His Brat: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Isabella Starling

  “Are you sure?” I ask her in a hoarse voice. “You can leave, kitten. I won’t hold it against you.” I would sure as hell have blue balls for days, but I wouldn’t be angry. She needs to want this, need this, as much as I do.

  She looks at me, her big blue eyes drilling into mine. “Please.” A single word, but so very powerful it makes my cock grow even harder. I contemplate giving her some space, seeing how overwhelmed she is by everything, but instead I move closer, and I crush my mouth against hers without warning.

  Her lips don’t part right away, but I force them open with my tongue. I’m not a very nice kisser; I like to get straight to the point, and I need to taste her. I need more of her. She’s sweet as fuck, sweet like honey and chocolate and cherries and cream. I taste her lipstick, something sugary and fake, but the real sweetness lies inside her mouth once I suck her tongue and kiss her like she already belongs to me.

  I don’t close my eyes. I watch her, digging her little claws into the couch, too scared to touch me. Her eyes are flying open and closed, thick black lashes surrounding those crystal baby blues. She doesn’t resist, but she doesn’t respond, either. And I’m a jackass, because I should stop, but I’m too fucking far gone, and she tastes too good for me to pull away.

  I bite on her bottom lip, dragging my teeth across it, and she mewls softly into my mouth. Without further ado, I take her hips and pull her into my lap, settling against the couch as she sits awkwardly on top of me, my lips never leaving hers.

  “What’s wrong?” I murmur against her mouth. My fingers are tracing the goosebumps on her arms, and her breaths are coming shallow and fast. I can tell she wants this, can see she’s turned on, but something’s holding her back.

  “I…,” she begins, gulping down her fear and shaking her head. “It’s nothing. Kiss me again, please, Sir.”

  The name she uses makes my dick jerk and twitch, and she gasps as she feels my cock rubbing through the fabric right against her center. I raise my hips off the couch, guiding her tiny body against my steel-hard cock, and she grinds on her own, rubbing her warm, wet little pussy against my hardness. It’s almost enough to make me lose my mind.

  My mouth goes back to hers, claiming her lips with a needy kiss. This time, she kisses me back, and it’s so much better than I thought it would be.

  She’s shy, not using tongue at first, just getting to know my mouth. She pulls on my bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth, and I think she doesn’t have a clue what she’s doing to me. It’s driving me pretty much insane, and I can’t help but pull her closer until her tits are pressed up against my chest tightly.

  “Dress,” I tell her, lifting the hem from her thighs. “Dress off, now.”

  She shivers, but obeys like a good girl should. Her fingers find the hem of her dress, and she pulls it off excruciatingly slowly. Her body is finally revealed, perky tits in a lacy bra, presented to me in a show of light pink and tanned skin. Her waist is impossibly tiny, and she’s wearing the panties I saw before, the pink lace ones. There’s a tiny patch on the front of them, already wet and sticking to her pussy lips.

  I observe it all, the sight tattooing itself in my memory. She’s a vision of fucking perfection, and I’m worried I’ll ruin it all, so my hands go behind my head, not because I don’t want to touch her, but because I’m worried I’ll scare her off with my intensity.

  “Take my cock out,” I tell her once her dress drops to the floor. She’s shivering, and I can tell she wants to cover up her body, but her eyes are filled with lust and she needs this as much as I do.

  “W-what?” she stutters, eyes wide and dilated. Her hand goes to her throat, and I groan. Those tits, that waist, that wetness against my crotch, and her pretty face… I’m a goner.

  “Unbuckle, unzip, take my cock out,” I order her again, motioning towards my jeans. “Show me what a good girl you are. Don’t disappoint me.”

  She bites her bottom lip nervously and I wonder if she’s ever been bossed around like this before. Doesn’t seem like it, but she does as she’s told, trembling fingers moving to my crotch. She unbuckles my belt slowly and undoes the zipper, exposing my tight boxers with the outline of my bulging cock clearly visible. I can tell she’s intimidated, half-naked in front of me with me still fully clothed, and I’m a sick bastard, because I love the way her fingers tremble as she reaches into my boxers.

  I hiss when she touches my cock, and her eyes widen as I spring free. I’m big, too big for her pussy, I’m sure. My uncut cock pulses expectantly for her, and she drinks in the sight of it, her mouth slightly open, holding me at the base gently, licking her bottom lip as she watches me twitch. A vein near the base throbs, and she looks at me quickly. It’s fucking adorable, the way she wants my approval.

  “Bra off,” I tell her next, hands still behind my head, watching her.

  She reaches behind her back, slowly undoing the clasp on her back. I don’t help her, I just watch her and pretend I’m unfazed, when in reality, I’m so damn close to losing it.

  She unclasps the bra and slowly pulls down the straps. Her tits don’t even move when she takes it off, perky and big, her nipples a light rosy pink and tightened into pointed buds. I want them in my mouth, but I force myself to stop, afraid of scaring her off. My vision darkens and my cock feels like it’s doubling at the sight.

  “Pass me that pack on the coffee table,” I order her, and her eyes wander to the side of the couch. With shaky hands, she hands me my pack of cigarettes, and I take it from her, grabbing a smoke and lighting it up. I take a long drag and she coughs softly as my hands go on the top of the couch. It’s the only way I can keep them off her. I’m repeating a mantra in my head, hoping I can stick to it.

  Don’t scare her off.

  Her hands are on her thighs, her cheeks blushing deeply as I watch her tits bounce with every breath. She’s gonna be the death of me, I already know it.

  My next order is simple, but I know it will scare her. “Take my cock in your hand. Move your panties to the side, show me that pretty pink pussy.”

  She blushes even deeper, and her hands shake visibly as she takes my shaft in her hand. Her fingers wrap around it but don’t meet, and her eyes widen. With her other hand, she moves the panties away, and I get a view of her perfect pussy lips.

  "Are you on birth control?" I ask her, because I need to know. I'll use a condom, but I want her bare so fucking badly.

  Her small nod is the sweetest sight in the world. "Good girl," I tell her.

  My next order makes her shiver. "Fuck yourself on my cock."

  She shakes her head no, and I shrug. "Fine, you want me to call you a cab?" A glare, and then another shake of her head. She guides my dick to her pussy and I have to restrain myself from jumping her, pulling her to the floor with me and burying my cock balls deep in her pussy. Instead, I take another long drag on my cigarette with my hands still back, motioning for her to go ahead.

  Her hands are shaking badly as she presses the tip of my cock against her wetness. A little moan escapes her, and it's almost enough to make me thrust my hips. But I force myself to stay neutral, my eyes on hers as she bites her bottom lip and presses my tip between her slick folds.

  She's tight, impossibly tight. I hiss and grit my teeth, but I don't touch her. She came here tonight to please me, so that's what she's going to do.

  "Sit on it," I tell her. "Until it's all the way inside, kitten."

  She gives me a frightened look, but in a second, it's replaced by lust. I know she wants this, I can see it in those baby blues of hers. She touches my shoulder gently, lifts herself off my lap and guides my dick to her opening. Then she starts slowly lowering herself, and I can't fucking take it.

  "Faster," I tell her. "All the way in, right now. Be a good little girl."

  She whimpers but does as she's told, sitting on my cock. It's so fucking much it almost makes me explode, just from the feeling of her tight pussy gripping my cock. There's resistance at first, but once she's sitting on my l
ap, I'm firmly planted inside her, and it's the most incredible feeling I’ve ever experienced. She has the tightest little pussy I've ever fucked. And we're not even doing that, I'm just balls deep inside her.

  I put out my cigarette, my hands still on the back of the couch. I don't know how I'm managing to restrain myself—it takes all I have in me to keep my hands off her.

  "Ride," I order her. She grabs my neck, pressing her lips to mine desperately, and I allow it. Her hips rock as she kisses me, differently than she did before. She's getting wetter as she moves, my cock sliding in with more ease, but she’s still incredibly tight. Her mouth busies itself with mine, and her tits press up against my chest.

  "Fuck," I hiss when she grinds her pussy on my balls. "Fuck, kitten."

  She moans, digging her fingers into my hair and pulling, hard. Her mouth is hot against mine and her pussy is already milking my cock dry. I'm worried I'll embarrass myself and cum inside her in mere seconds like I'm some guy her age, so I force myself to keep calm.

  She moves away, just a tiny bit, and her head falls back, exposing her throat and those bouncing tits. My grip on the couch tightens as she rides my cock. Then her eyes are back on mine and she smiles innocently.

  "Am I tight enough, Sir?" she asks me.

  I feel like a primal urge has taken over. She can't say shit like that to me and not expect a reaction. I try to hold myself back, but when she reaches for her tits, pinching her nipples hard, I know I won't be able to resist.

  I growl, grabbing her hips, and in a second, she's under me on the couch. I take a step back, pulling down my jeans and my boxers, pulling my shirt over my head. Her pupils dilate as she stares at me. I tower over her—she's tiny, and I'm tall as hell. If she's intimidated by the strength of my body, the tattoos that cover most of it, she doesn't show it. Instead, she parts her legs wide, her fingers trembling as they go to her clit.

  "More please, Sir," she begs, and I'm on top of her in a second. I guide my dick inside that glistening pussy, and she mewls, arching her back. My hand goes to the small of her back and I plunge inside her, fucking her without abandon.

  Her back is arched, her head is thrown back, and her nails are digging into my shoulders, and I can't stop staring at her, the stunning little kitten, as I fuck her pussy raw. She's unbelievable, and it's too much for me. I'll never get enough.

  She moans like a champ, begging and pushing me deeper, her legs wrapping around my waist. I thrust relentlessly, until I'm sure I'm seconds away from exploding. Finally, I risk a look down, because I need to see her pussy, need to see where our bodies meet to become one.

  My cock is throbbing, her pussy is wet and hot as fuck, but there's something else.... My brows furrow as I look down, swiping with my index finger at her pussy, making her shiver.

  I look at my finger, and it's covered in blood.

  "Jesus fuck," I groan. "Did I hurt you, kitten? Why didn't you tell me?"

  I move closer, cradling her face, my cock inches away from her tightness.

  "Please keep going," she breathes, lost in a world of her own. "Put it back in, Sir, please, I need it deeper."

  I take her face in my hands and I kiss her, my cock pulsing on her belly. My kiss is gentle this time, apologetic and needy at the same time. "Did I hurt you, baby?" I whisper against her lips.

  She wiggles under me, blushing as she looks up at me. "No, I.... It's nothing."

  "Are you on your period?" I ask, and she shakes her head. "But I hurt you, kitten.... I don't want to make you bleed."

  She looks into my eyes, kissing my lips softly, so sweetly.

  "I didn't know there'd be this much blood," she whispers.

  "What?" I’m confused as fuck as I stroke her hair, my cock still throbbing against her belly button, so fucking needy, wanting to be inside her.

  She blushes. "You know, the first time. I didn't... I didn't think you bled this much the first time."

  2

  Lola Grace

  He moves away from me as if he's just been burned. His fingers leave my hair, and I feel the loss of his cock like a cold burn. "What's wrong?" I ask, feeling frustrated as hell.

  I know this whole evening is a huge mistake. I never should've followed him out of that bar, but I couldn't resist. He ignited something inside me, having an almost magnetic pull on me, and I couldn't stay away. I needed to touch him, feel him, or at least talk to him, and I got my wish.... But now he looks pissed as hell.

  "Did I do something wrong?" I ask, biting at my bottom lip nervously. I sit up on the couch, folding my arms across my chest and crossing my legs protectively. I feel really vulnerable right now, with him looking anywhere but at me.

  "You were a fucking virgin?" he asks me in a voice so cold it chills me to the bone. "And you didn't think to tell me? Didn't think to stop me and maybe divulge that piece of information?"

  Embarrassed as I am, I feel tears pricking my eyes. I'm not going to cry. This man doesn't deserve it.

  Without saying another word, I get up and gather my dress from the floor. Before I can make it another inch, a strong hand grips my forearm, and I tremble, looking up at him, feeling that effect he has on me yet again.

  "Leave me alone," I beg him in a small but not very convincing voice. "Or call me a cab. I want to go home."

  "Kitten...." His voice is soothing, and I wish more than anything he'd just take me in his arms and make me feel better. "Don't be like this, please."

  I soften a little under his touch, and my dress falls back to the floor in a heap of fabric. His hands smooth down my hair, and he kisses my forehead tenderly. It's difficult to forget we're both still naked, especially when his still-hard cock rubs against my leg.

  "You should've told me," he says. "I would've...."

  "Made me go home?" I ask, furious ice blue eyes connecting with his deep brown ones. "I know you would have. And it's not a big deal, anyway. You would've been a dick about it, I just know it. Made me go home, scolded me like I'm some freaking child...."

  His hand catches my wrists and he pulls me closer. Horrified, I feel the tears starting to fall as I try to push him off, but he only pulls me in closer, enveloping my body in a hug. And it feels so good, even though it shouldn't. Even though my mom will kill me for it tomorrow.

  "Don't," I choke out as a big tear falls down my cheek. He makes me look at him, his eyes drilling into mine, and then he licks the tear sliding down my face. It's so deliciously wrong, so dirty, and it makes me shake in his arms.

  "So pretty when you cry," he tells me with a groan. “If you would’ve told me, I would’ve been gentler. Would’ve made sure you weren’t hurting. Wouldn’t have made you fuck me by yourself…. I’d show you how good it can be.”

  Without warning, he picks me up in his arms and I shriek as he gathers me in his lap. I try to look away, but he makes me look at him instead. Carrying me out of the room, we go up the stairs to the loft area. He doesn't stop until he's put me down on the big, fluffy bed in the center.

  I look around me, feeling oddly vulnerable but somehow less so, as he has showed me a more intimate part of himself by bringing me here to his bedroom. The walls are full of books, tomes about this and that, lots of beaten up paperbacks, some fiction, some not. My eyes revert to him, my handsome stranger, and I scoot back on the bed, pulling the duvet up until it reaches my chin. I smile shyly at him, hoping I'm not messing up his sheets.

  He's so handsome. More beautiful than any of the guys at college that usually chat me up. He's incredibly tall, and his stomach is defined, with a happy trail leading south. His face is almost painfully attractive, the features sharp and chiseled. I love seeing the ink snake around his body, different motifs here and there. And his cock....

  I lick my lips. "I'd like to know your name.... Please."

  He laughs, climbing on the bed with me.

  "If it'll make you forgive me for what I did to you, I'll tell you," he tells me tenderly. He's advancing on me, his hands on either side of my body as h
e covers it with his. Only the duvet is separating us, and even though I'm sore, I want him back where he belongs...inside me. Yet I don’t ask for his name again.

  "Do you want to go home?" he asks me again, and I shake my head just like I did before.

  "Don't make me go," I beg him. "Let me stay with you for a while."

  He nods, and his mouth gently presses a tender kiss to my lips. But it's not enough for me, and I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, ever-closer.

  "Are you sore?" he whispers in my ear, and I nod slowly. Immediately, he moves away, and I moan in protest. "Not going anywhere, kitten. Just downstairs to get something. Will you be a good girl for me?"

  Every time he calls me that, I get wet.... A new feeling for me. I nod needily, wanting his approval.

  "Okay," he grins. "Go to the closet on your left. Pick out one of my ties, and lie on your tummy. Tie the tie around your eyes like a blindfold and wait for me like that."

  "But—" I start to object, but he just winks at me.

  "Don't disappoint me, kitten," he finishes, and then he's gone. I groan, but I do what he told me nonetheless. Getting up from the bed, I sneak a quick look at my reflection in the big mirror on the wall.

  I'm still tiny, but at least my tits have grown. And my hair does look nice after being out in the sun all summer. I tilt my head to the side, my fingers parting my pussy lips. It feels... different.

  Before I can dwell on those feelings, I head into the closet he mentioned. There are rows and rows of suits, and I pick out a blood red tie from a hanger. I return to the bed on shaky legs, lying on my tummy like he told me, and tying the blindfold in place.

  And then I wait.

  It seems to take ages before I feel his presence close to me again. As soon as his footsteps echo on the stairs, I arch my back expectantly, needing him to touch me. A moan leaves my lips as I feel his weight sink onto the bed next to me, but he's not touching me, not with a single fingertip.