Bad For You

by Alexa Kaye

  “Every inch of you is perfect, Taylor. Every fucking inch.”

  “Rob, please.” She blinks open her pleading eyes.

  “You beg so pretty, princess,” I say, using my pet name for her. I used to call her princess for a different reason, because back then she was an adorable, wide-eyed, feisty, demanding little princess.

  Now, I’m calling her that for an entirely different reason.

  She is my princess. That’s exactly how I’ll treat her.

  “I hurt. It’s so bad,” she tells me.

  “I’ll make it better, baby. I promise.”

  I lift one thigh, resting her calf on the back of the couch and smile. Holy fuck her pussy is like a rare flower, soft petals unfurling. Blooming. For me.

  Only for me.

  Mine.

  The first touch to her slit almost makes me cum in my pants.

  She’s wet already, her pretty lips moist and ready for my tongue, my dick. I part them with two fingers, finding her hard little clit and take my first taste.

  That does it. I cum. Quaking as I swirl my tongue round and round the hard little nub. She tastes like the nectar of some rare fruit, grown somewhere wild and lush and exotic. She clamps my head with her knees and I push them up and out. I can’t stop eating her no more than I can stop breathing. I suckle her little clit, her soft pussy lips, and then I plunge my tongue into her slick channel, lapping up her juices. She is losing it, squirming beneath me, and I am going crazy watching her.

  She murmurs, "Oh god, ohgod, ohgod!" Over and over and over again. And I just keep eating her pussy. Licking, fucking her with my tongue, and flicking it over her hard little clit while she bucks and quivers and quakes beneath me.

  "Cum, baby. Cum for me," I beg. My balls are about to explode again, they're so tight. The pressure is almost unbearable, despite the fact that I've already cum once.

  She is so delectable I burn for her. Every part of me. But especially my dick. I have to plunge inside her hot, tight channel. I can't help myself.

  But somehow I have to hold back.

  She is mine. All mine.

  But I won’t take her yet. Not until she’s mine in all ways.

  Not until she’s my wife.

  Chapter 3

  Taylor

  I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  Or is it hell?

  Now that I think about it, it can’t be heaven. Not with such wicked, hot pleasure throbbing through my body.

  Hell. It has to be hell.

  And lucky me, I like it!

  Kind of.

  There’s a big part of me that feels cheated.

  Yes, Rob made me cum so hard the top of my head practically blew off. But I wanted to be filled. With a big, hard dick. His dick.

  That was the one thing he’d denied me.

  But maybe it’s coming up next.

  He scoops me into his arms.

  Yay! I hope he’s taking me to his bedroom, where he can make sweet love to me all day long.

  I flop an arm over his shoulder. He’s still wearing his t-shirt. And his jeans. I’m hoping to take care of that ASAP. “Rob?” I ask, as he carts me down the hall and into his bedroom. He gently lowers me onto his bed and angles down, kissing me until my head is spinning all over again and blistering heat is blazing through my body.

  I’d always fantasized about Rob kissing me, touching me, fucking me. But I’d never thought those fantasies would come true. I can hardly believe it! It’s a thousand times better than I expected. He’s strong and yet tender. Commanding and yet generous and giving. I could fall totally head over heels in love with this man.

  He fists my hair and yanks my head back, and a shiver of pleasure quakes through my body. Ohmygod, I love how domineering Rob is in the bedroom. It’s freaking hotter than hell! Never will I be content to be with a boy. This is what I need. A man. A man who knows what he wants and how to take it.

  Yes, yes, yes!

  He nips and licks a sizzling path down my neck, and I moan in ecstasy. More. I’m ready for more. My spine arches, lifting my breasts. He grabs one and roughly fondles it. My nipple hardens. Little blades of bliss pierce my body.

  More.

  His other hand slides down my body until it finally cups my wet sex. Holy shit, that feels good. Already, I’m on the verge of another orgasm. But this time I want to wait. I want to feel what it’s like to cum with a big dick stuffed inside. I want to feel my walls spasming around it. And want to dig my fingernails into those thickly muscled shoulders as we cum together.

  My hips rock forward. My clit is throbbing. I need his touch so badly I want to cry. As if he can read my mind, he thumbs it, and I fall backward, unable to hold myself up any longer.

  Take me, my body is saying. I’m yours. All yours.

  “This is my tit,” he tells me.

  Yes.

  “Say it,” he demands.

  I’m lost. In pleasure so powerful I can’t speak.

  His thumb caresses my hard clit, back and forth, back and forth. Feels so good. I can barely stand it. My stomach muscles clench.

  “Say it. My tit,” he growls.

  “Yours,” I mumble.

  “Good.” One of his fingers dip between my nether lips, piercing my opening. “My pussy. Say it.”

  “Yours,” I repeat. I’m his. Whatever he wants. His.

  His finger slides back to my puckered hole. My body quakes as it plunges inside, the entry eased by the pussy juices coating it.

  Ohmygod. I had no idea that would feel so good!

  So close. Almost there. A massive wave of pleasure washes up my body.

  “My ass.”

  “Yours.”

  His hands leave me and I cry out. I’m in absolute agony. Teetering on the precipice of a powerful orgasm. Why did he stop?

  I hear a zipper.

  Yes!

  The mattress sinks. I feel his weight pressing on both sides of my body. He’s straddling me. I open my eyes to discover he’s on all fours with the most beautiful, big, hard cock in my face. I grab it in my little fist and give it a pump and he growls, parts my pussy lips and gives my clit a long swipe with his tongue.

  One good turn deserves another. That’s what I always say. I return the favor, giving his cock a swipe with my tongue, from root to head. Then I suck it into my mouth and swirl my tongue round and round the flared ridge.

  He growls again, and I shiver. The vibration literally hums through my body, producing mini explosions up and down my spine. He shoves my legs wider apart and devours my pussy. I clamp my eyes shut, mouth stuffed full of cock and wrap my arms around his body. Massive blasts of erotic heat charge through me. I wanted to hold back and wait for him to fuck me, but I can’t. The pleasure doesn’t blossom inside me, it explodes like an atomic bomb. I quake and spasm, his cock buried in my mouth. The overwhelming pleasure lasts forever. The spasms go on and on. I practically lose all control, and then finally it eases and I clamp my fist around the base of his cock and start sliding it forward and back. His hips rock in time to my movements, slowly at first. But as his pleasure builds and his cock swells even more, his movements speed up. Now he’s fucking my mouth roughly, the only thing stopping his cock from drilling down my throat is my hand, clamped tightly around the base.

  I feel the heat radiating off his body. He tenses, the muscles of his firm thighs pulling into tight slabs. Catching me by surprise, he jerks back, swings his leg over and pulls me until I’m bent over him.

  “Suck me off, baby. Take it all.”

  I want to do something else. I want to climb on that scrumptious cock and bury it inside my tingling channel. I kick a leg over, but he grabs me and logrolls me onto my back again. “No!” he says. “I won’t fuck you like that. Not until you’re mine.”

  “But I am yours. Whatever you want I want.”

  He shifts off me and pulls me upright. “What I want…I want you to marry me. To be my wife. Only then will I take that pussy.”

  Wife?
/>   Marry?

  Wife!

  My mind is blown.

  I’m a college freshman. I just started school. I’m only eighteen years old.

  There are boys galore. In my dorm. In my classes. Boys to kiss. Boys to flirt with.

  But you know what? I don’t want a boy. I want Rob. I love Rob. And I want to be his wife. I want to be held by him every night. And protected. Cared for. Loved.

  Maybe I’m young. And maybe I have a lot of life to experience yet. But I want those experiences to be with Rob. Wedding. Wedding night. First child. Buying my first house. Watching my child take her first steps. And everything after that. And I’ll cheer him on at every race. Jumping for joy every time he wins. Gripping my heart every time he has a close call. Our lives will be full of love and joy and excitement.

  “Rob,” I say. He’s holding my hands and staring into my eyes, and I can see how much he wants me to be his wife. I don’t think he’s even breathing right now. “Yes.”

  He smashes his mouth over mine and kisses me until I have no idea where we are. I think we’re floating high above the earth, on the clouds.

  I am going to be his wife! Me!

  He breaks the kiss and cups my face between his hands. “I promise you I will make you the happiest girl in the world. Anything you want. Anything you need, you’ll have it.”

  “School?”

  “You’ll finish, of course. But I want you living here, with me.”

  “Carl?” I remind him. My brother is going to freak out when he finds out. I don’t want to be the one to tell him.

  “I’ll talk to him. I’ll make him see how much I love you. He’ll be okay with it.”

  “Okay.” Holy shit, this is crazy! When I’d moved up to State, I’d expected to be living in the dorm all four years. Going to parties on the weekends and classes during the week. Lunches and dinner in the cafeteria with friends.

  But that’s not going to happen now. It’s all going to be different.

  Different. But better.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asks. “Do you need time?”

  “I could use a little time to get used to the whole idea.”

  “Fair enough. How about a week?”

  A week? I shake my head.

  “A month?”

  I shake my head again.

  He scowls. “You’re killing me.”

  I giggle. “One year.” I curl my arms around his neck and smile. God, he’s gorgeous! This will be the face I look at the rest of my life. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

  Only, I hope he won’t be wearing such a sour pout the whole time.

  “It’s only twelve months,” I tell him.

  “Three hundred and sixty-five days.”

  “Three hundred sixty-five point two five days,” I correct, giving him a teasing wink.

  “If you’re going to torture me that long,” he grumbles, “then I’m going to have to return the favor.” He slams me back and I bounce on the bed, squealing in surprise. He straddles me so that huge cock is right there, within reach and gives it a couple of pumps. “You won’t get this until then. So it’ll be three hundred sixty-five point two five days of torture for both of us.”

  I reach up and help him, our hands working together around his thick rod, gliding up and down, up and down until his cum spurts out, showering my tits and face.

  And I smile.

  Because in three hundred sixty-five point two five days, that cum will be filling me. Until then, we’ll just have to be creative.

  Chapter 4

  Rob

  “You may now kiss your bride.”

  Three hundred sixty five days have never gone so slowly. Not in my whole life. Not even when I was a little kid.

  Three hundred sixty five days of waiting.

  Three hundred sixty five nights of absolute torture.

  For both of us.

  But that is ending now. My dick is already rising to the challenge.

  I smile down at my wife, cup her smooth, silky cheek and lift her head for a kiss. “I love you always,” I whisper.

  “I love you forever,” she says, “and a day.” Her mouth meets mine, and my heart practically explodes with joy. I could kiss her forever, but I won’t. Not with over three hundred people watching.

  This big, overblown wedding is for my sweet bride. The glitter of delight in her eyes makes my heart stop. Literally.

  After the kiss, we turn to the crowd gathered in the church.

  My best man Carl claps me on the back. “Congratulations,” he says. “You’d better take care of my little sister, or you’ll have to answer to me.”

  “You know I will. I made a promise, and I’ll keep it.”

  “That’s enough,” My sweet wife chastises, giving her brother a glare. “You know Rob will treat me like a princess.” She slides her little hand into my arm and we walk down the aisle, gathering congratulations as we go.

  After the ceremony there are photographs to take, a reception to attend, cake to cut, and a first dance together as husband and wife. All the rituals of a wedding.

  But first there’s one small matter that can’t wait.

  Because we’ve been waiting. For fucking three hundred and sixty five nights.

  The instant we reach the church’s exit, I grab her hand and dash to the white limo idling outside. They aren’t expecting us at the reception for an hour and a half. That gives me plenty of time.

  It’s time to claim my bride.

  “The pictures!” she says as she giggles, her little heels click-clacking on the concrete.

  “Later.” I follow her into the car, my hands on her slender waist, helping steady her. Her little body is laced, taped, and buttoned under a mountain of satin and tulle. It’s going to take me an hour just to find her under it all. But it’ll be worth every torturous second.

  “Take us to the hotel,” I tell the driver through the car’s phone system. The privacy screen is up. And I’m going to take advantage of every minute we spend in this car.

  I dig at her skirts, clawing layer upon layer of tulle and satin out of my way. At last I find her smooth thighs. I grab her knees and push them apart, wide, wider. She’s wearing white lace panties. They’re pretty but they’re also in my way. I hook my finger in the crotch and rip it. She squirms.

  “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be easy on you this first time.”

  She blinks wide eyes at me then smiles. “You’d better not.”

  Fuck, I’ve married the world’s hottest woman.

  I duck my head and give her smooth shaven cunt a lick, and she quivers.

  “I’m going to make you so hot that by the time we get to the hotel, you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”

  “I already am,” she says, her voice breathy. She reaches down, curling her slender fingers in my hair as I part her nether lips to expose her clit. I pull that hard little pearl into my mouth, suckling it like a tit and she writhes and whimpers.

  “Please,” she begs. “Oh God.”

  “Soon, baby.” While I flick my tongue up and down over her clit, I slowly push a finger into her slick channel. It barely sinks between her nether lips before hitting the thin membrane of her innocence. Her cunt is unbelievably tight. It’s going to hurt the first time. I want to make it as easy as I can.

  I eat her like she’s my last meal. I lick and suck and nip while she grinds against my face. I love how responsive she is, how unreserved. She is loving every touch, every lick, and she’s letting me know it.

  The car stops and I pull all those layers of material back in place to hide my wet little pussy. When the driver opens the door, I step out then help my flushed bride get out. Her face and neck are stained a lovely shade of pink. I can’t wait to see that color deepen as she cums.

  We aren’t alone in the elevator, so I’m forced to just hold her against me. The old couple riding with us smile, their eyes bright. They offer us congratulations as the car hums up to our floor. It feels like it takes a li
fetime to get there. My hands are burning. I need to touch my wife again. And my dick is trying to drill through my pants. My bride’s fluffy skirt makes a convenient shield so I can spare the elderly well-wishers a view of my giant pants tent.

  At last the doors open. I scoop my wife into my arms, and she squeaks and drapes an arm over my shoulder. She gets the door with the key card she has in her purse, and then we’re inside.

  Alone.

  At last.

  She looks at me, full lips slightly parted into a sexy pout.

  “It’s time,” I tell her. I make a twirling motion with an index finger and she turns around.

  Fuck, there are at least thirty buttons on this dress.

  I want to just say fuck it and tear the thing off her. But I don’t. I slowly push them through the little loops, one tiny button at a time, until at last I’m looking at the back of her white corset, tied with satin ribbons. I push the dress off her shoulders and it slides down her body and gathers in a heap on the floor.

  For all my effort I’m rewarded with a view of the world’s most perfect ass, now bare, since the tattered bits of her panties are dangling from her waist. I quickly discard those then spin her back around so she’s facing me.

  She’s smiling. “I love you,” she says.

  “Baby, I love you so much I can’t stand it. Now come here, I have to make you mine. I can’t wait another second.” I take her hands in mine and pull her to the bed. She lies on her back and opens her legs for me.

  Damn, what a sight. Tits pushed up and smooth stomach cinched tight by the corset. Pussy bare and wet.

  My mouth waters. I could eat her all day. I will eat her all night. But there’s no time for that now. I yank at my belt, unzip my pants and shove them down. My dick springs free, head purple from all the blood pulsing to it. I grab her by the legs and drag her until her ass is practically falling off the end of the bed.

  This is it. It’s finally happening. Taylor is mine. Forever mine.

  I drag the head of my cock along her slit, coating it in her juices. Shit, does that feel good. So damn good.

  Biting my lip, I nudge at her opening. She's so hot my hips shift forward without my thinking. I need to be joined with her now. Body. Mind. And soul. I want to know her secrets. Her wants. Her needs. Absolutely everything. And I want to give her everything.