Chasing Bad Boys 5_A Bad Boy Romance Series

by Kylie Parker

  “Do you like that?” He asked, his voice thick with lingering passion.

  “Yeah.” Anna whispered, squeezing the firm flesh of his shoulder, before biting her lower lip. A sense of pride flowed through him. Flicking his dexterous tongue over her nipple, Jimmy kneaded her other breast. Anna’s body was writhing with desire. Once again, he sensed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him downward. It was the signal that he had been waiting for. His own hands did not go far, although he was desperate to fill his palms with the flesh of her long, shapely legs. He placed them on both sides of her midsection, before running his tongue down her stomach. Anna’s smooth, velvety skin made him want to worship her body for hours. Reaching her belly button, Jimmy looked up at her. Anna was using her right hand to fondle her breasts. The tip of her index finger was on her lips and her eyes were shut. Her brows rose up and her mouth parted, as she twisted.

  “Come on, baby. Touch me…” She let out an even longer, deeper sigh. Jimmy smiled to himself, making his way down. His nostrils were filled with the scent of her sweet pussy juices, as he reached her supersensitive clit. Jimmy wrapped his arms around her thighs. The tip of his tongue landed on her entrance. He ran it up her pussy, sending waves of pleasure up and down her body. Jimmy kissed her hard, swollen clit. His warm, wet tongue was eager to touch it, but he would not focus on her clit only. He took his right hand off of her thigh. Jimmy used it to spread her pussy lips. Anna’s pussy juices glimmered, even in the pale candlelight. His tongue returned to her entrance. Jimmy collected her sweet juices and tasted them, before running his tongue up her labia once more. He pulled her clit into his mouth, while flicking his tongue across it.

  “Right there… Mmm yeah, right there…” Anna moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair. Jimmy could feel her clit hardening even more in his mouth. Running his index and middle finger up and down her pussy lips, he trapped it between his teeth, sensing the precum reaching the base of his shaft. His cock was begging for her touch, but Jimmy wanted to satisfy her first. With the right touch, he would turn good sex into great sex. Anna leaned back against her shoulders. Reaching out her left arm, she put her palm onto his hand, as he continued to tease her pussy lips. Just like the other night, she tried to show him exactly what she wanted. Wrapping her hand around his fingers, she pulled them towards her. Jimmy understood what she had in mind. With her clit in his mouth, he slid his index finger deep inside her pussy.

  “More. Give me more.” Anna groaned, banging her hand against the mattress. Jimmy pushed his middle finger in her as well, indulging her. Anna tilted her head back, moaning even louder. Jimmy’s free hand caressed her belly, travelling up her body. He stuck his tongue out, partially opening his eyes, as his hand reached her breasts. Jimmy squeezed her right breast, before rolling her nipple with his thumb and index finger.

  “I’m coming!” She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut. Jimmy’s pace got faster. Her pussy juices were already flowing down his fingers, all the way down to his knuckles. He took her clit back in his mouth, trying to intensify her orgasm. Cupping her breasts one at a time, pushing his fingers all the way in and licking her erogenous zone faster by the second, he felt her body quaking. Anna’s moans filled the room, audible over the juicy sounds of his penetration. She pressed her crotch against his face, before drenching his fingers with her pussy juices. Watching her orgasm, Jimmy thought of continuing his licking. He had done it; Anna’s climax was strong and loud indeed. But he hadn’t touched all of her erogenous zones yet. She was still gasping for breath, when he put his hands on her hips. With an abrupt move, he rolled her over.

  “God, you don’t let up, do you?” Anna said, her voice shaking with lust. “I can’t wait to return the favor.”

  “Not tonight, sweetheart.” Jimmy groaned. “Tonight, you’re going to do as I say.”

  Anna’s naked body looked amazing. Right away, Jimmy fixed his gaze on her big, juicy ass. He was still wondering what to do first, when her sexy, feminine voice tore the silence.

  “Do anything you want to me.” Anna spoke in the same tone, looking at him over her right shoulder. And Jimmy would do exactly that. After sitting back on his feet, he took her right foot in his palms and brought it close to his face. Jimmy stuck his tongue out once more. It landed on her arch. Jimmy began to lick her calf, kissing her flesh every few seconds, as he made his way up. With his hands on both sides of her thigh, he reached her knee. Jimmy dug his short fingernails in the tender flesh of her inner thigh, running his tongue up her leg. The delicate curve of her ass was less than an inch away from his face. However, Jimmy chose to ignore it for now. Yet another naughty idea flashed through his mind, one that was sure to give Anna’s body tingles of pleasure.

  Grabbing her by the hips, he placed his tongue at the base of her spine. Jimmy felt her hand on his head, gripping his hair tightly, as he ran his tongue up her back. Only a second before he reached her hairline, he bit her tight flesh gently, squeezing her hips. His balls were on her butt crack and his large, rock hard cock was on her lower back. Anna’s body tightened; she turned her head to the right, exposing her neck and her ear.

  “You’re even harder than the other night.” She whispered. “And so wet. God, you’re so wet…”

  Jimmy did not speak. He took her earlobe in his mouth and flicked his tongue against it, caressing both sides of her midsection. He was trying hard to restrain himself; this could not go on for much longer. He needed release, but he was determined to touch her ass as well. Jimmy let go of Anna’s earlobe and leaned slightly back. Trailing a few kisses along her spine, he returned to the base of it and stopped, just above her butt crack.

  “Amazing.” He whispered. “Just amazing…” Anna smiled to herself, but the next thing she knew, his hot, wet lips were on her right butt cheek and both of Jimmy’s hands were kneading her ass. She tilted her head back, biting her lower lip.

  “Finally.” She moaned.

  Jimmy spread her butt cheeks, as he laid long, sensual kisses on her flesh. Anna’s ass was luxuriant to the touch. She did not have to “return the favor” as she called it. Jimmy was so turned on that the precum leaking out of the tiny hole on the head had reached his big, heavy balls. Every few seconds, he would bite the sensitive flesh of her ass, close to her butt crack. A gentle slap on her butt cheek drove Anna’s senses wild. Jimmy went on to lick her butt crack, grabbing and holding onto her ass. He grabbed Anna by the hips and raised her ass so that she was now on all fours. Then, Jimmy gripped his cock, staring at her wet butt cheeks. He rubbed it against her labia once, before pushing it deep inside her.

  “Oh, my God.” Anna groaned. “Fuck me.” She urged.

  With a firm grip on her hips, Jimmy started pounding her hard from behind. He was way too aroused to consider anything else and so was Anna. He felt her soaking wet, warm pussy tighten around his massive manhood. The sight of her big, luscious ass bouncing back and forth sent him into a bliss of pleasure. Anna would not look in front of her. She looked up at him over her right shoulder and kept scanning his well-sculpted body from top to bottom and vice versa. Sweat was dripping down his rock hard pecks and she could see every vein on his hands, even in the dim light. His chiseled abs were flexing with every thrust. Jimmy leaned forward and cupped her breasts from behind. He squeezed them hard enough for her to feel it, before rubbing her nipples.

  “Don’t stop, baby!” Anna screamed, as his pace got quicker. He began to lay long, hard kisses on her shoulder blade, not taking his hands off of her breasts. She grabbed her hair and pulled it to the left, exposing the back of her neck. Jimmy then kissed it, feeling the extra moisture in her pussy. His thrusts were sending ripples down her ass, down her thighs and back up, as he kept squeezing both of her breasts at the same time. Jimmy’s balls were slapping against her ass. He did want to watch it going in and out of her, but he preferred to keep his eyes closed and feel her silky skin on his mouth, as he kept kissing her upper back. His pulsating cock was about to explode. Anna’s second orgas
m that night was even louder and stronger than the first. Her body convulsed, as her pussy juices drenched his rock hard manhood. Her screams of pleasure were too much for him. Jimmy loved that he could make her orgasm like that. He pulled out at the last second. The massive amount of semen that shot out of his cock flooded her pussy lips. Exhausted and panting but very happy, he collapsed next to her, before she tumbled into bed herself. Anna kissed him on the shoulder first and then rewarded Jimmy with a sweet kiss on the lips.

  “Jimmy Holden…” She gasped. “You’re an amazing lover. No one’s ever touched me like that.”

  A smug smile formed on his face, as soon as she finished her sentence. Yet, Jimmy would not force another word out of his throat. She was glowing with happiness and he would not ruin this moment. He was dying to brag, but for the first time in his life, Jimmy would not do it. Even his smile was soon replaced by a blissful expression. He entwined his left arm around her neck and held her close, looking deep into her eyes. She would not speak, either. Anna’s broad smile filled his heart with joy, but it was also a sign of good things to come.

  “Look at that gorgeous little face. I’ve met a lot of beautiful women; some of them may even be prettier than her. But the way she looks at me, the way she makes me feel is so amazing… I’m not going back to San Antonio. I want to hear her voice all the time. I want to be with her. Anna… Even her name sounds better now. Short, simple… Just beautiful.”

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  BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 4

  Chapter One

  The gentle rain that tapped against Bruce’s helmet did not affect his mood. Neither did it dampen his friend Matt’s spirits. Bruce and Matt had been meaning to go on that road trip ever since they were children, growing up together in an urban, Boston neighborhood. Las Vegas, their first, major destination was less than two hours away. A little rain would not stop the two riders from Boston. As former members of “Blazing sons”, a motorcycle club on the outskirts of the big city, they were used to riding in much worse conditions than the one they were at. It was a warm, late-September night in Arizona. The rain would surely force them to be careful when applying the brakes, but, other than that, they would continue their course.

  On Route 66, somewhere between Oatman and Kingman, as the telltale sounds of their Harleys tore through the night silence, Bruce spotted a large vehicle from a distance, heading their way. He turned his head to the left and glanced at Matt, but his friend did not return the glance. Bruce pulled in the clutch lever, pressed down on the shifter, let the clutch lever back out and rolled on the gas, leaving Matt behind. He was curious as to why a vehicle like that would completely disregard the rain and run like that in the middle of the night. An uphill stretch of road blocked his view. Just when he made it to the top though, the vehicle in question was much closer. It was a dark-colored van, swerving left and right. The driver had clearly lost control. Bruce had to remain calm, even though the van was still moving quite fast and could end up crashing into him or Matt. More than a hundred yards down the road, the van driver stepped on the brakes, as it swerved right. They squealed and the front tires of the heavy vehicle screeched, picking up smoke. It rolled onto its left side; the bang that it made reverberated through Bruce’s scull. He opened his eyes wide, watching it dragging itself along the road. Bruce and Matt had no choice but turn their motorcycles right and get off the road altogether. The muddy soil was not an ideal alternative; they could easily slip and get seriously hurt. However, both men were experienced riders. They gently stepped on the brakes, just before they left the road, slowing down considerably.

  Debris from around the van flung itself sideways. Sparks flew as the metal scraped along the asphalt. The glass on the driver window was smashed and its rear door opened, before the van was brought to a complete halt. Bruce turned his motorcycle to the left and returned to the road, looking down at the battered vehicle. He stopped his motorcycle a few feet behind the van, put it on the main stand and got off of it in a hurry. Large shards of glass gave way underneath his feet, as he approached the cab. A quick glance in it disappointed him. The overweight driver could not have been more than forty years old. His head was on the steering wheel. Blood was dripping down his temple. The sleeve of his white t-shirt was badly torn and there was blood flowing down his chest, as he had a gushing wound on the base of his neck. Bruce sat back on his feet and put his arm through the broken window. He placed his hand on the left side of the man’s chest. His heart had stopped. Then, Bruce took his hand off of the man’s chest and checked his wrist for a pulse, only to confirm his worst suspicions: He was dead. Before he could verbalize though, he sensed Matt’s big hand on his shoulder. Bruce slowly turned around. His friend was holding a big, grey bag of money in the air and had a broad grin on his face.

  “It looks like we got lucky.” Matt said. “Really lucky.”

  Bruce couldn’t believe his eyes. Intrigued, he ignored his friend and ran to the back of the van, eager to explore the interior. Three more, smaller bags had fallen out of the vehicle, but those contained coin rolls. A few of them had been ripped; coins were spilled all over the road. Bruce snuck a peek into the van. There were more than a dozen bags of money piled on top of one another, similar in size to the one that Matt had in his grasp and a few smaller ones scattered around them. Both of them suspected where it had come from: A Las Vegas casino.

  “Give me some light.” He urged, grabbing the bag closest to him. Matt pulled his cell phone out of the pocket of his leather jacket and pointed it at the blue, mechanical seal on top of the bag. The gold logo left them no doubt. It read:

  Platinum Gate Casino

  “Holy shit.” Bruce whispered. “This can’t be good.”

  “Dude, what the hell are you talking about?” Matt squealed. “We’re rich!”

  “Rich?” Matt snorted, turning to his friend. “Casinos don’t use ordinary vans to move their money, brother. They use armored trucks and they always go in twos. One of them is bait. This money’s stolen, which means that the casino owner is probably looking for it as we speak.”

  “Bruce, we found it!” Matt cried, his voice echoing in the emptiness. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to take at least some of it!”

  “We’re legit now, man!” Bruce yelled. “Do you want to start looking over your shoulder again? Because I sure as hell don’t.”

  “This money is going to help us expand our business.” Matt lowered his tone. “I’m not going to gamble it.”

  Bruce did not have time to speak his mind. His ears picked up the rumbling sound of a car engine. Neither of them could see any headlights in the vast straight in front of them, but Bruce did not want to risk an encounter with an angry casino owner or his staff.

  “Speak of the devil.” He murmured. “Let’s get out of here.”

  It soon became clear to him that Matt was not going to let this opportunity pass him by. He crawled into the back of the van, as Bruce made his way back to his Harley. As he started the engine, his friend emerged out of the destroyed vehicle, with two of the smaller bags of money in his hands. He sprinted along the road and handed one of them over to Bruce.

  “Take it!” He urged, panic lingering in his voice, as the sound of the approaching car got louder. By now, Bruce could see headlights at the far end of the road. The car in question was not alone; two more cars were right behind it. Unfortunately for him, he did not have time to argue with Matt. One car showing up in the middle of nowhere so late at night was weird enough. Their numbers forced him to believe that his theory was correct. They had to leave that place and fast. Bruce snatched the bag away from Matt. He eased it down on the right footrest.

  “Do what I did.” Bruce advised. “Keep it out of sight.”

  A smile spread across Matt’s face, upon hearing his friend’s words.

  “Ok.” He said with a nod, as the unique sound o
f Bruce’s Harley ripped through the cool, late night air. In a matter of seconds, Bruce Harris and Matt Miller were back on the road, on their way to Sin City. The three cars that he had spotted passed them by, more than half a mile down the road. As much as he wanted to, Bruce could not risk a glance at them. Even though his helmet concealed his face, such thing could draw suspicion.

  Knowing that neither of them could show up in Las Vegas with a bag of money with a casino logo on it, Bruce pulled over again more than ten miles away from the spot where the accident had occurred. They used pocket knives to cut through the mechanical seals. Bruce’s bag contained $90,000, whereas Matt’s contained $110,000. The two men took the money and agreed to burn the bags and the seals alike. They could not leave any evidence behind.

  “Damn you for making me do this, Matt. I hope I don’t regret it.”