by Zoey Parker
“Whew, fuck,” Brent said, blowing out his breath and shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re a fucking special one, Kira.”
“Yeah, I am,” Kira said. Her head felt light and airy, full of a dangerous level of self-confidence. This is the kind of self-assurance that dictators have, Kira thought as she undid her button and zipper, tugging her pants down to her thighs, revealing her underwear to Brent’s hungry eyes. I could get used to this.
“Take it off,” Brent said. “Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Kira said. She smirked as she kicked her pants gracefully off her legs, revealing her naked limbs. She leaned her elbows on the bed, letting her hips writhe back and forth like she was riding an imaginary cock.
“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking hot,” Brent said. He rubbed his eyes like he was trying to clear his mind of a mirage. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, baby,” Kira murmured, lifting the hem of her shirt higher and higher, revealing the bottom half of her breasts, just under her nipple, her skin prickling from the cold air hitting her bare flesh. “You want me?”
“You already know the answer to that,” Brent said. He was practically salivating at this point, his gaze glued to her breasts.
“Say it,” Kira demanded, her voice as firm as it had ever been. “Say it, baby.”
“I want you,” Brent said. “Jesus Christ, I fucking want you.”
“So what are you waiting for?” Kira asked. She her eyebrows innocently as she slid her shirt over her shoulders and head and tossed it to the ground.
“Fuck!” Brent cried out. He crawled forward on the bed and stopped just short of touching her. “Jesus Christ.”
“Mm, what’s wrong?” Kira asked teasingly. “Don’t like what you see?”
Brent shot her a glare, but it soon melted into a sweet, almost alarmingly gentle look, his eyes going so soft that Kira was almost scared. But not now. Not in this beautiful, unbroken moment, not when Brent was staring up at her like she was a goddess, whispering, “I love it. I love you.”
Before she could come up with anything to say in response, Brent tackled her and pressed her down onto the bed again as he attacked her neck, his teeth digging into her violently for a few seconds before dragging their way down to her chest, latching around her left nipple. “Fuck!” Kira cried out, clutching hard onto the back of Brent’s head, encouraging him to suck harder.
“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” Brent declared. He reached down to pull her underwear off of her body, tearing it in his haste to get it off her legs. But Kira didn’t care, not when Brent was struggling out of his own clothes, kicking his boxers away and revealing his throbbing hardness a second before he pressed his crotch right against Kira’s, slipping inside her so easily that Kira barely had a second to prepare. She was being spread open, speared on his huge pulsing cock, and she fucking loved it. She was rendered speechless, gasping wordlessly as she bit at Brent’s shoulder, sucking on the salt of his skin.
“Ugh, fuck,” Brent grunted into her ear as he thrust wildly, sending his cock deeper into her pussy. “Jesus fuck.”
“Yeah, that’s good,” Kira whispered back. She sucked at the juncture of Brent’s neck and shoulder, making him whine lowly right into her ear, giving her exactly what she needed to hear: pure, unrestrained desire. “Ugh, that’s so good. Fuck me. Fuck me deep. Give it to me.”
Brent rushed to comply, bracing his weight by placing his hand into the mattress right next to Kira’s head, forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside of her until he hit her limit, brushing up against her inner walls. “Fuck, yes. That’s tight. That’s fucking tight. Ugh, so good, baby, fuck.”
Kira moaned out an incoherent response, beyond words for the moment as she jerked her hips upward, trying to achieve even deeper penetration even though he was already all the way inside. She wanted as much of him as possible. She wanted to fucking swallow him whole.
Brent began fucking her in earnest then, and the bed squeaked underneath him as he thrust in and out, panting lowly next to her ear the whole time. “Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” he moaned, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of Kira’s wet cunt.
She felt like he was hitting a bundle of nerves, the most special spot inside of her, the spot that could make her explode at any moment, if hit properly. I’m going to do it right now, she thought to herself, clutching harder at the skin of Brent’s back. I’m going to fucking come.
But first, Brent had to fuck her brains out, pounding her so hard that she was a little worried that the bed was going to break underneath them. But somehow, Kira thought that she wouldn’t even care if it did. She knew she couldn’t stop now, not when Brent’s bare cock was inside of her, pushing up inside of her, finding spots she didn’t even know existed.
“Yes, baby, yes, baby, fuck, I love this, I love this so much, I love you,” Brent rambled next to her ear.
“I love you, too,” Kira said back, the words falling out of her so easily that at first she didn’t even notice what had happened. But Brent did. He came to a stop inside of her, panting hard as he stared down at her, sweat dripping down from his hair, his eyes blinking furiously as they peered into Kira’s, looking like they were trying to find out if she was joking or not.
Kira cleared her throat. A thousand different fears whirled around inside her mind at once. Fuck it, she thought, summoning up all the courage that ever existed inside her body for this one beautiful, perfect moment. “I love you,” she said again, as solidly and firmly as she could. “I love you, Brent.”
Brent fell out of her then, backing up until his back was pressed up against the headboard of the bed, gesturing for her to follow him. “Come on, baby,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her up to crawl up into his lap. “Ride me.”
“With pleasure,” Kira said with a grin, feeling weirdly free, like a great burden had been taken off of her heart after she’d spoken the truth out loud. She straddled Brent’s torso, shoving her feet hard into the mattress to brace herself as she lifted her hips up, aligning her hole back up with Brent’s cock before slamming herself down all at once, taking Brent’s cock fully inside of her tight cunt. “Ugh, fuck,” she called out as the head of his cock brushed up against that special spot inside of her again, rubbing up against it again and again as she moved her hips up and down.
The music played from Brent’s phone, setting the mood with a slower, softer love song that wrapped around them like a soft, gentle cloud, making Kira feel like nothing could go wrong, ever. She was safe here, wrapped up in Brent’s arms, consumed by his body, boxed in by his arms. She could never even imagine being hurt again, not with Brent wrapped around her like this, taking care of her so well. He loves me, Kira thought as she stared down into Brent’s eyes, riding him a little harder but slowing down to enjoy the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her tight hole. He fucking loves me. And I love him.
Kira couldn’t hold back the words anymore. “I fucking love you!” she cried out. The words spilled out of her like water bursting over a damn, falling down as naturally as her hips grinded down onto Brent’s.
“I love you!” Brent shouted back, reaching up to grab her hands, their fingers twining together, their sweat pooling together as one as their hips moved faster, thrusting onto each other in perfect harmony.
Kira’s cunt felt like the entire universe, like whole galaxies were colliding and falling apart and falling back together again inside of her pussy, a thousand colors mixing together as his cock slid in and out of her, creating beautiful, wonderful friction. This is how universes are made, Kira thought, panting so hard that her lungs burned with the exertion, her muscles aching as she thrust back and forth above her lover. This is how God made the world. With love. Just like this.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Brent grunted out. He leaned up to bite at her neck again, sucking on her so hard that he was sure to leave a mark. Good, Kira thought. I want him to mark me. To possess me. To fucking own me.
Just like I own him.
She leaned down to press her head into his neck, biting and sucking at him to leave her marks on his skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” she mumbled again and again into his flesh, licking at him like she could swallow him whole. “Baby, please, ugh.”
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you, darling,” Brent whispered back. He clutched at the back of her head and kept her in place as he pushed his hips up more forcefully, sending his cock impossibly deep inside of her. “Oh, fuck, I’ve got you.”
Kira moved her hips around in tight circles, rotating on the head of Brent’s cock, slamming down before sliding back up, teasing him with her natural juices even though her whole body was screaming to take all of him in. After a few more moments of this routine, Kira couldn’t hold herself back any longer. She finally rode him so hard that the bed resumed squeaking beneath them, nearly wailing like a siren as she went faster and faster, feeling herself heat up in between her legs. She felt like a nuclear explosion was ready to go off inside her cunt at any moment, all of the wonderful sensations from Brent’s cock combining together to form something beautiful and new.
“Baby, it’s happening, it’s fucking happening,” she mumbled into Brent’s neck, moving her lips over to collide with his mouth, licking her way inside until she was sucking on his tongue, desperately trying to get as much of him inside her body as possible.
“Yes, darling, yes,” Brent breathed back. His voice came out weaker than she’d ever heard it before. She had ridden him to the edge of oblivion, to the boundary separating humans and the fucking stars. And she was going to take them both over that final edge, tumbling into beautiful accepting darkness, warm and wet and welcoming.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Kira cried out, her pussy starting to heat up almost painfully as she ground even harder onto his cock, bearing down so that the head of his dick pressed up against the most sensitive spot on her pussy’s inner wall.
“Yeah, baby. Yeah, baby, give it up to me. Give in. I got you. I’ve always got you,” Brent said, rubbing his hands up the sides of her body, massaging the last little bit of tension out of her muscles.
“Unh! Unh, fuck! Fuck me, ugh!” Kira called out. She gripped Brent’s hands as hard as she could as her pussy began to pulse around his cock, the heat reaching a breaking point, like a huge bubble finally collapsing in on itself, creating a thousand tiny bubbles flying off into the atmosphere, drifting up throughout Kira’s whole body, explosion after explosion going off inside her cells. “Ugh! Yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck!”
“Yes, baby, yes!” Brent cried out from beneath her, gripping her hips hard, pushing her ass up and down to bring his cock to the edge, too. “Oh, fuck, it’s happening. It’s fucking….it’s fucking happening. Yes! Yes! God, yes!”
Kira braced herself, expecting to feel a violent explosion from Brent’s cock, but instead it was almost gentle, his dick releasing inside of her, pulse by pulse by pulse, his very heartbeat reverberating inside of her again and again and again. “Oh, shit,” Kira mumbled as she collapsed on top of Brent’s chest. His dick slid out of her wetly as she settled her weight on top of his body. “Oh, my God.”
“Yeah,” Brent agreed. He rubbed his way down from her shoulder-blades to her lower back, pressing down on her vertebrae until she finally let herself go limp in his arms, totally loose and free from any stress that her body might have retained as a result of the awful week she’d just had.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kira huffed out. She pressed her lips lazily against the side of Brent’s face. “Wow.”
“Yeah, same,” he said with a light laugh. He rubbed his other hand along the top of Kira’s head, brushing some of the random strands of sweaty hair out of her eyes. “You’re a special one, you know that?”
“Thank you,” Kira said softly, clearing her throat before adding, “No one’s ever said that to me before, you know.”
“Really?” Brent asked. His hands stilled on her head and back. “That’s a fucking shame.”
“It’s okay,” Kira said bashfully, hiding her face in Brent’s neck, but a second later she was forced to face him when Brent pulled at her chin, his eyes bearing down intensely onto hers.
“I’ll tell you every day,” Brent said. “I promise.”
Kira’s heart felt like it was about to burst, it was so full of unbearably real emotion. She wanted to say that to Brent, to tell him that he made her realize how strong she was, just because she never knew how much emotion she could handle until she met him. She wanted to say that he pushed her to her limit, proving to her how powerful she really was. She wanted to say that for the first time in her life, she knew she could relax, really and truly, because he wasn’t going to run away and leave her to take care of everything by herself.
She wanted to say all of that, but for some reason she couldn’t force the words out at the moment. But it didn’t seem to matter. Brent’s knowing glance told her that he already knew all that, that he knew exactly what was hiding within her heart. For the first time, that notion didn’t scare her. If anything, it made her feel safer, allowing her to cuddle up to Brent’s side without a single worry pressing down on her mind. She was free. She was complete. She was safe.
Together, they slipped off into sleep, hands linked. They would never be separated, ever. They were a family now, hearts bound together as one. They would walk into their future, fearing nothing, ready for everything. Together.
THE END
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[Bonus #1] UNPROTECTED: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Hanley Family Mafia)
By Zoey Parker
I took her unprotected... now, I'll guard her with my life.
She witnessed something she was never meant to see.
If she wants to stay alive and out of jail, she’ll need to listen to my every command.
So when I tell her to strip, she strips. When I tell her to suck, she sucks.
And when I tell her to bear my baby, she’ll have no choice but to obey.
Lily Erickson was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
But I don’t give a damn about her sob story.
The things she saw could ruin my whole business if she blabs to the wrong person.
There’s only one thing to do:
Make sure she never opens her mouth to anyone –
Except for me.
I make my terms very clear.
I’ll let her live.
In return, she’s going to submit to me.
Whenever I want, however I want.
After all, she can’t have witnessed those murders if she was bent over my bed getting relentlessly pounded, right?
It’s an alibi as tight as her little body.
But the cop snooping around suspects something.
Lily may think she’s caught between a rock and a hard place.
But I’m determined to teach her the most important lesson there is in this town:
Whatever I say goes.
And right now, Lily, I say this…
Get on your knees.
We’re going to put a baby inside you.
Chapter 1
Lily
All the coffee in the world can’t keep me awake.
I’ve tried to stay awake, but I’m failing miserably.
Still, I’m dumping the old, burnt leftovers from mid-afternoon, rinsing the glass pot, filling a new filter with the ground coffee, and turning the machine on, all while attempting to not doze off while waiting for my latest cup.
The dripping isn’t helping. I’m being lulled to sleep.
Drip, drip, drip.
No, I’m n
ot falling asleep. I’m only resting my heavy, achy eyelids. I’m going to wake up once the pot’s done, and I’ll speed through organizing the final few contracts, close shop, and head home.
My plan drifts to the back of my mind, my head bobbing forward. I jerk awake and then close my eyes again, head lolling back too far and startling me upright. Back and forth I play this game until the pot of coffee is ready.
I prepare my cup and I leave the pot on the burner in case this goes on longer than I planned. This morning, I came into work like usual, figuring I’d be home by this time. Instead everyone’s files were dumped on me courtesy of the boss’s surprise performance review.
Turns out that despite their record high sales and customer service approval, the entire sales team has been running a conspiracy against me. I don’t mean that literally. But it feels like it now, at fifteen past eight, my overtime pushing well past the two hours I’d initially predicted when accepting this mammoth task of organizing a half year of files for all thirteen sales representatives at Hanley Auto.