Submission Specialist: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 2)

by Scott, Ada

  It shouldn’t have been possible to have the kind of size he was endowed with. The entrance to my pussy was stretched out to a taut ring of fire, and I still had no sense that the head was even in yet.

  He’d said that he was going to fuck me the way nature intended, but it almost felt like nature intended for him to breed an army of Amazonian Warrior Princesses, not somebody so diminutive in comparison to him. It was too much. Too much!

  A tear fell from the corner of my eye, and I was just about to cry out when I felt the ridge of his cock slip past my pussy lips, and there was a tiny relief as they clamped down on his shaft. With that small advance, the tip of his cock was at the final insignificant defender of my virginity. My hymen would fall next.

  “Mmmm. I can feel it,” said Austin. “You. Are. Mine.”

  My husband might not have heard my whispered “Yes” under his groan of pure satisfaction, and I barely had time to get it out before he pushed forward through my maidenhead like it was nothing. Austin fed inch after inch of thick cock into my innocent body as I squirmed and squealed underneath him, only pausing when I instinctively reached down and pushed against his hips to slow his advance.

  He gathered my wrists and pinned both arms over my head with one big hand, before finishing what he’d started. It seemed like an eternity before his balls were resting against me again, and I had this incredible sense of fullness, as if I had more cock than Skylar inside my own skin.

  I could feel every throb of his erection inside me, my hyper-sensitive walls making me so aware of the rhythm that it felt like my body had two hearts. He pulled back and I hissed a breath in through my teeth, and then yelped when he powered himself home so hard that the headboard slammed against the wall.

  The pain burned between my legs, and despite the undeniable undercurrent of pleasure, the relief of not having to worry about guarding my virginity anymore, I squirmed away from it. With Austin, though, there was no escape.

  He still pinned my arms above me, and his hips moved with mine as if he knew exactly what my body was going to do before I did. He kept his cock exactly where he wanted it.

  When he chose, he began sliding his cock in and out, forcing that impossible thickness into my tight depths over and over again. My body shook every time he bottomed out in me, not as hard as the first thrust, but with enough strength that the sound of each impact rang out in the room like a slow clap.

  Each stroke fueled both the fire and the pleasurable undercurrent. I had no idea which sensation would win. Surely something that size could do some damage… yet it also felt so good, so perfect, claiming my virginity and taking away the veil with which I’d covered my whole life.

  Austin shifted to a slightly better position and began thrusting harder, keeping me walking that razor edge. My breasts began wobbling in time with his relentless pounding, and I tried to unbind my hands from his grip so I could support them, but he felt as strong as any handcuffs yet made.

  The man who was taking my innocence so masterfully let his eyes roam over my body, exploring every inch of skin as thoroughly as he had read my face a few minutes ago. He admired his handiwork in every bounce of my breasts, every squirm of my hips and every twitch of muscle.

  Out of everything, nothing seemed to please him more than the sight of his cock driving into my pussy. I could only imagine how big it looked with my lips stretched so tightly around it, how it glistened with our combined juices on every outstroke.

  Maybe imagination was enough, because that very thought sent a pulse of utter ecstasy flashing from my clit to the very extremities of my fingers and toes. I squeaked and then bit my lip, embarrassed out of habit.

  It was pure madness to be self-conscious about that little vocalization of pleasure, when my pussy was so wet for him. Like so many things, that reaction was out of my control.

  If Austin noticed my moment of self-doubt, it didn’t affect his rhythm. If anything, he began slowly dialing up the pace of his fucking, and another flush of pleasure forced a little squeal of affirmation out of me.

  The pain was still unquestionably there, but I had a sense that I was falling, or flying, in the other direction now. My nipples, painfully stiff, made no attempt to hide my arousal, waving like little pink flags of surrender to the powerful man thrusting above me.

  Mmmmm, the powerful man above me. My pink tips might have been the only thing on my body that could match how hard he was, both that monster cock between his legs and his rippling muscles.

  For the first time since I felt his girth pushing my labia to each side, I allowed myself to bask in his physical perfection. All that strength, working with the coordination of an elite athlete, covered in ink and, for the time being, concentrating on jack-hammering a huge cock into me.

  I moaned as the pleasure grew, losing a constant battle to catch my breath. Austin hadn’t even broken a sweat yet; he looked like he could go forever.

  Sensing the change in tide within me, Austin let go of my wrists and brought his hand to my throat. I curled one hand around his arm, as if I’d be able to do anything at all should he decide to squeeze, and let myself feel all that hard-thrusting power with the other.

  “That’s it, there’s my dirty little wife,” he said.

  Austin was pounding into me so hard and fast by this stage that my pussy was a cacophony of sensation. It was almost impossible to decipher what my nerves were trying to sing to me, where one thrust stopped and the next started. My body was almost vibrating rather than shaking.

  One message that started quietly, but grew louder with every passing second, was that I was going to climax again, and climax hard. Dull pleasure from my clit flowed slowly out until my pussy muscles were fluttering around that huge cock and I was so close, I was going to scream the hotel down, I was…

  Austin stopped for a moment and flipped my leg from one side of his body to the other, before grabbing my hips and pulling me up into doggystyle position. It was the tiniest of pauses, but my orgasm retreated from the brink far enough that I cried out in frustration.

  “Fuck me! Do it! Fuck me, hard!”

  Smack!

  My husband’s hand on my ass rang out like a gunshot over my own panting and I yelped in surprise, partly at the unexpected pain but more at the unexpected pleasure. Austin resumed his former pace as if it was a starter’s pistol in a race, and this position allowed him even deeper access to my virginal pussy.

  I winced anew as his cock claimed my most intimate depths, untouched flesh that was about half an hour less experienced than my entrance. The tip of his cock brushed up against my cervix a few times, leaving me in no doubt that I physically had nothing more to give.

  When this fake marriage was over, I’d have nothing to give my hypothetical real future husband that Austin hadn’t already marked as his own. I bit my lip. How could anybody else ever make me feel like this? How would I ever find somebody that could fuck so hard?

  Smack!

  My orgasm came rushing back to the forefront and I screamed my affirmatives, trying to give Austin every sign I could to push me over the edge. I wasn’t sure if I was speaking in English, but it seemed to work.

  Reaching forward, Austin grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head, and used that grip to pull my entire body against his hard thrusts. I could feel the strain on my scalp, and it was almost as if that was the last signal I needed. My first cock-powered orgasm took me.

  My muscles flexed as if in a quivery and pleasurable cramp. It curled my toes and, when it hit my abdominals, made me tug against the grip Austin had on my hair even more.

  If he had let me, I would have buried my face in the pillow and muffled my orgasm, but he pulled back hard enough that I was looking up at the ceiling. I screamed my ecstatic delirium in that direction instead.

  My pussy muscles were clamped on Austin’s ever-pistonning cock and I could feel every bump and vein of his majestic rod as a haze drifted in around the edges of my vision. It should have been illegal to feel thi
s good.

  From behind me, I heard Austin’s first grunt of effort, and he suddenly changed rhythm, opting for slower but harder thrusts. I gasped when I felt that first hot splash of cum inside me, and rose up on my knees until I was right against him.

  Through the fog of pleasure still clouding my mind, I struggled for rational thought. This was really happening. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, I’d given my innocence to my fake husband and let him cum directly into my unprotected depths.

  And so much cum too! If more sperm meant a higher chance of pregnancy… oh my gosh. Hot spurt after hot spurt drenched my quivering teen pussy until, it seemed, without anywhere else to go, I felt a veritable torrent of it running down my inner thighs towards my knees.

  I reached behind myself with both hands, thinking I was going to try to push him away. Instead, I found myself reaching even further, grasping at his ass to pull him into me even more.

  Under my hands I felt his ass clench, corresponding with a push into my pussy and a jet of cum, over and over again, each clench, thrust and spurt gradually dwindling away until I was leaning back against him, feeling him twitch inside me as I tried to catch my breath.

  Austin’s muscular arms were around me, holding me up. Without them I would have collapsed. The silence in the room grew as my breathing slowed, and my ears were ringing. Had I been screaming that loud? Or was this something that happens after sex that I’d never read about?

  I moaned quietly when Austin cupped my breast and teased my nipple. I didn’t have the energy to do anything more. His cock, not deflated in the slightest, twitched sporadically inside me, as if still trying to deliver more sperm.

  “Let’s fuck again,” he said.

  I tried to raise a hand to wipe some sweat off my brow. “Wha…?”

  Chapter 11

  Austin

  According to the alarm clock next to the bed, it was just after ten o’clock in the morning. By the time I’d finished fucking Skylar last night, the early-morning light had just started peeking through the curtains.

  I couldn’t have had much sleep, but I’d slept like the dead in the time I did. That was the longest non-stop sexathon I’d ever had, even when I’d had more than one girl to spread the load over.

  She took it all though, my wife absolutely drained my balls. Her pussy felt like fucking magic, heaven on Earth. I’d never felt anything like it, and I’d never wanted to stop.

  Even now, thinking about her tight little pussy, I was getting hard again. That was pretty weird. Usually I just wanted a chick to fuck off in the morning, if not earlier. I’d already taken everything I wanted from them, used them up completely, so why would I go back for more?

  Next to me, Skylar was a cum-soaked wreck. Sleeping on her stomach, I could see her legs were parted under the sheet. After last night, I bet she’d be walking bow-legged for a while, and they might have to bury her in a y-shaped coffin.

  I propped myself up against the headboard. Skylar mumbled in her sleep, turning her head to face me with her eyes still closed. Even in the dim light, I could see a hint of cum in her hair, and spots of her virginal blood on the sheets.

  Her virginity was mine, and I’d taken as much from her as any other woman I’d been with, so why was I still feeling this… attraction to her? I shook my head and swung my feet stealthily on to the floor.

  I started getting dressed, looking down at her, but I had to turn around to finish off. When I looked at her, it was like I was looking at the embodiment of sex appeal itself.

  She was hard to resist. I left the room without looking back, putting my shoes on in the hallway. By the time I walked out to the street, the fresh air, and the distance from Skylar, started to clear my head.

  What I needed was a big breakfast, and to start concentrating on my next fight instead of this circus act. Skylar was a prizewinning fuck, I had to give her that much, but that was all.

  I couldn’t let her get in my head, and I sure as fuck couldn’t let myself start believing the lies in her eyes. Hopefully, after last night, she’d realize I was just another guy who wanted to get into her pussy, and she’d save those hero-worship looks for my cock and the cameras.

  The last thing on my mind was being a fuckin’ hero. That shit never works out.

  At the end of the street was a diner that served breakfast until eleven o’clock, according to the sign in the window. I stepped inside and headed towards the counter.

  A group of college chicks, sitting in a booth, stopped talking for a second and then started chattering excitedly in rushed whispers and intermittent giggles. Even out of the corner of my eye, I could see miles of cleavage.

  I didn’t look directly at them; they’d come to me soon enough. After a minute or so browsing the menu, a guy behind the counter asked me what I’d like this morning.

  “I’ll have the mega-big-time country breakfast. Extra bacon. Orange juice rather than coffee.”

  He looked me up and down. “I’ll make that serving on the large side.”

  “You do that.”

  “Have here or takeout?”

  “I’ll eat here.”

  Skylar could get room service or go do her own thing, didn’t matter to me. I paid my money and took my number, which was attached to a little metal stand so the waitress would know where to bring the food, and took a booth away from the front windows.

  Somebody had left a magazine on the table. Since it had Ernesto Sanchez on the cover, the man who would soon become known as my little bitch, I decided to flip through it. I was only a few paragraphs into the article about his unparalleled pride when I caught a whiff of perfume and a glimpse of sorority slut to my side.

  “Um… excuse me, aren’t you Austin Aquila?”

  I looked up and saw their appointed leader standing there, a tall blonde with a clearly enhanced chest that she was showing off with a low cut vest top. Her hands were clasped around a felt pen in front of her short shorts, and the insides of her elbows were pushing her tits together so they spilled out. Subtle.

  “Yes I am,” I said.

  She squealed and bounced. “I knew it! I was there when you broke Hirokito’s arm, it was the best day of my life! You’re the best!”

  “Thanks. Did you want me to sign something?” I gestured at the pen.

  I wonder what.

  The girl got a devilish look in her eye. “Well… I don’t have anything here, I mean, a napkin is so boring… how about…”

  She sat down next to me without waiting to be invited, scooting over close so nobody could see exactly what she was doing. With one hand she pulled her top down an inch or so, revealing a little more of her curvy flesh and the edge of an overworked bra.

  “… here.” She finished, holding out the pen.

  For fuck sake. I was supposed to be avoiding groupies like this for the sake of my new image, but the way this chick was behaving I was going to have to either fuck her or take out a restraining order.

  I took the pen and thought about adding a note like “Money Well Spent!” or “Great Tits,” but just went with my signature even though there was plenty of space. That cleavage was a distracting background while I signed her tit. I had no doubt she was popular at her college.

  “Thanks! Hey, my friends and I are just kinda passing through on a road trip. I was wondering, do you like to, you know, party?”

  I played dumb while I tried to figure out how to get rid of her without making a scene. “I’m in training right now, so I don’t go clubbing or anything.”

  “Well… what about a more… private… party?” She slid a couple inches closer, my name standing out clear in wet ink on her tit.

  I sighed. “Listen, I dunno if you heard or anything, but I just got married so…”

  “Aw, that’s so sweet…”

  She didn’t get up to leave.

  “… but… like, she doesn’t have to know, or anything. My friends and I… we like to share. We’re very close.”

  “Listen, uh…”


  “Candy.”

  Of course. “Listen, Candy, I’m sure you’re all a lot of fun, but I can’t.”

  “You sure? We wouldn’t tell. You see my friend Debbie over there, the little brunette?”

  I looked over to see the other two huddled together looking intently back at us. “Yeah.”

  “You wouldn’t know it to look at her, but she can deepthroat anything, and she likes choking on cock until she almost passes out. She’s a lot of fun, and you can do anything you want with Bella and I while she recovers. Anything. I told my boyfriend that you were on my ‘list,’ I’ve got a free pass for you. Our hotel is just around the corner.”

  I could see it all now, the look on this chick’s face when we got back to their room and they realized they’d bitten off more than they could chew, when I fucked them all past their breaking point. Debbie choking herself out on my cock while I made the other two sixty-nine each other for my entertainment.

  Part of my mind was whirling, thinking about how I could get to their hotel room, fuck them senseless, and leave later on, without being seen. I could get one of them to give me their key card, we could leave the diner separately…

  They thought they were something special, as if I’d never been offered anything like this before. I had. They were hot, for sure, but…

  Another scene played through my mind, this one something that had happened last night. I was fucking Skylar for the fourth or fifth time, missionary style and going slow before a big finish.

  She had her hands clasped behind my neck, watching me fuck her as she squirmed just below the point of moaning her pleasure. Her face was my favorite feature, such an exciting mix of innocence and sex. I wanted to watch her expression when I came in her tight little pussy this time, to watch that knowledge flash behind her eyes as I took everything I wanted from her.