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

by Fox, Kimberly

  She turns away. “It won’t happen again. I don’t go for guys like you.”

  “Who do you go for?” I ask tracing my finger up her leg. She makes a sour face but I can see the little hairs on her arms raising to attention. “The cheek licker?” My finger travels over her knee and down the inside of her thigh.

  She shifts her weight and starts breathing heavier as my finger gets closer to the towel. I sit beside her on the bed and lean into her ear. “We both know you want me to fuck you,” I whisper. “Why the charade?”

  She licks her lips as she stares straight ahead at the dead TV. She swallows before talking. “I saw you kill people today. You kidnapped me.”

  I trace a circle on the inside of her thigh and she parts her legs slightly.

  “That’s enough to turn most girls on.”

  “Not me,” she says as her chest rises and falls in heavy breaths.

  Her skin is flushed and she looks tense. Her mouth is saying one story but her body is saying another. She’s trying to fight the desire flowing through her veins but it’s starting to overpower her. Time to push it over the edge.

  I lean in and kiss her neck and she makes no effort to move. “Then why are you still in your towel?” I ask between kisses.

  She’s about to answer when I slide my hand between her legs and under the towel. Her words come out in a gasp as I feel her wetness. I use her juices as lubricant to slide my finger in circles over her clit.

  “Why fight it?” I ask as I kiss her neck, sending shivers down her back. “You want me to touch you. You want my hard cock in you.”

  “No,” she says, shaking her head despite pulling my hand towards her pussy. “I hate guys like you.”

  She opens her legs wider for me and grabs a fistful of sheets. Her tits look so tempting rising and falling against that towel.

  I trace her wet opening with my finger gently before plunging it inside her. She lets out a series of small moans as I stroke her slowly from the inside. Her eyes close and her body relaxes, melting on my fingers.

  “You can hate me all you want,” I whisper in her ear. “But this is my pussy and you’re going to come when I tell you to come.”

  She bites her bottom lip as her breaths become heavier. She gasps and whines as I slide another finger in and press my palm firmly against her clit. She grinds on my hand as I curl my fingers inside her and stroke her tunnel.

  “Tell me it’s mine,” I whisper in her ear.

  She has her eyes closed. The back of her head is pressed against the headboard. Her legs are spread apart. “No,” she grunts as she shakes her head.

  “No?” I whisper.

  “Colton I don’t want a-”

  She interrupts herself with a whine as I pull out of her. Her face is twisted in what looks like pain. She’s holding the back of my hand, pulling me back to the heat between her legs.

  I rub her clit with my finger and her body relaxes again.

  “Tell me you want to come,” I whisper. “Tell me you want to get fucked.”

  I plunge my fingers back into her pussy and she is dripping wet.

  “I want to…fuck me…please…I want to come,” she finally says in moans and grunts.

  My dick gets harder at the way she mixes up her words in her throaty voice.

  “Whose pussy is this?” I ask as I stroke her, drawing moans from deep inside her.

  “Yours,” she says, submitting to me. “It’s all yours.”

  Those are the words I wanted to hear. I rip the towel open around her chest and it falls to her sides, exposing her big, heaving tits. I’m on them in a second, engulfing her hard nipple and rolling my tongue over it. She grabs the back of my head as I switch to her other delicious tit.

  Her mischievous hand creeps under my towel and finds my cock. I moan on her nipple as she starts to stroke me. The towel falls on the floor where it belongs and I stand back up.

  She’s not just a passive observer like a lot of the boring lays I’ve had. Her body language says she’s up for anything no matter what the bullshit words coming out of her mouth say.

  Her hips are squirming on the bed in excitement. She looks like she’s ready to burn some energy. It’s time to see what she’s capable of.

  “Off the bed,” I command, and she jumps off before I can finish the sentence. Her round, full tits bounce up and down as she breathes heavily, awaiting my next order. I take a second to admire her naked body. Her tits are spectacular and look giant on her small frame. I’m ready to see them in HD.

  “You want my cock?” I ask as I sit on the bed with my back against the cold, wooden headboard.

  Her head nods up and down in an eager frenzy.

  “Alright cowgirl,” I say, gripping the base of my dick and holding it straight up. “Let’s see what you got.”

  A smile breaks across her face and she climbs on the bed. I grab a Magnum from the plastic bag beside the bed. Luckily they had a box at the front desk. I rip open the foil with my teeth and roll it down my rod.

  Sara straddles my legs and my dick burns waiting for her to engulf it in her warmth.

  Her pussy is spread open above my cock with the perfect little landing strip on her pelvis leading down to it, her tits are in my face with her hard nipples just waiting to be sucked on and she’s biting her bottom lip in anticipation.

  I’m about to enter heaven.

  She grips my shoulders with her cold hands and sinks her hips down. I guide my cock into her wet hole and let her do the rest. I’m expecting her to go slow and hesitant, like most girls do at first. I’ve got a big dick and in this position the girls are always a little reluctant to take it all in on one shot. But not her. She slides down me until I’m balls deep in her cunt. She grinds her clit on my pelvis and moans as she digs her nails into my shoulder.

  “Fuck yeah,” I groan as she slides back up for another go. This girl is tight. Like air-fucking-tight. No wonder I’ve been thinking of her all morning. The walls of her pussy squeeze my dick and hug it like it never wants to let it go. Well, that would be just fucking fine with me.

  Her tits bounce up and down in front of my face with every drive of her hips. I want to feel them but that would ruin the magnificent view. My hands quickly win the battle with my eyes and I grab more than a handful.

  “God your tits,” I say, sweeping over them with my tongue as they pass my mouth. “They’re fucking flawless.” She moans as I suck on them and swirl my tongue around her firm nipple.

  Sara moves her hands from my shoulders to the wooden headboard behind me. Her arms are flexed and the fire in her eyes flare like I just poured gasoline on them.

  “Come on cowgirl,” I say gripping her hips and spurring her on. “You can do better than that.”

  I want to see what she’s really capable of.

  The bed shakes under her grip and she looks at me with a furious determination in her eyes. I grab her smooth ass cheeks and hold on for the ride.

  She increases the pace with each thrust of her hips until her ass is hitting my legs with loud, fleshy smacks. She looks down at me with an angry face and I half expect her to slap me for some reason.

  “That a girl,” I say as her tits bounce in front of my face and her nipples brush across my lips.

  I arch my hips and meet her thrusts halfway and it’s not long before we’re both grunting, groaning and screaming loud enough to wake up any late sleepers in this shitty motel.

  She’s fucking me hard. She’s getting it all out; releasing all her frustration and hostility on my dick. Being an asshole sure has its benefits. I love getting women all wound up. It’s so much fun when all that pent up sexual tension comes crashing down. On my cock.

  Her thrusts become almost violent and the bed bangs into the wall with every assault of her pussy. Another few minutes and we’re going to explode through the drywall into the neighbor’s room.

  The shitty painting tumbles off the wall and lands behind the bed with a crack. I turn to see if it’s broken whe
n she snarls like a lioness and slams my shoulders back against the headboard and continues.

  Wow. She’s a keeper.

  Her hair is wild, her face untamed. She looks like a feral animal over me. And it’s so fucking sexy. “I’m going to come,” she growls.

  I grip her ass and spread her cheeks, rocking her up and down even faster. Her fingernails feel like claws as she buries them in my skin so deep that I’m sure they’ll be blood. It all pushes me closer to the edge until I’m about to fly over into the abyss with her.

  Her body tightens and she howls as her orgasm rocks through her. Her pussy clamps down around my cock and I can’t hold it any longer. I thrust my hips up and come deep inside her, filling the condom with cum. It’s blindingly intense and I clench my teeth as it rips through my body.

  The girl who was so quick to say no a few minutes ago is screaming in my ear and yelling “yes!” so loud that I’m sure the front desk will hear.

  Her nails rake down my back as the aftershocks of her orgasm pass through her body. “Fucking shit,” she groans, out of breath and wincing.

  She took the words right out of my mouth. My heartbeat feels like a sledgehammer against the inside of my chest.

  “Nice job cowgirl,” I say, smacking her ass as she climbs off me and reaches for her towel.

  “Fuck you,” she says.

  “I’d rather fuck you again,” I say, taking one last look at her juicy tits before she wraps her cruel towel around them.

  “Well that’s not going to happen.”

  “We’ll see,” I say with a grin.

  She flashes me a dirty look as she storms into the bathroom and slams the door shut.

  I love this cat and mouse game.

  But doesn’t she know that the mouse wins in the end and the pussy always gets fucked?

  eleven

  Sara

  I grab a second slice of pizza and glance at Colton as he takes a sip of his beer. I touch the knot of my towel to make sure that it’s still holding tight. Colton doesn’t seem as worried.

  “You can put your towel back on,” I say, glancing at it hung over the back of the wooden chair like a deflated ghost.

  “You have to get used to my cock,” he says before taking a sip of beer. “You’re going to be seeing it a lot this week.”

  I roll my eyes but feel a flood of excitement flow through me. I keep catching myself stealing glances at it. Even when it’s soft it’s big and intimidating.

  I hate that I love it. That I want to whisk the pizza box off the bed and spread my legs for him again. I hate that I want to feel him push deep inside me and hear him grunt primal sounds in my ear as he claims me.

  I’m an intelligent, educated woman with a sharp mind and good values. I want to be with a mature, gentleman who uses his words rather than his fists. A man who would use violence as a last resort rather than the first. A quiet, humble man who respects and loves women instead of just using them as a cum dumpster.

  My mind wants that but all my body wants is to see how far my legs can bend behind my head as he shoves his thick cock into my willing pussy.

  This guy, this hitman, has seemed to have flipped a switch in me. I’ve never been the type to put sex first and now all I want to do is stay on my knees pleasuring him until the cheap carpet tears my knees up and leaves them a bloody mess.

  This place doesn’t help. This cheap motel. It feels like we’re sneaking around like we’re having an illicit affair. It feels dirty and naughty and it’s making it even hotter.

  He looks at me as he chews and my heart palpitates. There’s something about being locked in a room with an alpha predator that is both thrilling and strangely arousing.

  “What was it like growing up in the household of a crime lord?” he asks, reaching for another beer. He offers me one but I shake my head. I’m still working on the one I have now.

  “It was…different,” I say, taking a sip of the warm beer. “The kids at school couldn’t relate.”

  “I’ve seen Carmen turn the toughest thugs and enforcers into cowering mice before a roaring lion.” He looks at me with what can only be respect. “I can’t imagine what it was like growing up with him as a father.”

  I stare at my blurry reflection on the black TV screen as a searing memory comes to mind. “Once I was swimming in the pool behind our house when I was twelve. I remember I was playing on a pool noodle pretending that I was a mermaid looking for her prince. My father was sitting at the patio table with a guy. I didn’t know who he was but I remember being scared of him. He just threw off a creeper vibe.”

  Colton puts down his beer and gives me his full attention.

  “Anyways,” I continue. “I was playing by myself when my dad lunged on the guy and flipped his chair over backwards. Carmen landed on top of him and slammed his head into the concrete over and over. It made a muted slapping sound, like a baseball hitting a glove. I froze and watched as my dad, the guy who was supposed to carry me on his shoulders at the zoo and drive me to figure skating lessons, dragged the guy to the pool that I was swimming in and shoved his head underwater. The man was on his back so his wide eyes were staring at me through the water as the bubbles escaped his mouth.”

  I scratch my fingernail into the beer label as I remember the gory scene. “My father had a look in his eye as he held the man under water that I’d never seen before on him. I’ll never forget it.” The look still sends chills down my back.

  “I knew then that the man that I thought was my dad was an impostor. This man, the one who was holding the man’s head under the water that I was swimming in, was the real Carmen Price. My father got up but the man didn’t. He laid there and stared at me through the water with dead eyes.”

  “Sounds like Carmen,” Colton says with a sympathetic laugh. He stares at his beer and shakes his head slowly. “I don’t ever want my kids growing up in an environment like that.”

  My eyes dart to his. My heart feels like it’s shrinking in my tightened chest. “You have kids?” I ask, trying to sound like I don’t care.

  He stares at his beer bottle with narrow eyes. He swallows as his breathing becomes more rigid, more stressed. “Not really,” he says. He takes a deep breath, never taking his eyes off his thumb rubbing the beer label. “It’s a long story.”

  “We have time,” I say with a slight shrug. And I’m deathly curious of everything about him. I want to know it all.

  He finishes his beer with a long swig, even though he has about two-thirds of it left. “So what were you studying?” he asks, changing the subject.

  I want to know about his past but he doesn’t seem like a guy who likes to be pressed. There’ll be time later. We’re going to be locked in here for a while. And we can’t have sex the entire time.

  Or maybe we can.

  “Law,” I say, feeling the nausea that usually comes with talking about my schooling. My father had insisted on a law degree. I had other ideas but they weren’t considered. My future wasn’t up for debate. I mean why should I have a say in how I’m going to spend my life anyways?

  Colton scrunches up his face. He even looks sexy when he looks disgusted. “Of all the things you could do,” he says, shaking his head. “And you chose that?”

  “It’s better than killing people for a living,” I fire back.

  He takes it in stride. “Not really,” he says, grabbing another beer from the open box on the floor. “I put people out of their misery. You’ll be putting people into misery. Just shoot them in the head. It would be easier on everyone involved. Including them.”

  He twists his strong hand and the beer opens with a hiss. He smiles as he puts the smoking bottle to his devilishly sexy lips.

  “That’s your answer,” I ask, crossing my legs. “Just kill everybody without a trial. How would we know who’s guilty and who’s not.”

  “I’d know,” he says. “A man’s eyes will tell you everything when he has a gun to his head. I know if he’s guilty or innocent in the second befo
re I pull the trigger.”

  “And if he’s innocent?” I ask. “You’ll still pull it?”

  He looks at me with a grin. “You don’t come across any innocent people in my line of work.”

  I think of my father and all of his friends; the numerous ‘uncles’ that I had growing up and all the shady shit they were into. “I guess you have a point there.”

  “So what was your first choice?” he asks, running his hand through his towel dried, brown hair. His wavy hair is tumbling over his forehead and making his bright eyes pop even more. He looked good with his hair slicked to the side last night but I like this look even better. There’s something about a man with no product in his hair that I find just irresistible.

  I hesitate to answer. I don’t share this part of my life with hardly anyone.

  “Let me guess,” he says, tapping his chin with his finger. “A teacher?”

  I shake my head.

  “I could picture you as a sexy teacher,” he says. “Want to role play? You can be my private tutor for sex ed.”

  “Well you definitely have a few things to learn,” I say with a grin.

  “That’s not what you were screaming an hour ago,” he says, getting that ferocity in his eyes back. “Anyone in this motel complex can attest to that.”

  I roll my eyes and concede. I was screaming pretty loud.

  “So what did you want to study?” he asks again.

  Why does he even care? I thought I was just another of his bimbo girls. Like the drunk blond girl at the bar who was grinding all over him.

  “It’s…stupid,” I say. “It’s just a bullshit childhood dream that is totally unrealistic.” My father’s exact words coming out of my mouth. I shudder as I recognize them.

  “A princess?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

  “Not that unrealistic,” I say with a laugh. “I wanted to be an artist. A painter.”

  “Hm,” he grunts with a nod. “That sounds nice. A bit boring for my tastes. But nice.”

  My chest and back are tense as I wait for him to make fun of me but it never comes. He glances up at the horrid painting of the naked lady above the bed. “Can you paint better than that?”