The Hitman's Baby: A Standalone Bad Boy Romance Novel

by Fox, Kimberly

I swallow a series of her moans and grind my erection into her pelvis. It hasn’t softened since the first time that I touched her.

  She pulls away and swallows hard as she looks at me with the sexiest fuck me eyes that I’ve ever seen. I tuck a loose strand of her wavy brown hair behind her ear and kiss her lips softly.

  I’m wondering what caused the sudden change of heart when I see her mouth hang open and her tongue is stained a bright blue. Gotta love alcohol.

  “What’s your name?” she asks. The sight of her lips moving makes my dick so hard that it burns.

  “Colton,” I say, giving my real name this time. I want to hear her scream it later. “And you?”

  “You can call me…Candy,” she says, clearly giving me a fake name. That’s fine with me. It means that she’s only up for a one night fling. I would fuck her either way but it’s much less messy when the girl knows that they’ll be no number exchanging or breakfast ordering in the morning.

  I lean in and bite her earlobe softly. “You ready to suck my cock Candy?” I whisper in her ear.

  She pulls away, grabs my hand and stares me in the eyes.

  Candy nods.

  Her hands claw at my belt buckle like she’s been poisoned and the antidote is in my dick. I grab her wrists and pull them away. “Lie on the bed,” I order.

  She stumbles across her dorm room and lies on the bed next to the wall on the right. It’s a tiny room barely lit up by the small light on her desk. I glance at the second bed wondering when the roommate is going to come home. Maybe this will turn into a threesome.

  But the way that this girl is staring at me and writhing on the bed I kinda want her all to myself.

  I grab the bottom of my shirt with crossed arms and slip it over my head in one fluid motion, making sure to flex my abs as I pull it off.

  Her eyes are on me, studying me like one of her textbooks. She lingers on my arms, trying to see my tattoos in the dark room.

  I toss my shirt on the clothes and notebook littered floor and slip off my shoes and socks. She can barely contain herself as she watches. She slides her hand into her pants and starts doing my job for me. Can’t have that.

  “Take your hand out of your pants or I’m going to tie you up,” I warn. “That pussy is mine. Nobody is allowed to touch it. Even you.”

  She pulls her hand out and slides them both under the pillow behind her head. Her back is arched and her tits are sticking up in the air teasing me, taunting me as they heave up and down with her short, heavy breaths.

  “You’re the boss?” she asks, licking her lips after.

  “That’s right I am,” I say as I slide my belt out of my pants. I make a show of bending the leather together like a whip. “If you wanted rose petals and Michael Bubble then you would have gone home with the cheek licker.” I snap the belt and it cracks like a whip, making her jump. “But you went home with me.”

  I place the belt on the night table beside her bed where it is within reach if I need it. “So be a good little girl,” I say, “and listen to your daddy or I’m going to slap that ass raw.”

  “Yes daddy,” she nods, and I fucking have her. She’ll do whatever I want.

  And right now I want my cock sucked.

  I unzip my jeans and let them drop down my muscular legs. My dick is raging behind my boxer briefs and the tip is popping out of the waistband like it’s trying to look over a fence at the treat that I have for him tonight.

  Candy, or whatever the fuck her name is, is still fully dressed. I want to see her smooth milky skin, those perky nipples that have been teasing me all night and the sweet nectar between her legs.

  “On your knees,” I order her.

  She jumps to her knees on the bed and waits for further instruction.

  I walk up to her and plunge my tongue into her mouth kissing her hard and deep. She tastes so good. It’s time to taste the rest of her.

  She raises her arms over her head as I lift her shirt off of her. Her white lacy bra hugs her big tits and shoves them up for me in a spectacular sight. I kiss her again as I reach behind her back to unclasp her bra and set these babies free.

  I pull away just in time to see her bra tumble away and her gorgeous, full tits bounce free. My dick pulses as I take a nipple in my mouth and roll my tongue over it, making it hard. I leave a trail of kisses from one breast to the other and by the time I reach her second nipple she’s moaning hard and running her fingers through my hair as she arches her back, pressing her tits into my face.

  The scent of her arousal is stirring something primal in me. My blowjob can wait. I want to taste her first.

  “Lie down,” I order.

  “You’re so bossy,” she says as she does exactly what she’s told. Her spectacular breasts are undulating up and down as she spreads her legs and waits for me.

  I can tell by her designer clothes that this girl is from a rich upper middle-class family. She’s been treated with nothing but respect her whole life and she’s not used to having someone order her around. Well, that’s what I’m here for. That’s what the hot guy in the bar who brings you home and fucks your brains out is for. He orders you around, makes you feel like a dirty slut for the night and every other time you’re making love to your sweet, caring boyfriend you can think of my fat cock plunging into your mouth and get off.

  I climb on the bed, placing my knees between her spread legs and lean over her body, placing my face inches from hers. “You have a big mouth,” I whisper. “If only I had something to stuff in there and shut it up with.”

  I dig my erection onto her pussy and she jerks her back up and whines. She writhes her hips under me as she closes her eyes and pants. The seam of her jeans is digging into my shaft but if feels good.

  I grab a fistful of her hair, as I grind between her legs, and squeeze, just enough so she feels some stinging on her scalp. She opens her mouth and gasps. I plunge my tongue into her mouth and she kisses me back with a ferocity that surprises me. She’s good to go now.

  I pull my mouth away, leaving her groaning, and kiss a trail down her salty skin. I lick my way between her breasts and down her flat stomach.

  I lick my lips as I unzip her jeans and slide them down her smooth legs. I take my time, both to build her anticipation and to admire her long, toned legs. I unhook her feet from her jeans and toss them over my shoulder and onto the floor where they belong.

  Her white panties are soaked through. The wet heat and sweet scent between her legs awakens the animal in me and I tear her underwear to pieces to get to the juiciness underneath.

  “Look how wet your tight little pussy is,” I say as I trace my finger around her opening. “Are you ready for my cock now?”

  She moans a yes as her head lolls to the side of the pillow.

  I push the tip of my index finger in deeper, feeling the silkiness of her tunnel. “You’re so tight,” I say, my voice getting deeper and throatier. “Look how wet and ready you are. You’ve been ready since the first time that you saw me. Since the first time you grinded on my cock on the dance floor.”

  “Stick it in me,” she moans in between labored breaths. She’s squirming around in aroused anticipation. I can tell by the way her body is moving that her mind is consumed with lust.

  “I give the orders,” pulling my finger away. She whines as she massages her tits.

  “I’m sorry,” she says with desperation in her voice.

  I slide my finger back in her, sliding it all the way up to my knuckle. I can tell by her tightness that she’s not the slutty type. She’s as tight as a virgin.

  “I’m going to stretch this pussy out with my huge cock,” I say, rotating my finger inside her. “Every guy you fuck after me is going to ask you what happened.” She’s biting her lip as she listens. I have to be careful or she’s going to come on my fingers. And she’s not getting off that easily. “What are you going to tell them?”

  She breaths in heavily. “That you fucked me.” Her voice comes out in hisses.

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��Who fucked you?”

  “That Colton fucked me,” she screams.

  “You tell them your tight pussy got ruined the day you fucked a real man.”

  She’s about to answer when I plunge my tongue into her wet hole. Her words turn into gasps, which turn into moans as I explore her folds with my tongue. She gives herself over to me, submitting to me as I eat her out. Her legs are spread open as far as her legs will allow and her hands are grabbing the back of my head, pulling me into her.

  She tastes as good as she smells and I could do this all night. I slip another finger in as I flick her clit with my tongue. She whines and calls out my name again. Hearing ‘Colton’ slide past her sweet lips makes my dick ache. I press it against the mattress for some relief.

  This chick is writhing against my mouth real hard. She’s still sopping wet no matter how much of her pussy juices I drink up. It won’t be long before she comes. But first…

  I smile at her frantic and angry whine as I pull my mouth away from her. She is looking at me with desperation in her eyes.

  It’s time to get my dick wet.

  I step off the bed and slide my boxer briefs down. My dick is throbbing. She is on her knees in front of me before I have a chance to order her down. She’s staring up at my cock like it’s magical, which I’ve been told by multiple women that it is.

  I grab a fistful of her thick brown hair and squeeze it just enough so that she knows I mean business. She arches her head back and opens her mouth, staring into my eyes as her hand falls down between her legs. She’s knuckle deep in her pussy as I trace the tip of my hard cock around her wet, open lips.

  Her tongue reaches up and licks the sensitive part under the head of my dick and my body erupts in warm shivers.

  She has pure lust in her eyes and I know that I can make her do anything I desire.

  I pull her head forward and she takes me in her mouth, not hesitating for a second. She engulfs my cock in her warm mouth and presses her head forward until she is almost gagging.

  I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the wall and look down at the brown head of hair bobbing up and down on my cock. I grab the back of her head with two hands and force her head forward, pushing myself into her throat. I can tell that she likes it by the way her fingers are grinding faster on her clit.

  I let out a groan as her swift hungry tongue massages my shaft. This is better than I expected from a rich college girl. I can tell that this one night stand is out of her comfort zone but she has definitely risen to the challenge.

  I grunt as she adds her hand to the mix and all I’m thinking about is the feel of her soft lips wrapped around my cock and her hand cupping my balls. She yanks it out of her mouth and takes violent breaths of air as she jacks me off and licks my sack.

  I’m going to paint her tonsils with my cum if I’m not careful. She’s got me too close with her greedy little tongue. And I’m not ready for this night to be over. Not without fulfilling my promise to stretch out her tight little pussy.

  I grab my cock and step back from her. She looks at me with a sexy pout, like I just took away her new toy.

  “Lean over the bed sweetheart,” I say as I stroke my cock, using her saliva as lubricant.

  She jumps to it, pressing her tits on the bed and thrusting her ass in the air. She looks back over her shoulder as she grabs the far end of the mattress. Her eyes are glazed over with lust as she looks at me impatiently.

  “Spread your legs wider,” I order as I approach.

  Her legs part and I can see her sticky wetness on the inside of her thigh. She’s so wet.

  I spread her cheeks with my hand and slap my cock onto her pink asshole. “You want me to fuck your ass?” I ask.

  She gasps as she rips the sheets off the corner of the mattress in her balled fist. “Fuck me anywhere you want,” she answers as she arches her ass towards me.

  I slide the tip of my cock up her soaked pussy ready to slide it in. “Fuck,” I curse under my breath. I forgot my Magnums in the car. I rip open the drawer of her night table and finger through makeup, paintbrushes and other junk looking for a rubber.

  “What is it?” she asks in a groan.

  “Condom.”

  She swallows hard and then points to her roommate’s night table. “In there. Hurry up.”

  I slap her ass with my hand and she lets out a whine. “I tell you what to do,” I say, picking up my belt and tracing it up the curve of her ass. The cold leather leaves goosebumps on her skin. “Forget that again and I’ll have to really show you who’s boss.”

  I toss the belt back onto the nightstand and open up her roommate’s drawer. I pull out an accordion of blue foil and curse. “Shit.” They’re only mediums. Small dick motherfucker.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks, writhing in frustration. She’s got two fingers buried in her cunt and she’s grinding on her palm.

  “Hey!” I say, tearing the top off of the blue foil. “Get your hand out of my pussy.” Her hand vanishes under her and reappears as she grabs the other side of the bed.

  I roll the condom on the tip of my cock and force the tiny thing down. It’s way too fucking small.

  “Well fuck me!” she begs, grabbing her tit and squeezing it roughly.

  “What did I say?” I ask, picking up my belt once again. This time I let her have it. It cracks over her ass cheeks and she lets out a pathetic wail.

  She bites her bottom lip and looks at me over her shoulder with a challenge in her sex crazed eyes. She likes it.

  “Want another one?” I ask.

  She nods and I give her what she wants. I put my wrist into it and she screams out harder this time. I toss the belt onto the floor and spread her red ass cheeks as she’s begging me for more.

  I sink my hard cock into her tight pussy with one swift stroke.

  She groans into the bed as I drop my head back and open my mouth, surprised at how tight she feels. I slowly pull back out of her and she arches her ass back, not wanting to let me go.

  I slam back into her, my legs hitting her ass with a smack. I grab a ball of her sexy brown hair and fuck her hard.

  The bed squeaks across the floor and slams into the wall with every violent thrust. She’s grabbing the mattress so hard that her knuckles turn white and she’s digging her forehead into the bed. Her screams and moans are coming out muffled.

  I glance at my jacked reflection in the mirror as I fuck this rich girl, doggy style. I flex my triceps and pump harder, feeling like a porn star.

  But I’m better than a porn star. I’m the real thing. She’s going to be thinking of this moment every time she fucks her nice, thoughtful, future boyfriends. She’s going to be thinking of me: the stud who she went home with that one erotic night in college who fucked her properly. The one who stretched out her pussy and left her covered in jizz.

  Her body goes rigid and her back arches up. Her screams and moans disappear as she holds her breath and twists her face in an expression that can only mean that she’s dying in agony or about to come. But the way that her legs are shaking and her pussy is lathering my cock up with juices, I’m guessing it’s the latter.

  Her face turns from red to blue and then her body erupts in violent convulsions. Her pussy tightens even more around my cock and I squeeze her ass cheeks as I fuck her through her orgasm. She screams out in incoherent words and noises as she yanks the blankets towards her showing the stained mattress underneath.

  She’s whimpering as the orgasm rips through her and I don’t let up. No mercy. I fuck her even harder now that she’s the most sensitive. She quivers under my hands as she tries to catch her breath.

  She’s a trooper, I’ll give her that much. She’s still pushing back on me, meeting my thrusts halfway.

  Her pussy is too tight and I can’t take it anymore. I grimace and grit my teeth as I blow my load deep inside her. I’m suddenly out of breath as well and my heart is pounding like a jackhammer on steroids.

  She gasps as I pull out of her. My l
egs aren’t as stable as they were a few seconds ago. I collapse onto her bed and she straightens out beside me, giving me room to lie down.

  “Fuck!” I hiss as I look down at the condom. It’s shredded. I should have gone to my car to get my Magnums. I turn to the girl. “You’re on the pill right?”

  She shakes her head no.

  “Fuck.”

  I stare up at the watermarks on the ceiling as reality comes flooding back to me. I shouldn’t be here. I’m here for a job. A job that can get me killed if I fuck it up.

  I should be looking for her: Sara Price. Ichiro is probably looking for her. Ichiro isn’t fucking some rich girl wannabe slut.

  ‘That’s why you’re number two and he’s number one,’ a little, annoying voice in my head says.

  “You’re welcome to stay over,” she says, as she climbs under the blankets.

  I close my eyes tight.

  Why can’t I just do a job? Pussy is always getting in my way.

  I decide to rest my eyes for ten minutes and then go find the girl. Sara Price. Her name is on the edge of my lips as I drift off into a deep sleep.

  six

  Sara

  I examine the skull tattooed on his bicep and follow the lines of black ink down his forearm. His muscular pecs are rising and falling slowly. He’s asleep.

  I take my chances.

  I carefully lean up on my elbow and the blanket tumbles down my chest exposing my naked breasts. I gasp as I yank the blanket back up, covering myself in case this stranger wakes up.

  He’s seen that and a lot more already.

  I crane my head and tilt forward, trying to get a good look at his package in the morning sunlight. The deep ridges of his abs look flexed even though his body is relaxed in sleep.

  I want to see if his thing was as big as I remember. If it was real or just the alcohol in my system playing tricks on me. But from the soreness of my lower body, it seems to have been as real as the pounding in my head.

  The blanket is draped over his waist, just below the tempting V carved into his pelvis. The tip of his trimmed pubic hair is peeking out at me.