My Mom's Fiance: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  The big man growled.

  “You’re small honey,” he rasped, voice harsh, “but trust me, it’ll fit.”

  And with that, he dropped a kiss on my anus once more before kneeling behind me, tip pressed against my privates.

  “Oh god!” I squealed. “Oh god!” Because I thought he was going in dry, deep into my ass with no lube. But the big man just chuckled and with one swift stroke, buried his cock in my pussy.

  “Unf!” I cried out, gasping, the air pushed out of my lungs, his fuckpole almost lifting me physically in the air, he was so big. “Ohhh!” I was like a pig skewered on a spit, my pussy so fucking full. And he slid sensuously back, making sure I felt every inch of his rod, every long, dripping centimeter withdrawing gloriously through my interior channel, my pussy lips hugging him tight, before pushing back in again, so deep I thought he might pop out of my throat.

  Trent growled with approval, looking down at where our bodies joined, my cunt so moist, swallowing him whole.

  “Fuck baby,” he grunted approvingly. “You have beautiful lip grip.”

  I flushed, his words sinking in through the haze of pleasure. Because I knew exactly what he was talking about. My pussy was so hungry, so desperate for a man, that when his dick withdrew my labia stuck to him, hugging him tight, begging him not to go. I couldn’t help it, the pole owned me, and I wanted it to take me again, wholly, completely.

  But the man had his reasons for fucking my cunt, and he tightened his hold my hips, slowly sliding himself in and out.

  “That’s right,” he rasped. “You’re getting Daddy’s dick wet, getting him all ready to take you in the ass.”

  And I cried out then, pussy flaring, the cream gushing even harder as he went deep into my cunt once more. Because oh god, yeah, there was so much juice, so much of my personal nectar that the backs of my thighs were drenched now, his dick and balls coated in my ambrosia, the personal lube readying us for intimate play. And after a few more strokes, the man pulled back once again, this time all the way back so that his dick popped out from my body, head trailing against my soft lips. And with one hand, he pushed my back down a little before angling his tip at my anal hole, at the little pucker he’d licked earlier. I felt something wet drop onto my anus and realized he’d spit and it felt so dirty, so nasty, that saliva seeping into my crevice, trailing wetly inside. But then his glans pressed against my ass and all thought flew out of my mind. I couldn’t do anything except feel, give myself to the dirty sensations overwhelming me.

  He growled, hands steady on my fleshy hips, holding my ass still as he began to press.

  “Steady little girl,” Trent rumbled, body tight as his dick probed my tight ring. “Steady.”

  And I mewled but managed not to move as he increased the pressure, sensations heightening once more, almost becoming unbearable. But then with an audible pop, a slight gasp, he was in. Oh god, my sphincter had given it up and he slid in a couple inches, the penetration so filthy, so sinful, and yet so good.

  “Ohhhh,” I moaned, my forehead dropping to the coverlet like a flower too heavy for its stalk. “Ohhh.” The feeling in my ass was indescribable, like I was getting stretched by a huge rod of steel in my butt, completely fucked.

  But the big man wasn’t done yet.

  “That’s it baby, two inches in, just eight to go.”

  And my eyes flew open. Holy shit, I’d only taken two inches so far? Oh god, I was so full already, my rear end stretched so tight. But he growled behind me, encouraging, one big hand squeezing an ass cheek as the other reached below to caress my clit. And that did it. His fingers playing over my bud were like magic, my arousal ramping once again, going to a million degrees, my cunt loose, soft and moist as my anus accepted his rod. And with another slow slide of his hips, he pushed in even more, my ass so violated, so wrong.

  “That’s it,” he ground out again, voice tight, balls slightly brushing against my sweet pussy. “That’s it, almost there.”

  And with one last thrust, he was in. Oh god, oh god, my ass was so fucked, I was so fucked, everything was so small down there yet so full, so deliciously dirty that I screamed then, lifting my head as my cunt jerked and trembled.

  “That’s it, little girl,” he soothed. “Let Daddy fuck your butt, be Daddy’s little butt slut.”

  The words were so disgusting, so obscene, but instead of being grossed out or offended, instead the opposite happened. I creamed wetly, moaning as my pussy juiced, and the big man grunted in back of me with satisfaction, arousal ramping through that huge form. And his pole began a smooth slide in and out, moving backwards and forwards, dragging deliciously across my inner flesh as his fingers teased my pussy, niggling my clit, stroking the hard nub before giving it a swift pinch.

  “Unnh!” I cried out, eyes squeezed shut, huge tits swaying. “Ohhh!”

  Because it was coming. The assault on my senses was too much and I couldn’t hold on for much longer. It’d been so long, and this gorgeous man was pushing me over the edge. His huge penis in my back end, the fingers niggling my sensitive bud were too much for me and with a scream I gave in.

  “Ohhhh!” I shrieked, gasping, body thrashing with ecstasy, hot curves flying everywhere as my pussy clenched and spasmed. “Ohh!”

  And the big man rode me the entire way, pole running slowly in and out of my ass as my cunt twitched.

  “That’s it,” he ground out, “that’s it, let it go, pretty baby, let it go.”

  I shrieked once more because my climax hadn’t ended. Instead, the deep stroking motions caused it to ramp up once again and this time, my ass was caught in the symphony. Oh yeah, this time my anus clenched down as well, so hard, so powerful that the big man roared behind me, his dick in a vise. And then he came too, the deep milking motions from my ass grabbing his fuckpole, his penis jerking and spurting, lash after lash of hot white spraying my insides, my anal canal coated in virile jizz, going so far up that my GI tract got a load as well.

  I screamed through the whole thing, it felt so good to have a man release in my body, a man so alpha, so hot, so gorgeous, everything I needed to take me away from my real life. I dropped my head to the mattress, moaning, eyes closed, letting my sweet body roll, fly even, as hot juices gushed into me, my curves receptive, milking him spontaneously, draining the alpha of every last drop, accepting it, craving every second.

  But finally, the high crested and we relaxed, coming down from Heaven, our spasms becoming mere tremors, our breath stilling slowly. Trent rolled us onto our sides, dick still in my butt and caressed my slippery, slick form, one big hand lightly cresting over my breast as the other slipped between my legs.

  “So wet, baby,” he ground out with satisfaction. “Are you always so wet?”

  And despite the fact that he was still in my behind, every inch of us touching, I blushed from the words, the intimacy of his touch. But the siren within answered.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I nodded slightly, still panting. “I’m always wet for you.”

  And with that, Trent grunted, pleased, his hand lodging itself between my legs, cupping my pussy possessively as we settled in. Oh, it felt so good with him, encircled in his arms, protected, warm, the alpha still buried deep in me, around me, shielding me from the world outside.

  “Did you lock the door?” I murmured sleepily, oddly relaxed in the arms of this handsome man. On the one hand, I should have been alert, should have bolted out of bed and thrown on my clothes, making my excuses, Trent was a stranger after all.

  But the big man merely growled, stroking my hair gently, breath hot on the back of my neck, murmuring against my ear.

  “Yeah, hotel door’s locked,” he ground out. “Locks automatically. Made sure before we got naked.”

  And I sighed with pleasure again. Because it’d been so good, so satisfying, and I knew I was going to want more. Right now, I was riding on a warm sea of waves, a sensual drowsiness permeating my limbs, my ass and pussy sated, soft, wet and relaxed, his hardness still in my b
utt. But the night was long … and I couldn’t wait for what came next.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Marie

  The sun streamed through the curtains and I shook my head, confused. Why was the sun at such an odd angle, usually the rays crossed my feet from the left side, and today it was the right, flickering hazily against my eyelids. I shook my head, groggy with confusion. Where was I?

  And suddenly it all came rushing back. I’d had sex with a stranger last night after going to that party with Angie. Oh god, the party itself was a blur in my mind, just a bunch of dark shapes and laughter, bright lights mixed with cocktails. But despite it all, I’d fallen into the arms of a gorgeous man and lost myself to him. The sex had been hard, hot and steamy, beyond my wildest dreams, and utterly, absolutely amazing.

  My cheeks colored, growing heated even in the privacy of the room. Because fuck, it’d been good. Trent had taken me everywhere last night, we’d had multiple sessions, tangling with each other, him putting his dick everywhere and anywhere, and I’d loved it all. I’d absolutely adored it and twisted sensuously even now, alone in the sheets, parts of me achy and sore, so good from hosting a man, from feeling him deep in my secret spaces.

  But where was the alpha this morning? Evidently my dark stranger had disappeared without a trace and all that was left was an indentation in the pillow and some light spatters of fluid, a reminder of his virility, that masculine strength.

  I smiled softly to myself. No matter. I was an adult woman, and I’d live. Sure, I was out of practice and inexperienced, but shit, this was real life. Last night hadn’t been about love, and I wasn’t kidding myself. I didn’t expect to see Trent ever again, and it fucking sucked. But you have to make lemonade out of lemons and last night had been exactly what I’d needed. The alpha male had fucked me so hard, clearing my mind, my body limp and delicious, and today, and I was ready to take on the world.

  So I stretched in the bed, looking out the window, enjoying the view. Who had the man been? Who was the sexy male who’d taken me so thoroughly, making me cream like a whore? I might never know, and that was the reality. I suppose I could ask the hotel front desk, they’d have his name, but it seemed too crazy, very stalker-ish.

  So languorously, I slipped out of bed, stretching once more, pussy aching, ass sizzling still. Fuck, I could still feel Trent’s hands all over my body, caressing, stroking, before settling in for a deep rub, his dick deep in my anus, the internal massage incredible. But that was then, and this was now. So reaching for my dress, I picked up the crumpled fabric and eased myself into the tight outfit. Shit, this was gonna be the ultimate walk of shame, I looked a mess, I’d obviously been fucked thoroughly, there’d clearly been penis in me last night. So I combed my hair, trying to pin it back, trying to look like the old me, respectable and presentable. And it worked, with my curls tamed and my jacket on, I looked like a PTA mom once more.

  But despite outward appearances, things were different now. Maybe only emotionally, but different all the same. Because the pleasure chest had been unlocked and there was no going back. After five years of exile, I was alive once more, and ready to explore, have fun, live an independent life. No more nights home alone, curled up with my cat and a movie. I wanted to go out, meet men, and oh god, feel a dick in me once more, give myself up to the ecstasy, savoring the pleasure. I’d love it to be with Trent again, but my chances of finding him? Probably zero.

  So shaking my head resignedly, I picked up my purse, slinging it over my shoulder. No worries, the alpha had already done wonders for me, bestowing me with an amazing gift, something that I’d treasure forever. Even looking into the mirror, I could see it. There was an extra sparkle to my eye, my cheeks slightly flushed and I smiled to myself again, the stinging in my butt so good. Shit, when would that stop? When would I be able to sit normally again?

  But right. It was time to get back because my son was coming home today, and Robbie has a huge appetite. At twenty, he’s still growing and putting muscle onto his frame, likely he’d devour two plates of bacon and eggs, plus a stack of pancakes and a carton of juice in twenty minutes. I smiled, excited to have my boy back, it was time to put my night of lust on the back burner, even if only temporarily. Right, time to get back to real life.

  So letting myself out of the hotel room, I closed the door softly, pausing once more in the hallway with a wry smile on my face. It’d been fantastic. Being fucked by a real man had been mind-blowingly awesome, and I promised myself that no matter what happened next, this was the beginning to a new life, a new me … filled with excitement and surprise.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Trent

  Last night had been crazy hot. I won’t pretend it wasn’t. Because I was at a hotel for spring training, I’m in the minor leagues hoping to be called up to the majors soon, and yeah, they put us up at the Hotel Tivoli during a hard week of weights, sprints, runs, batting practice, everything that goes into being a grade-A ballplayer.

  But I’m not complaining. I’m focused on hitting the big time and putting in the work was just part of the process. Because yeah, usually I’m up at five a.m. doing weights before grabbing a carb-loaded breakfast, and then in for some hand-eye conditioning before heavy duty batting practice. It’s a tough life, but where I’m headed, nothing’s going to be easy so may as well suck it up now.

  But last night had been a break from it all. We’d wrapped up another rough week and the team had been set free to relax, take a night off on the city. So most of the guys had beat feet to Scores or Knuckles or whatever strip joint had the hottest girls, sure to lose it to some ugly hooker. I shrugged. It’s part of being a ballplayer, we’re not picky when it comes to females. But I dunno, money for sex didn’t sound good last night. Not that I’m judgmental, it’s not like I’ve never indulged, I just wasn’t feeling it last night. So instead I dragged myself to the hotel bar, not expecting much, probably the dentist from Toledo and his wife, excited to be in New York partying it up.

  And yeah, my expectations were spot on. The place was pretty cheesy, a lot of old people, dressed in too-tight clothing, lumpy and pudgy, already drunk after two cocktails. But there’d been the woman. I’d seen her right away, she was fucking beautiful, like an angel standing in a glow of light, unsure, biting her lip. And like a magnet, I was drawn to her, my feet moving in long strides across the bar, ready to assault. But evidently half the males in the room had the same idea, I practically had to shove three guys out of the way just to get to her. And fuck, but Marie was so beautiful up close, those big brown eyes, the curvy body, her tits creamy, fleshy, hard nips visible even in the dark of the room. The innocence in her eyes made me think there was no way she was coming home with me, no way she’d give it up to a man she didn’t know, some random stranger. So when the brunette melted in my arms, locking lips, sinking into my broad frame, I was surprised, gratified and fucking horny at once, determined to show the honey a good time.

  And it ended up being more than that. It was more than good, it was un-fucking-believable how hot and deep we went at it, how I took that curvy body every which way, drilling her thoroughly in her ass, her pussy, those sweet folds enveloping me, her breathy pants coming fast before rising into a high-pitched whine, giving it up, exploding all over me, puss clenching fast and hard around my hard rod, shattering with sweet pulses.

  And fuck, but I exploded too. I fucking came again and again in that sweet body, her ass and cunt draining me dry, milking me of every last drop, catching every sweet spurt of semen, wasting none. But fuck, I couldn’t let up on my training so I got up at five a.m. as usual and went downstairs to hit the weights. And when I got back the girl was gone. That’s right, that sweet, curvy body was gone, nothing but a warm imprint in the sheets, the sensual smell of sex still heavy in the air.

  I was disappointed, sure. It’d been so good between us that I wanted to follow-up, give her a call at least, maybe hang out again. But it was too late. The brunette was gone, nothing but her perfume in the air,
and fuck, but I only had myself to blame. I could have left a note, I dunno, gotten her cell at least, but instead I’d snuck off like some loser.

  So cursing myself, I hopped in the shower. We had a rare weekend off and I was spending it at my buddy Robbie’s place. Robbie and I are friends from school, we played baseball together before I dropped out to focus on the minor leagues. Robbie’s still doing the college thing and more power to him, the guy’s a fucking genius, I’d never be able to do what he does, books and shit, who the fuck knows. But for our one weekend off, my buddy was in town too, staying at his mom’s place and he’d invited me over to crash.

  “There’s not much going on in Sunnyside,” he warned, “It’s a sleepy place.”

  I nodded, shrugging. Whatever. As a ballplayer, I party all the time, it’s practically a requirement being on a team, you gotta get to know your teammates otherwise there’s no “team.” So I was looking forward to a week of relaxation, of quiet time in a nothing town, no distractions, no stress, just relaxing, kicking back and catching movies, maybe chatting a few girls up at a local bar, hanging with my buddy.

  So Sunnyside, Florida it was. And hopping out of the shower, I threw my few possessions into a backpack, zipping it up with no trouble. Yeah, I travel light, I don’t have much shit, you learn to do without when you’re constantly moving between cities. And shit, but my dick pulsed unexpectedly then. Because looking around the hotel room, the big bed mussed, the air still heavy with the scent of sex, a few sensuous whiffs of the woman’s pussy lingered in the air, making me inhale deep. Fuck, it was amazing. Marie had been beautiful, and I wanted more, wanted those sweet thighs clasped around me once more, the brunette screaming as I fucked her hard, wrapping her arms around me, slamming that tight cunt on my dick. But she was gone now … and it was time to move on.