Married to the Bad Boy

by Vanessa Waltz

  Within a few seconds of apologizing, she grabbed my cock.

  So much for that theory.

  Elena’s pretty smile makes my heart clench again, or maybe it’s the fact that she keeps stroking my cock. Fuck, it’s hard to concentrate. Unconsciously I slap some money on the bar and catch Tommy’s eye near the back. He grins at me and shakes his head, disappearing to the back.

  Go ahead and tell Johnny about this, I don’t give a fuck.

  I love easy pussy, and this one seems wild. What the fuck would possess a chick to grab a stranger’s cock? She’s either horny out of her mind or on drugs, but her eyes look clear to me.

  I close my hand over her wrist and pull her body over my lap. “Hold on a second, hon.”

  She sighs, shifting her hips over my lap. My cock makes a loud protest that I try to ignore.

  “What is it?”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  The last time she saw me, she asked me to kill her ex.

  An irritated look flashes over her face. “Do you want to take me home or not?”

  Whoa.

  “I’ll take you home and fuck you in due time, but first I want to know what you want from me.”

  Her fingers brush against my neck and her lips fall against mine. She kisses me, if you can call that a kiss. Tantalizing lips and tongue brush over my mouth, barely there. It heats my chest and makes my heart pound.

  “I haven’t had good sex in months.”

  “What changed between now and the last time you saw me?” I say in a low voice.

  “I—I was overwhelmed with personal things.”

  I don’t buy it—not the fact that she doesn’t want to fuck me—but that she doesn’t want anything from me. She asked me to get rid of her ex the first time. She’ll probably ask again.

  Whatever. I just want to fuck her.

  “All right, let’s get out of here.”

  Elena returns from the back of the bar, all dressed up for the outdoors, but leaves her wool coat open, probably so that I can’t miss her cleavage.

  Nothing about this girl makes sense. She acts like an unapologetic slut, but she doesn’t look like one. There’s very little makeup on her face, and what little there is enhances her natural beauty. She looks like the girl next door. Innocent. Fresh.

  I stiffen as she bumps against my side and slides her small hand in mine. Then I smile to myself. Definitely not a whore.

  “Your place or mine?”

  “Yours,” she says immediately.

  My cock stirs when she looks at me under her eyelashes. Damn, this chick fucking wants me. It’s suspicious, but my dick could care less. I take her to my car and my hand slips from hers. I open the door for her, and she smiles and gets in.

  She rubs her fingers for warmth as I start the car and gives me a wide, playful grin.

  I’m going to have you every which way.

  I must be driving 80 kilometers per hour down these fucking streets. Her hand lies on my thigh like a hot brand. Her fingers make small movements, driving me nuts as she slowly inches closer and closer to my groin.

  I nearly blow through a red light, and she laughs. The sound of her laughter echoes in my car, and I catch a glimpse of her smiling face. Strands of her hair cling to her mouth as she laughs and then she slowly pulls them away from her face, and I want to keep looking at her.

  Jesus. Get in control.

  Finally I park outside my brownstone. My heart beats steadily, slowly picking up the pace as it realizes how close I am to getting my cock wrapped in her pussy. Then her hand curls around my arm just as I’m about to open the door. I turn my head, and she curls her arms around my neck and kisses me. She shoves her goddamn tongue down my throat. It’s fucking hot, I immediately go for her tits. I unbutton the top of her blouse, exposing a black lace bra and her creamy-white tits. She inhales a sharp breath as I slide my hand under her bra and squeeze her. I love her warmth.

  I break from her mouth and grab a fistful of her hair. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you right now in this car.”

  “You can do anything you want with me.”

  I let out a small groan as I look at the door. It’s all the way over there.

  Take her inside. The last thing Johnny needs is one of his guys getting busted for public indecency.

  “Get out of the car.” The voice I use surprises me, but she obeys instantly.

  I get out with a little bit of difficulty and drape my coat to cover my rock-hard erection. Smiling, she walks up to me and takes my hand, leading me toward the door.

  When we’re at the top of the steps, my head burns with the things I want to do to this broad. Her chest flushes with color as I pin her against the door, and I dig my cock into her thigh so that she knows how hard I am. Elena’s dark eyes flash at me when I take her small chin between my fingers.

  “Not many girls get me this turned-on.”

  Her tits bump against my chest as she straightens. My heart flips when she kisses me, and I sigh into her, moving forward, but she pulls back with a slick smile. She’s got me right where she wants me.

  Fuck.

  “I want to be the best fuck you’ve ever had.”

  It turns me on to hear how eager she is to please me, but I really doubt she’ll make that much of a lasting impression.

  “What makes you think you’re going to be the best? I’ve been with a lot of women, and I’ll be with a lot more after you.”

  She gives me a smoldering look. “Because I want you more than anyone else you’ve been with.”

  Wow.

  Her fingers splay over the back of my neck, making my skin tingle as she plants another soft kiss on my mouth.

  Well, fuck me.

  This girl could be completely out of her mind, but I can handle her. I’ve fucked crazy chicks before.

  Who the fuck cares, moron! Shut up and fuck her!

  She tries to open the door, even though it’s locked. My laughter echoes in the street, and she turns to me with a blush.

  “Slow down, ma belle. You’ll taste my cock soon enough.”

  When I finally approach my door, she slips between my arms. Her hot mouth descends over my neck and she unbuttons my dress shirt, and I know there won’t be any bullshit the moment we step through that door. No getting drinks or making boring small talk or watching a movie. We’ve barely said any words to each other, and I’m hard enough to pound nails. The keys miss the hole several times—it’s hard to concentrate when her hand’s on my dick and she keeps jerking me off through my slacks. Finally the door bursts open and her hands yank my coat, pulling me inside.

  Normally I like to take control, but this is so fucking hot that I just let her. The door slams shut and silence descends over us, but it’s not awkward. It’s simmering.

  Her eyes widen slightly as she stands in my apartment, suddenly looking vulnerable. My hips bump into hers, and I sweep back her hair from her face. A strange feeling clenches my heart when I look at her. I don’t understand it.

  “You’re fucking beautiful.”

  A switch seems to flip inside her and her hands sweep off my coat. Then they latch over my belt and she pulls me forward, grinning.

  “It’s my turn to fuck you the way I want, since I asked for it first.”

  Actually I asked for it first, but I let her take control. I don’t know how long I’ll last—there won’t be anything in the world to stop me from throwing her over my kitchen table if she keeps teasing me.

  I pull her close to me, the very smell of her hair arousing me. Everything about her makes it so fucking hard not to act out on my urges. “I can’t promise you that I’ll wait for my turn.”

  Elena smirks in response and leads me into my living room, where there’s a large mirror. She drags a chair in front of the mirror and pushes me hard into it. It makes me laugh, but I pretend to stumble backward into it. She stands close enough for me to see the stitching of her clothes, and then she rips them off. I follow the hem of her shirt
as she pulls it over her creamy-white skin, over the swell of her breasts, and then I watch her toss her head as the shirt sails into the air. A seductive smile spreads over her face as she slowly undoes the clasp of her bra. Fuck, she’s good at it. I feel as though I’m watching a professional strip show, except none of them ever made me this fucking hard in my life. The straps torturously fall down her arms one by one, and then the bra falls from her tits, which are big enough for me to lose myself in.

  Holy fucking Christ.

  “Maddon, you have great tits.”

  I’m desperately trying to keep my cool—to not grab her—

  “You think so?” she says innocently, as if the bitch doesn’t already fucking know.

  The small pink nipples contract in the air, and I want so badly to grab her fucking waist and fondle her tits. I want to bite her neck and her nipples and sink my teeth into her collarbone. I want her.

  She bends over before I can act on it, and I stare at her tits drooping down into perfect teardrop shapes. Her leggings snag at her waist and she pulls them all the way off her small, hairless thighs. Then her shaven pussy glistens in the low light.

  Oh Jesus.

  She plays with my belt. The sound is almost painful to my ears. I want to rip it off and fuck her, and use the belt to make big welts on her ass for taking so fucking long. I’m completely out of my element, and I’m not used to it. I’m used to ordering the girl around, getting what I want.

  I’m about ten seconds away from losing all control.

  My slacks pull down to my knees, and my cock jumps as she rips my briefs down. Then she straddles my waist, grabbing me in her fist, her tits in my face. Oh God, tits. She sinks down, right over my throbbing cock. Her wet cunt completely swallows it.

  Condom!

  I don’t give a fuck right now. Elena’s beautiful body rises, her tits slapping my face as she sinks back down on me with that incredible, wet heat gripping my cock. She moans in my ear.

  “You’re so fucking big. So deep—ah!”

  She fucks me hard, riding my cock like I’m a goddamn bull, and I take her hips in my hands. It’s overwhelming—her tits in my face, her tiny waist moving up and down. Her sweet pussy swallowing me. God, it’s been so long since I’ve fucked a girl bareback, I forgot how good it was.

  Her lips attack mine with a passion I’ve never experienced before, even in all my drug-induced, frenzied fucks. Her hands fuck up my hair, and then she yanks as she drops down hard, my balls smacking against her pussy. Then she turns my head to the side.

  “Look.”

  I see myself in the mirror, laughing and half-dressed as a naked girl bounces on my lap, her tits slapping my face. She grinds herself on my cock as she twists with a moan. Fuck, it’s an incredibly hot sight. I could stare at her all fucking day.

  “Do you like this?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  The sounds of her body bouncing on me are almost enough to make me come. She pants from the exertion of bouncing on me, moaning when I lift my hips to fuck her deep. Then suddenly she raises herself from my waist, and cold air hits my wet dick.

  “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “Sucking your cock.”

  She’s already between my knees, gripping my iron rod of a dick in her hands. Her mouth slides over my length, and it’s like slipping into paradise. Tight, hot, wet. Her tongue slides down me as her mouth sucks the juices from her pussy. Fuck. Holy fuck.

  My nerves scream as she moves her wet little mouth up and down me, nearly gagging at times. The sweet, innocent Mafia princess can suck cock like a champ. It blows my mind. A growing pressure behind my dick fills me with a burning desire to fuck the shit out of her mouth, but she’s determined to control everything. I get a nice view of her body as she sucks me off, and then she does something with her mouth. A stream of precum flows out of me as she uses my cock like a lollipop, the obscene, sucking noises almost too much for me. I pop out of her mouth and she grins at me, still fisting me.

  “I want you to come in my mouth.”

  “I like that idea.”

  Suddenly she climbs over my lap again and aims my aching cock toward her pussy. A delicious sigh leaves her mouth as she sinks down. Her thighs smack against mine as she fucks me furiously, her tits smashed against my face. I’ve never been fucked like this before—Holy shit!

  My hands curl over her shoulders and I drive my hips upward, my lips meeting hers. Her tongue, honeyed with some sweet drink, sweeps into my mouth as her teeth bite down. She’s fucking wild. My heart pounds in my chest like a battering ram, and then she sweeps my hair from my face and kisses me again. It’s intense, almost as if I’m some kind of long-lost lover.

  Her cunt squeezes me as she sinks down hard enough to hurt my balls, and then they tighten. It’s building up—this girl’s going to make me fucking come in five minutes like some kind of chump.

  “I-I’m going to—”

  Cold air stings me again as she leaps off and sinks to her knees. Her hot mouth swallows me again, a ring of pressure around the base of me. She takes my hand and places it behind her head, and I ball my fingers in her hair.

  She wants me to fuck her mouth.

  I oblige the filthy slut, digging my cock inside her as deep as she’ll take me—which is really fucking deep. Her lips brush the base of my balls and her tongue sweeps me from side to side, igniting a million pleasure nerves. I choke her throat. It makes me fucking insane to hear the sounds my dick makes when it moves down her bulging neck. Then I grab the sides of her head and I feel it—a hot rush of cum bursting through my cock.

  My moan echoes throughout the kitchen as I bury myself deep, my manhood spurting long jets in the back of her throat. She keeps her mouth sealed and sucks every drop from me. Ecstasy shakes my thighs as I keep pumping inside her, until finally her lips pop from me. She rises to her feet and sits on my lap.

  And then I feel incredibly unsatisfied.

  I wanted her pussy, and I got her mouth.

  She wraps her arms around my neck, still giving me that unsettling, deep stare. “Next time, you get to fuck me however you like.”

  A grin spreads across my face. Next time? Who said there would be a next time? But I know that there will be. She’s too damn hot and willing. I know it’s against my rules—I know that I’m supposed to kick her out now, but I can’t help it. I want her again. And again.

  “I liked what you did with your mouth.” My fingers trace her lips, and then I lean forward, inexplicably drawn to her. She kisses me as though she wants me again, and then I reach underneath for her pussy and it’s still soaking wet.

  Well, well, well.

  “I’m on birth control, by the way.”

  Part of me doesn’t believe her, and part of me doesn’t give a shit.

  She squeals as I stand up with her in my arms and pivot on the spot, heading for my bedroom. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you tonight. You won’t be able to walk straight for a week because you’ve been with me. I let you have your fun, and now it’s my turn.”

  Elena gives me a coy smile as I set her down on my bed, and she immediately plays with my cock. It grows in her hands as I feel the blood pulse through it. Goddamn it. How does she do that to me?

  Her hair fans out behind her as she lies on her back, her knees pushed together. My eyes wander down her thighs to her swollen pussy, still wet for me.

  “I want you to fuck me until I’m numb. Even when I beg you to stop.”

  “Yeah? You want more of this?”

  She does. Elena smiles under her eyelashes.

  “Go ahead and suck it like a good slut.”

  A faint blush tinges her cheeks as she sits up on her knees and does exactly what I asked her. I sigh as her lips pass over the head of my cock to make that wonderful, sucking noise that immediately gets my dick hard.

  She’s good enough to make me want to come inside her pretty mouth again. Watching her lick every drop from me was amazing, but I want her to get h
ot for me. I want her to beg me for more.

  I pull my hips away from her and she looks up at me with a questioning look. Then I smooth my hand over her flushed tits and gently push her back down.

  “Spread those beautiful legs for me.”

  They’re so soft. I run my hands along her inner thighs as she opens them for me, exposing her pink pussy. My mouth waters just thinking about having her buck against my tongue.

  I spread a hand over her belly as I kneel down between her legs and breathe in her scent. It’s heady with the smell of us combined. She looks at me.

  “Tony.”

  Then her voice lifts into a cry as my mouth smothers her pussy. My tongue flicks her clit, already swollen with need, and then I lick her all the way back to the front. Her back arches and her legs shiver. She reaches out, trying to touch me, and her knees tighten around my head.

  And I smile against her cunt.

  “Please, Tony—please don’t!”

  It sounds as though she’s crying for the opposite. She fists the sheets, bucking madly as my chin runs with her juices. My tongue fucks her deeper as my mouth sucks her little clit, and then I pull back when her breathing quickens.

  “Fuck me!”

  I want to. My cock is hard enough so that I feel every painful throb of my heart through the veins in my dick. She’s soaking wet and her pussy will let me glide through without any resistance, and everything inside me thinks that I’m fucking crazy for not fucking her already.

  My fingers slide right through her pussy, curling upward. When she makes a sharp moan, I know I’ve hit the right spot. Her pussy clenches around my fingers as I tongue her clit. It’s so fucking wet, and then she pounds the mattress with her fist.

  “Just fuck me already! Please!”

  I laugh, my breath billowing over her clit. “You want me that badly?”

  My mouth makes a seal on her inner thigh and I suck until there’s a bright-red mark. Her face twitches as if she’s in pain, and then she grabs my hand.

  “I wanted you the moment I saw you.”

  I’m ready with a sneer the moment the words leave her mouth. She has no idea how many women I’ve been through. I don’t give a fuck about anything, but when she looks at me like that, I believe her.