Python: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “I’m driving you crazy, I know that,” she tells me with a delicious chuckle, and starts going so hard that I actually have to tense up every single muscle in my body and take a deep breath to stop myself from coming. Don’t think I’m being weak; any other man would have already come, you can take that to the bank. “And I’m going to keep going until you can’t take it any more.”

  “Fuck, I already can’t take it,” I groan, grabbing at her tits and leaning back against the couch. I’m pinching at both her nipples, thrusting against her, and I’m fucking desperate for her pussy.

  I slide my hands down the side of her body, taking them to her thighs, and I grab at the string of thong that laces her waist. Breathing out harshly, I pull the thong against her outer thigh, and I only stop when I hear that maddening ripping sound. She raises her hips slightly, allowing me to pull the thong off of her, and then she goes up to her feet. My heart skips a beat as I stare at her bare ass, but then she pivots, turning around to face me. She raises one leg and places her foot right between my thighs, her heel dangerously close to my crotch.

  My eyes dart to the delicious slit between her thighs and, as if she can read my thoughts, she goes up on the couch, position her feet by the side of my body. Her pussy is right in front of my face, and I can barely restrain myself. I place my hands on her ass cheeks, grabbing them so hard that she can’t help but moan. I pull her into me, craning my neck so that my mouth is aimed straight at her pussy, and then I lay my lips on her inner thighs. I start kissing up her groin, teasing her, but she just yanks on my hair and forces me to straighten my neck. Moving fast, she pushes her hips forward and presses her pussy right against my mouth. Yeah, she’s taking control, all right.

  I open my mouth as wide as I can, sucking on her folds one at a time; I take them inside my mouth, running my tongue up and down their length as I take in her sweet fluids into my mouth. I never thought that a woman’s pussy could taste this fucking heavenly. I swear I could live up on her pussy alone, devouring her for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

  “That’s it,” I hear her sigh, the sound of her voice making me devour her even more eagerly. I wrap my lips around her clit, lapping at it with my tongue, and she grabs at my hair even more harshly. I feel the muscles in her thighs tensing up, but she’s not ready to come yet; first, she lifts one leg up, placing her foot on the headrest of the couch and offering me a better angle at her pussy. I don’t let it go to waste and start running my tongue up and down the length of her wetness, ravishing her in such a way that I’m actually surprising myself. I sure know how to go down on a woman, but I don’t think I’ve ever done it this perfectly. Of course, the merit is all hers: she’s driving me so fucking crazy that she’s bringing out the best in me.

  With my hands still on her ass, I spread her cheeks wide and then brush one finger over her crack. I place it right above her asshole and then I start pushing my fingertip against it. She gasps, the muscles in her legs tensing up even more, and then I just slide my finger inside her ass. Screaming, she pushes her pussy against my mouth so harshly that I’m surprised she didn’t break my neck.

  “Oh, fuck,” she moans, rubbing her pussy all over my face. Jabbing at her insides with my tongue, I feel her pussy tightening up, slight spasms taking over her body. Fuck, I just wish I could feel what she’s feeling right now.

  Moving slowly, she finally climbs down from the couch and takes one hard look at me. She grins, her eyes roaming over my lips, and I can only imagine the sight in front of her; her fluids are dripping down my chin, and I probably have a fucking stupid smile on my face right now.

  “Come,” she orders, offering me her hand. I take it and she pulls me off of the couch. “I want a proper bed this time,” she grins, and I just pull her into me and pick her up. Carrying her in my arms, I walk across the living room and go straight for my bedroom, nudging the door open with the tip of my foot.

  I throw her on top of the bed, the mattress shifting under her weight, and I kick off my shoes before following after her. My knees are on the edge of the bed, and she comes closer to me and, placing both her hands on my shoulders, pushes my shirt down my arms. She lunges at me like a feral cat, her mouth going straight for one of my nipples, and she nibbles at it so hard that I wince.

  “Fuck,” I hiss as the pain travels up from my nipple and hits my brain like a sledgehammer. She isn’t in control; she’s out of control. And fuck, that sounds even better.

  Her hands go to my waist and she grabs my belt furiously. She unbuckles it and then pulls it out from its loops. She then takes it and throws it around my neck, pulling me into her and laying down at the same time. I press my body on top of hers, kissing her, and she finally lets go of the belt.

  Pulling back from our kiss, she brushes her mouth down my chin, her lips making the hike toward my abs. There, she licks each one of them with careful deliberate flicks of her tongue, and then goes down to my waistline. She grabs my pants with these furious movements of hers, and pushes the fabric apart; the top button snaps and the zipper goes down by itself, my cock pushing so hard against my boxer briefs I can barely breath.

  “I hate your stupid clothing,” she grows as she grabs at my pants, pushing them down my legs. “I want you naked all the time,” she continues, throwing the pants to the floor. Arching her back, she positions her breasts over the shape of my hard cock and lowers her body, my shaft right between her tits.

  “You’re crazy,” I breathe out, but I say it with a grin on my lips. Yeah, she’s fucking crazy, but she’s the kind of crazy that always leaves you begging for more and more.

  “I know,” she moans as she grabs her tits and presses them together, squeezing my shaft between them. It pulses against her chest, and she begins stroking me using only her tits, moving her body up and down. Then, no warning at all, she pulls slightly back, but that's just to dive into me, turning her head sideways and fitting her open mouth over my thickness. She sucks me over my boxer briefs, and I just can’t take it any fucking more; I reach for my boxers, ready to push them down, but she anticipates herself. She curls her fingers around the hem, and then tugs them down my legs with one flowing but violent motion. My cock springs free, pre-cum glistening on its tip, and then she’s back with their tits, squeezing me between them.

  I groan, lust and desire flooding my brain and squashing every single thought inside my head. Fuck meditation, this is way better. Stroking me again, she only stops doing it when I grab her by the hair and push her back. She growls, struggling against my hold, and then breaks free from it; she goes for my cock again, but this time she goes with her hand. Grabbing it, she strokes me so fucking fast that I almost cum. I have to grit my teeth and will back my cum to wherever it comes from. She knows I’m on the verge, but she doesn’t let that stop her; fuck, I doubt she would stop even if I came all over her face.

  With her free hand, she starts caressing my balls, rolling them over her fingers as she keeps on stroking me, her fingers tracing the whole length of my cock. Then, glancing at me with that deviousness of hers, she takes her full lips to my cock. When I think she’s going to take my twelve inches all at once inside her mouth, she stops right before her lips touch my cock; she looks into my eyes, teasing me, and holds her position. If I wasn’t spacing the fuck out, I’d just grab her head and force her down, but in the state I am now, all I can do is look at her completely powerless. Powerless, holy fuck, I can’t believe I’m using this word. When was the last time I have ever felt powerless? Probably when I was in my mother’s womb. I’m the kind of guy that knows what it’s like to live having power over everything around me. That's until I met Destiny, of course.

  Slowly—so slowly it even hurts—she parts her lips using her tongue, and then reaches for my cock. She just brushes the wet tip of her tongue against my tip, but that’s enough to make me groan again. Fuck, if she keeps going like this soon enough I’ll be moaning like a woman.

  “You’re fucking killing me, Destiny,” I blurt out
, unconsciously lifting my hips up from the mattress while I try to push my cock inside her mouth. Of course, she doesn’t allow me that; she pushes me back down, and keeps circling my cock with these maddening movements of her tongue. Then, when I think she’s going to slowly lower herself over my shaft, she surprises me again; she opens her mouth as wide as she can and simply lets her head fall down.

  I hold my breath as my entire shaft goes deep inside her mouth, a burning sensation spreading from my crotch to the rest of my body. She pushes herself down until my cock is pressed against the back of her throat, and only then she slides back out. Taking no breaks, she begins bobbing her head up and down the entirety of my twelve inches. Fuck, she’s turning a simple blowjob into an art form. When it comes to sex, Destiny is a fucking artist.

  “More,” she mutters, popping my cock out of her mouth, “I need more than this.” She doesn’t wait for a reply and gets to work on fulfilling her own request: going up to her feet, she places her feet by the side of my thighs and then goes on all fours on top of me, her pussy and ass hovering over my face. She grabs my cock with one hand, angles it upward, and then dives into it without even letting me prepare mentally for it.

  “Fuck,” I hiss as I feel my cock against the back of her throat once more. “This is-” She doesn’t let me finish. She lowers her hips, pressing her pussy against my face, and I have no other choice but to get to work.

  Opening my mouth wide, I start running my tongue up and down her pussy, taking her delicious juices once more. She’s wetter than I have ever seen her, and that’s considering the fact that I fucked her right on Python’s stage. That was the fuck of a lifetime, but Destiny keeps raising the ante. Fucking hell, where has she been all of my life? Funny, right? Even after a short stint as a porn star, and even after owning a club where I’m a fucking rock star, it took me long enough to find a woman like her. Rest assured, I’m not letting go of her; no fucking chance in hell.

  I lick and suck until my tongue starts to hurt, but I keep going. Destiny is giving me her all, and I’m not letting her down. But, fuck, even the muscles in my neck feel like they are burning.

  “OH GOD!” Destiny suddenly cries out, taking her mouth off my cock. She arches her back and sits up, pressing her pussy down on my face. I grab her by the hips, pushing her even further down, and she just sits on my face. Swaying her back and forth, grinding her against my mouth, she lets out a scream so loud that I’ll bet tomorrow I’ll have a few complaints from the neighbors. Well, fuck them. If they’re bright enough, they’ll just enjoy the show we’re putting on.

  I feel her muscles spasming, her whole body trembling as she comes. The movements of her body have grown erratic and unpredictable, but I don’t let her take her pussy off of my mouth. No, I want to devour and ravish her until I can’t do it any longer.

  “I’m going to… I’m going to… Oh, God, again…” She breathes out, her voice quivering so much that I’m amazed she’s still able to speak. She comes again, her pussy tightening up so much that I can barely push my tongue inside of her. She finally stops moving, and I feel her body growing limp. She falls forward and then rolls to the side, lying on top of the mattress. I prop myself up on one elbow and look down at her; her face is flushed, and she’s breathing so hard that her lungs might collapse.

  “Don’t think I’m done,” she whispers even though she still has her eyes closed. “I’m just getting started, Austin.”

  “You? You’re spent,” I tease, sitting up on the bed and reaching for her tits. “Now it’s my turn to take the lead.”

  “Fuck you,” she hisses suddenly, grinning wildly and opening her eyes. “I told you…” She sits up on the bed and, with her hands on my chest, pushes me back down onto the bed. “I’m the one in charge tonight.”

  With that, and leaving me no time to protest, she climbs on top of me and grabs my cock. She points it up and then lowers herself until her folds are gently brushing against my cock. Instead of simply lowering herself all the way, she holds that position and starts rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her pussy. I shudder in anticipation, my muscles so fucking tense you wouldn’t believe it. You couldn’t stick a needle in me if you tried.

  “Beg,” she whispers, and I can’t even process what she’s saying. Beg? Ah, don’t make me laugh, I've never begged for anything in my entire life.

  “No way,” I shoot back with a grin. Let her read it in my eyes: no begging, never.

  “You’ll beg,” she continues in that confident voice, sure that I’ll end up succumbing to her spell. Well, she’s wrong. Isn’t she? Fuck, she just keeps brushing my cock against her pussy. I don’t know how she can take it.

  “No,” I hiss through my gritted teeth, but then she lowers herself just one inch, taking my cock between her folds. I try and thrust, but she moves her hips up matching my movement. “Fuck, Destiny… Just give it to me.”

  “Are you begging now?” she chuckles, and I can’t help but smile at her. Fuck, she got me there.

  “No…” I groan. “I’m politely asking,” I chuckle, my voice blending with hers, and she just impales herself on my cock. I grab her by the ass, holding her down, and I thrust so fucking hard I might just split her in half.

  “How does it feel to be fucked…? Instead of being the one doing all the fucking?” she whispers into my ear, leaning into me and nibbling at my earlobe. Rocking her hips back and forth, she starts punishing my cock with such a violent intensity that I begin seeing stars in my eyes. I really don’t know what got into Destiny, but I’ve never seen her like this. She isn’t fucking like a regular woman, or even in that special way of hers… She’s fucking me—yeah, she’s the one doing the fucking now, no other way to put it, like a Goddess. She really is something else.

  “Babe,” I whisper back at her, “I love it so much when you fucking do that.” I tell her that without thinking.

  Jesus fuck - do you see what I was about to say?

  I was about to fucking tell her I loved her.

  “I know,” she simply says, teasing me, and then sits up. Squeezing her own tits, she dances over my cock in a way only she knows how to do. I can’t think, I can’t breath; this is so fucking good that my brain is overloading with pleasure. “I love fucking you so much…” She finally admits it, and her words just make me snap. What the fuck happened with me? I was the kind of guy that laughed whenever someone mentioned the word love.

  Now, I’m almost telling this woman that I’m in love with her. But to be fair, I managed to catch myself. To say I loved fucking her.

  But that doesn’t mean when she said she loved fucking me I didn’t feel a fucking pang in my heart.

  What the fuck is going on with me?

  I’m completely over the fucking moon about a woman’s love. Has the great mysterious love actually managed to ensnare me? Yeah, I’m thinking it has. As stupid as it may sound, I think that the only reason I’ve managed to fall in love (or rather, take a nosedive into it) is the fact that I’ve found the one. Let’s just keep that between you and me, okay? I don’t want people to think that Python himself has become one of these helpless fucking romantic. I got a fucking reputation to keep up, after all.

  Destiny keeps riding me like a madwoman, all while I drift in a sea of scattered thoughts, and she takes me to the edge of cumming once more. I have to focus so hard to stop myself that I’m afraid a vein might burst inside my head. But I manage to do it, and that’s exactly the moment Destiny climaxes.

  She thrusts her hips forward, throws her head back, and screams at the top of her lungs. Her voice bounces off the walls, and it wraps itself around my brain in such a way that I almost forget where and who I am.

  I can’t just lie back, no, this goes against everything that I am. Whether she likes it or not, ol’ Austin has to show her what he can do. Without taking my cock out of her pussy, I sit down and grab her hair. She’s still cumming when I start pistoning into her, moving my hips so fast that her scream dies down and becomes a qu
ivering moan. I’m fucking her so hard that I can already feel beads of sweat dripping down my forehead. But I can go even harder.

  I lay her down and position myself so that I’m on top of her; reacting as fast as I moved, she crosses her legs behind my back and pulls me into her, urging me to go as fast as I can. She doesn’t even need to say it; I pound it her as hard as I can, my skin now covered in sweat.

  “Harder, harder…” she pants, struggling to get the words out. I’m already going as hard as I can but, somehow, her words unleash some hidden reserve of energy. I move furiously, ravaging her in such a way that this should go down as the best fuck in the history of the world. Future generations should study us so that the human race can fulfill its potential.

  “HARDER!” she screams, and I push myself past all physical limitations. I don’t even feel my body moving; I’m just one with the fucking universe right now, both our souls dancing as our bodies burn like a supernova. Sex has never been this good.

  She comes once more, clawing at my back like a leopard. She’s doing it hard enough to draw blood, but I just don’t care; right now I’m taking a deep breath and trying to get a hold of myself. My whole body is begging me for some release, but I just can’t allow it. No, not yet. I have to enjoy this until the very end, whatever it takes.

  I slide my cock out of her and, grabbing her by the waist, I make her roll to her stomach. I place her legs between mine and then, feeling her wetness with the tip of my fingers, I go for her pussy again. Lying down on top of her, I push my cock into her depths in one flowing thrust. I feel her inner walls clenching my shaft, and that just makes me reignite that furious pace.

  She’s grabbing at the sheets so hard her knuckles have turned white, and her moans have become hoarse and raspy; I’m figuring that she pushed her throat to its limit. No wonder, the way she screams deserves a prize and a million dollar check.

  I keep on ramming my cock into her until she stops moaning; she just falls silent and takes one deep breath, every single muscle in her body tensing up like a nocked arrow. Her body starts spasming as if she’s having a seizure, and I feel my own cum pushing its way up my shaft. Once more, I grit my teeth and force it back down, fuck, is this what they call tantric sex? They should have called it torture sex. Still, I just can’t help it, this is way too good.