So Good for Me: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  Max stopped cold, getting a look that I didn’t quite recognize but still found exhilarating. It was so fast I barely noticed. Max moved like a cat, seizing me by the waist and pulling me to him, kissing me hard. My tits pressed up against him, but not uncomfortably so.

  Slowly, his affections migrated down over my chin and along my neck to my chest, detouring off to the left, his tongue trailing down the front of my left tit right down to my nipple. He took it into his mouth and sucked it gently.

  A soft gasp escaped my lungs as I ran my fingers through his hair. Waves of pleasure rippled through me. Leaving his hand on my left nipple to keep things going, he migrated down between and across the divide to the right, performing much the same ritual with my right nipple. His tender treatment of my sensitive nipples getting me close to orgasm, my pussy was even wetter than it was before.

  Maintaining contact with his gentle fingers, Max continued down my belly. It became increasingly clear where he was going. His hands otherwise occupied, I untied the sides of my bikini bottoms and let them drop away, clearing his path.

  Slowly stroking his hands down my sides, he moved lower, eventually holding my hips just as his lips first touched my tender pussy. I trembled with sweet pleasure.

  Smothering me with warm, wet smooches, he then ran his tongue the length of my pussy, each pass punctuated by a light suck on my clit. I put my hands on his strong shoulders, helping me to stay up right as he started to lick me harder. He worked my pussy with his able tongue until I was moaning, and my head rolled back as I sang my praises to Venus.

  I came hard, my pussy trembling against his beautiful tongue. Rising before me like a phoenix, his hand still between my legs, Max held me lovingly as I recovered and came down from my massive, orgasmic high.

  I could feel the bulge of his rock-hard cock pressing through his thin, soft cotton pants as he pressed up against me. I wanted so much to have him deep in my pussy, but not before tasting his yummy cum.

  Getting to my knees, I ran my hands down the front of his shirt, I carefully unfastened his belt and the top button of his khakis. Working his fly down to the bottom, I reached into the gap and slowly unfurled his monster cock, inch by inch.

  I knew he had a huge cock because I had seen his hard-ons in his pants while we were at the office. I didn’t know what they were from but honestly hoped that it was me.

  Taking his throbbing shaft in my hand, I stroked it a few times, smooth and fluid, before taking the stately head into my mouth. I took it in as far as I could comfortably before wrapping my lips around his beautiful cock and moved my head back and forth sucking him gently. At least at first.

  As I stroked my lips the length of his wonderful cock, I gained both passion and confidence and soon sucked harder than I ever thought I could. I worked his mighty manhood in my warm little mouth until he filled it with his thick, sweet cum. I swallowed it all down, savoring every last drop, and then licked him clean before finally gracing the head with a tender kiss.

  Raising me to my feet, Max took me firmly by the hips, seizing control of my body. Something I was more than happy to relinquish. Turning me around so I was facing away from him, he bent me at the waist. My ass was angled in such a way that my pussy brushed up against the head of his cock. With my hands flat against my thighs, back straight and head back, Max put a hand on my hip. He Stroked the head against my pussy getting me ready to be fucked.

  Nestling the throbbing head of his cock among my tender pink folds, Max took me by my other hip and started to move. He worked my tight little pussy until I started to moan, stroking his cock along both my clit and my g-spot, filling me with tender joys.

  Stretching out my pussy enough so I could take it, he started to fuck me harder, pumping my pussy at a steady rhythm. The moans and gasps came up deep inside me as I was deliciously slammed.

  I could tell I was going to cum. The vibrations started slow and then built in intensity as Max continued to fuck me. He knew too and coaxed me to a shaking orgasm with the same, slow, gentle thrusts he had started with. Leaving two fingers in my pussy as a sort of place holder, Max came around to the front and fed me his delicious cock. He unleashed a beautiful torrent of cum into my mouth, blasting like a firehose. Filling my senses with sweet and salty warmth, I closed my eyes in ecstasy.

  Going back around, I assumed for another go in my pussy, he surprised me a bit by starting to gently stroke my ass. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. The trembling was low but delicious. I was aware of the idea of anal sex but had never really considered it. Not consciously anyway. Some part of me was clearly still at least a bit curious.

  Pressing the lovely head of his cock against my asshole like he had done with my pussy a few minutes before, he worked his way in, tenderly stroking the small of my back to help me relax as he did so.

  Moving his hands lightly to my hips to hold me still, he started to move. He gently pumped his beautiful cock in my tight, virgin asshole. It was intense but never to the point of actual pain.

  The gentle ass fucking only felt better as I continued to relax and stretch, giving him more room to move. Eventually, Max was pounding me, slamming his beautiful cock deep inside me. My body was wracked with the most exquisite pleasure, as Max unleashed his mighty load. He filled me up with his seed.

  I glanced at my watch. Noon. Looking around to see if anyone was paying attention, I got up and walked as casually as I could to the single-occupancy bathroom.

  Chapter Six - Carrie

  It was a roller coaster. No sooner than Max announcing the competition did everyone go mad. They were off and running like horses who had been firmly spurred. The looks of stony concentration were somewhat new for all of them.

  The only exception to this new grim reality was Thomas, who seemed to be treating the whole to do as just another day at the office.

  It wasn’t really surprising. He had been at it for years and probably wasn’t surprised by much anymore. I didn’t know for sure if he would be one of the winners but was quietly pulling for him without actually going so far as to try and influence Max his way.

  I was determined that the contest be as fair as possible, which should actually be pretty easy. While there was certainly an element of human frailty. Most of the decision was going to be made based on sales figures, facts that were at least quantifiable without being immutable.

  There was a degree of politicking of course. Tricks varying from shady to dirty were being pulled in all directions. It was interesting how people could change when competing for something they all wanted.

  Again, Thomas was the exception. He would see what was going on, nothing much getting past him, but never participated.

  He usually just shook his head in sadness at the younger generation. It brought to mind the idea that the best person to choose for a leadership position was the person who didn’t overtly want it. They were more likely to see it as a duty rather than a right. I couldn’t help to think that the same applied to rewards.

  As if to answer in the affirmative, Lauren was even more of a bitch than usual. Not only did she spread rumors, but she also resorted to mind games and sabotage to try to get the upper hand. Thomas was the only one not rising to her provocations. If anything, he seemed to find the whole thing funny, at least in an absurdist sense.

  The morning had come. The dust had settled, the tears had dried, and winners had been chosen. I was made aware of the results by an early morning text from Max. Even though I wasn’t in the competition, I was already going on the trip without having to suffer through all the fire and rain.

  I had caught up on my agent work and, according to Max, the announcement wouldn’t be until later, so I could take my time getting in. That was actually how he put it, strongly implying that he knew full well about my tardiness, whether Lauren had told him or not. What was more, he didn’t seem to care.

  He had never mentioned it before and while it was difficult to convey nuan
ce through text, he seemed to think this was a good thing. He essentially gave me permission to sleep in. It was more care than I ever dared hope he might have for me.

  It could have been concerned for me as a co-worker, sure. I wouldn’t be very effective or useful if I was fatigued, but I wanted to believe it was because he actually liked me. Possibly as much as I liked him.

  It was like a cloud had been lifted. The sun seemed brighter, the traffic seemed lighter, even the coffee in the machine at the office tasted better. A transformation on par with water into wine.

  “Big day, huh?” Lauren asked rhetorically.

  “Indeed, it is,” my mood was still bright.

  “I’ll be sure to send you a postcard,” Lauren said, attempting an impression of a decent person.

  “Oh, you can give it to me at the hotel. Save the stamp.”

  “What?” Lauren asked, both confused as well as pissed off.

  “Oh, didn’t Max tell you? I never had to join in the competition. I’m his assistant as well as an agent, so I was always going to be going to the Bahamas with him no matter how the competition went. I was never eligible. The competition looked really stiff though.”

  With a most unladylike sound of frustration, Lauren stomped off to her desk. No doubt steaming over the fact that she had done work that I hadn’t had to achieve the same goal. I had gotten one over on her and she knew it even if she wasn’t about to say it out loud.

  At the appointed time, we all met in the conference room, Mitch Peters conspicuous by his absence.

  “You want to do the honors?” Max asked as we went in.

  “Um, sure,” I said, surprised but pleased that he trusted me with such a responsibility.

  “Guard them with your life,” he joked, handing me two index cards.

  With Max taking his usual seat at the head of the table, I stood beside him, getting ready for the big moment. I was no mind reader but was pretty sure that I was as curious about the winners as the other agents.

  “It has been a very difficult decision. You have all done really well and MP Solutions has gained more new clients in the last month than I ever thought possible. But in the end, the figures spoke for themselves and two winners have been chosen. Carrie?”

  “The first winner is - Thomas.”

  There was a smattering of applause and a few pats on the back. Everyone at least respected Thomas, if not actually liked him, me included. I tried to keep it subtle to avoid any accusations of vote fixing or whatever, but I was very happy for him.

  When things calmed down a bit, it was time to read the name of the second winner. The other person that we would be spending two weeks within the Bahamas.

  “And the second winner is,” my heart sank as I turned over the card, “Lauren.”

  Lauren smirked in that stuck up way that would make most people want to smack her, just to change the expression.

  “Congratulations to the winners,” I said, handed the card back to Max, doing my best to keep my hand from shaking.

  By the end of the day, my fate was sealed, for good or ill. Max announced a firm start date for the trip. Which was to commence in two weeks.

  Chapter Seven - Max

  The time was nigh. I already had my bag packed. The same one from the dream and the only one that I owned in that or any other reality. I laid out my clothes and got into them as quickly as possible. The car was already on its way.

  I had more time than I thought when I put my breakfast dishes away. I put them back in the cupboard, as opposed to the sink as I normally would. I wouldn’t be back for a while. I smiled again, once again reminded of what was happening. I was going to be with Carrie for two weeks. Sure, others were going to be there too, but being with Carrie in relatively close quarters in a generally casual setting was paramount in my mind.

  Easing into the lovely back seat, I felt the smooth, soft leather under me, and the intoxicating smell filled my senses. I couldn’t help but smile. I wasn’t sure if I had locked my townhouse door after leaving in such a hurry when I got the text from the driver, but I was also too lost in euphoria to care.

  Thomas and Lauren were already in the main terminal when I got there. Their drivers were clearly craftier than mine. Thomas and I were dressed in pretty much the same way. The only major difference was the addition of a broad-brimmed straw hat that gave him the vague appearance of a pro golfer.

  “How was the drive over?”

  “Great!” They both said in unison. It was pretty obvious neither had been in a limo before.

  It was a splash out to be sure, but I could afford it. Especially with the extra money the clients they secured would be bringing in. Most of them were from the middle, if not the top, of the list.

  “Anyone seen Carrie?”

  “Not yet. She’ll be here,” Thomas said, cutting off Lauren.

  As though brought about by a magical incantation, the door slid open, Carrie came in looking sexy as anything in a light and breezy blue summer dress that did some wonderful things for her already lovely legs. Her tits looked pretty damn good too.

  “Sorry I’m late,” Carrie said, puffing her way up to us.

  “You should be,” Lauren snapped.

  “There’s still time,” I said, making her silent.

  I wanted to hug Carrie and kiss her but figured that would look like I was playing favorites. Instead, I just picked up my baggage like a boss and led the way to the check-in counter.

  Again taking the lead, I did all the talking, distributing the newly printed boarding passes like a croupier at a high-end casino. Mildly molested but still intact, we walked from the security checkpoint and straight into the airport lounge.

  Without it even needing to be said, we all headed for the bar. Fear of flying was among the most common fears. Likely because while plane crashes were rare, they also tended to be fatal for all involved.

  The competition seemed to continue when it came to choosing the stools. Thomas seemed quite happy to sit on the outside, just doing his own thing. Lauren sat beside me to the left and Carrie beside me to the right.

  Wanting to fill the empty space and keeping with the theme of the competition, I praised both the winners on their work ethic. Even if it was only really true of one of them. Clearly not as dumb as Lauren assumed me to be, I had done verification on the clients she had brought in.

  Something did not quite seem right. It turned out that at least half of her newly acquired client list were members of her impressively large extended family.

  I didn’t find this out until after the announcement of the winners and it was too late to take it back. It would have also taken a lot of work to track down that many people.

  Even if it might not have taken as much convincing for some of them as others. Besides which, other than Thomas, the only other agent even close to her numbers was Carrie and she was coming on the trip anyway. It was best to keep up appearances no matter how bad it might have tasted in my mouth.

  “Are you excited?” I asked Carrie, realizing I was unintentionally leaving her out of the conversation.

  “Yeah, I’ve never really been out of America before and - ”

  “Really, I used to travel a lot for work,” Lauren cut in, “part of how I got so many clients. Lots of contacts.”

  I was annoyed but allowed it. Lauren dominated the conversation with business related chatter. I glanced over at Carrie a couple of times, hoping she wasn’t feeling too left out. Then Thomas got up and went over to keep her company. He did his best, but I noticed Carrie wasn’t as talkative. I already started evolving a plan to get her alone when we got to Treasure Cay.

  Finally, our flight was called, and we conveyed our carry-ons to the gate and got ready for fun in the sun. I tried to make the old saying that getting there was half the fun by booking us all into First Class.

  The fates once again played their tricks, putting me and Lauren together
while Thomas and Carrie were basically alone in the half full section even though it had come up as full on the online booking site. It might have seemed paranoid, but I couldn’t help but wonder if Lauren had hidden computer hacking skills. I certainly wouldn’t have put it past her.

  The plane let down with a gentle bump. The sparkling blue water was already visible out all the windows. That part of Great Abaco Island was not particularly wide and exceptionally flat. Carrie and Lauren pressed to the windows like kids. Even reserved Thomas showed a marked interest.

  Lauren had to basically lay across in my lap to see out the window. Not that she seemed to mind one little bit. Her boobs pressed against my chest as she lay her hand on my thigh. I looked over at Carrie but fortunately she was still distracted by the scenery to see the shameless display.

  I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea, nor did I want to shove Lauren off of me. But that was exactly what I wanted to do. It was important that I appear neutral. While it wasn’t a business trip in the strictest sense, I was still there with employees. The fact that I wanted to fuck one of them sideways was not likely to go over well with the shareholders. I wouldn’t ignore either of them but would also try not to look like I was playing favorites.

  Lauren continued to cling to me, figuratively if not literally. She was hanging on my every word and laughing at every joke, even the ones I didn’t actually make. It was an act she continued when we got into the cabs. Carrie and Thomas were in one while me and Lauren took the other.

  I was pretty sure that Lauren was going for a raise or even trying to sleep her way to the top. It was a difficult decision but I decided to go along to throw her off the scent so she wouldn’t suspect my feelings for Carrie. Lauren was just narcissistic enough to believe she was the only one I could possibly like and wasn’t about to report on herself.