbbing in my small hand as I stroked him to ecstasy.

  He hadn’t spoken yet, still in his work. He wanted me present for when he was done. I had no problem with that at all. It just gave me more time to be with him in all his wonderful glory. Keeping quiet, I started to think. The fantasies came faster than I could keep up. There was no hope of stopping them, even if I had wanted to.

  He looked at me. His beautiful eyes seemed to look into my very soul as he got up and came around to my side of the desk. As he moved, he started taking off his belt. I thought maybe I had been a naughty girl and my master was going to spank me. I pictured myself bent over his desk, skirt gathered up around my hips, panties around my ankles, bare ass raised to him in obedient offering.

  That was not his plan, however. Instead of bending me over and spanking me raw, Max took down his fly, unleashing his monster cock. The throbbing cock was mere inches from my wet little mouth. Not needing to be told twice, I opened wide, not gagging once as he slipped in, getting more than half his cock inside before stopping. Closing my lips around him in a warm, loving mouth-hug, I started to suck, massaging my lips along his magnificent manhood in long, soft, silken strokes.

  As I sucked his beautiful cock, Max started unbuttoning my shirt until all the buttons were undone, unveiling my firm, young tits. My pencil-eraser sized nipples already stood at attention, eager for his touch. He indulged me, cupping his hand over my tit. He massaged the soft, pale flesh like a mound of fresh dough, making me gently hum as I sucked his cock until he delivered his massive load into my eager mouth.

  Laying his hand on the back of my neck, Max guided me to my feet before his big desk and gently bent me over. Rather than spanking me as I had first thought, he hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties, exposing me fully to the cool, fresh air, and eased the head of his cock into my warm, cozy pussy.

  Laying one hand on the small of my back and taking my loose blond ponytail with the other, my handsome, dominant master fucked me, pounding his massive cock into my tight little pussy until I screamed with joy.

  I squeezed my thighs together even tighter as I sat in his office that momentous Friday morning. The heat already gathering between my legs upgrading to a total fucking inferno.

  “I - ”

  Max stopped cold. His eyes pulled to my chest, as though by an invisible, magnetic force, I looked down too, noticing that one of the buttons on my shirt had come open again. The middle one. Right between my tits, offering a generous view of the healthy pink flesh beyond. I quickly did it up again, pulling my suit jacket closed over top.

  “I was wondering if you would like to go with me for lunch,” he said, as though he had to as
k.

  “Sure,” I said, trying to suppress my gushing enthusiasm.

  “Great. Get your shoes back on and meet me down in the lobby.”

  He noticed. Of course, he noticed. He was nothing if not perceptive. He could probably tell what I’d had for breakfast that morning, strawberry Pop Tart, from my breath.

  The Ariba café was pretty close to the office, so we didn’t have to get the cars out. Instead, we walked the mean Manhattan streets, my heels clicking on the pavement and my ass swaying as I went, something that always happened when I wore heels.t was just how I was built.

  I got a few glances at my boobs even with my jacket closed, but I honestly didn’t take much notice. My mind at that moment focused on walking in a straight line and resisting the urge to take Max by the hand like we were some kind of couple anywhere other than in my mind. He probably didn’t even notice me.

  Not that he didn’t care, just not in that way. It could have been that he saw me as a respectable and efficient employee, which was no bad thing. It was just that I wanted to be all that in addition to serving as his personal fuck toy. Was that too much to ask?

  Both of us ordered our usual and sat on the patio to enjoy the nice day. Not too hot, not too cold, the light clouds provided a buffer from the radiant sun while still in no way threatening rain. I gave a moment’s thought to taking off my jacket but figured after what happened in his office, it was probably better to keep it on.

  Otherwise, he might think I was coming on to him. Which I would have been, as well as relieving a bit of the heat, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to know that. I hoped that he might see me how I wanted him to. I imagined that he did but didn’t know that for sure and didn’t want to risk embarrassing myself.

  “I’ve had an idea for a project, and I wanted to get your opinion.”