Bad Rep (Southern Ink Book 1)

by S. N. Garza

  “You’re sobering, baby.”

  “Why are you being mean to me, Deke? Always so mean. Don’t you know I love you?”

  We were half way down the long fucking hallway to her room when I backed her body into the wall, bracing her head so it didn’t slam against the building.

  “Oh, baby. I hate being mean to you. You have no idea how I hate hurting you. I just want what’s the best for you, Penelope.”

  I looked into her golden green eyes that were filled with drunken passion and just a little bit of sadness that I put there over the years. I had to kiss her.

  My lips met hers, her hands pulled at my hair and I ground against her until a whimper of veiled need escaped her lips.

  “Please, Deke.”

  I looked down the corridor, made sure no one was around then I braced her on my thighs to unbutton the rest of that stupid vest.

  “Who dressed you?”

  “Dessa. Said the toddlers would come out of men’s pants if wore this.”

  Her giggle was the only sound in the hallway and I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Yeah, well, I don’t want other men’s toddlers playing with you.”

  “You said toddler.”

  “Don’t get drunk again, Penelope. I might not be there next time.”

  I spread her vest apart, revealing the plaid bra that matched her skirt that was a piece of scrap that didn’t cover a damn thing.

  “Like it matters, Deke. You’re only here for one thing anyway. So just fuck me and leave. That’s your M.O., isn’t it? Ha.”

  She was drunk. She didn’t really know what she was saying.

  “Just shut up, Penelope and let me take care of you.”

  My hands curved around the thin strip of material of her thong and pulled, snapping it in half and I pocketed the scrap of silk. I quickly released my belt, unhooked and unzipped my pants when Penelope’s mouth grabbed onto an earlobe. Sucking and tugging on the skin making me growl with anticipation at feeling the snug, tight sheath of her pussy.

  “Fuck. This is going to be really quick. I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll take care of you after. Okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “Birth Control?”

  “Yes.”

  “You ready for it?”

  “God, yes!”

  That was all I needed and I spread the soft, slippery lips of her vagina and slammed home. My mouth crashed on hers, catching her scream with my lips. God, she was soaking wet and she was already close to release. Maybe this wouldn’t be as embarrassing as I thought.

  I jack-hammered into her and took her wrists in my hands, bringing them above her head.

  “God, I love your pussy. So wet and tight. This pussy is all mine, isn’t it? I can feel it fluttering around my cock. Shit, I can’t wait any longer, babygirl.”

  “Come inside me, Deke. Fill me up. Your dick feels so good in my pussy. Fuck me harder, Deke. Fuck my pussy hard and deep.”

  “That’s it, baby. Talk dirty to me. You gonna come for me? I’m going to fill your tight, hungry pussy full of cum. You want it, Pen?”

  “Yes.”

  “You need it?”

  “Yes, Deke.”

  “That’s it, Penelope, let me feel all that sweet honeyed cream pour out of you.”

  “Yes. Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck. Fuck me, Deke. Harder.”

  I let her wrists go, her hands went into her hair, which made her back arch, thrusting her tits out. With my hands on her hips, I pounded my dick into her until she came, crying out my name.

  That was all I needed and drove one last time into her, shooting my release into her with a hard groan vibrating through my throat. Her name was on my lips and I jerked into her, making sure she felt every last inch of me.

  “So good, Deke. Take me to bed now, Deke. God, I missed you. Why do I miss you so much?”

  “Because I miss you just as much. Come on, naughty girl. I’m going to fuck you until you’re too exhausted for more.”

  “Please.” Her eyes sparkled with lust as she looked over my body. “I love your body.”

  “I love yours, babygirl.”

  I pulled out of her, zipped my pants enough so I could finish carrying her to her suite. A groan came from her as her legs squeezed around my hips. I swiped her card and inside the room there were two separate doors leading to two different rooms.

  “Which side is yours, baby?”

  She pointed and I shut the door behind us, locking it and bringing her over to the bed. I laid her down and her skirt flipped open revealing smooth, bare, silky flesh coated with our release. How could I resist all that sweet temptation?

  She wore white silk stockings that made her look all sweet, young and innocent. No wonder she had douchebags pawing at her. Her friend needed a lesson in wardrobe fashion. This wasn’t Penelope. She didn’t wear skimpy clothing. But I enjoyed the view anyway. Looking up into her face, her eyes were hazy with lust and her inner thighs clenched together as if she thought she could contain her need for release.

  I ran my hands over her stockings, before sliding off the too high, high heels. Her toes spread and stretched as she reached for feeling.

  “Better, Penelope?”

  “Mmmm…yes. You know who probably made heels? Men. Men love to torture women.”

  “Sometimes. Seeing you walk in these did wonders for my dick.”

  “You really are an asshole.”

  I came over her quickly, pressing my body into hers, fitting my erection into the wet vee of her legs. Her bare slit juicy wet and creaming. I leaned in close, taking her earlobe into my mouth and tugged before I whispered, “But I’m your asshole and I will be for forever.”

  She moaned against my cheek and I began rubbing my rod up and down her heated, wet vagina.

  “Why do I want you so much? I shouldn’t want you. I should hate you.”

  “But you love me. You’ll always love me.”

  “Oh, Deke. Why don’t you love me? Why can’t I make you happy?”

  I closed my eyes tightly as tears burned behind them.

  Something wet hit my nose, I jerked my head backwards, and my eyes flew open. Tears were slipping past her eyes and each one cut deep into my chest, making my heart throb and ache.

  I whispered, “I do love you. You make me the happiest man on earth. I love you, Penelope Marie Handleman. You are the only one in this universe that was made for me. I’ll love you always. But you need to be happy. Live your life. Don’t wait for me. I’ll never be what you need. Spread your wings, Penelope. Don’t ever stop dreaming and reaching for the stars, babygirl. Until then, let me have another piece of you.”

  I kissed her jaw, her neck, leaving a small trail of hickeys down the long column and downward to the top swells of her breasts. I leaned back, opening the front closure to the bra and lifted her enough so she could shake the clothes off. I threw them to the floor and found the side zipper to the skirt. With the zipper undone, I slid it from her body. I took care of my own clothes swiftly and I was about to kiss my way up to her wet, slick heat when she grabbed my hair, pulled me hard, and I couldn’t do nothing but go over her again, her lips claiming mine with a hard rush of need.

  “You’re like a drug, Deke. A beautiful, sexy drug. I can’t get enough of you.” Her lips nipped and sucked on mine and with a strength she shouldn’t possess while drunk, she flipped us until she was laying on top of me.

  “Deke?”

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “Can I taste you?”

  Chapter 23

  Deke

  “Jesus.”

  That was the only response I could muster as she kissed her way down my body as she did as she pleased. Her mouth latched over one nipple, sucking it between her teeth. She tugging on the hard bud making me hiss in pain but it was a good feeling.

  “You are so delicious, Deke.”

  Oh, hell. When she finally reached the top of my straining dick, it flexed, gently tapping her on the cheek. God Almighty, she’s the hottest fuc
king thing I’d ever seen.

  I’m pretty sure this was going to be her first blow job. And she’s wasted? God, help me. Her hands roamed over my body, her nails softly clawing at my skin. Then she moved up—killing me slowly she was, damn her. Her tongue licked over my navel and licked a path down to my groin. My hands clutched the bed sheets, desperate to find purchase on her hair, but I knew I had to let her take her time. Let her get used to it.

  Didn’t mean I wasn’t going to enjoy the view. She did something with her hair that kept it back and she grabbed a hold of my cock. Gave it a few strokes before her tongue came out and licked one long line up the undershaft.

  “Fuck.”

  My eyes practically roll back in my head. Pathetic. That was nothing compared to when she finally put her mouth over the head, swirling her tongue over the hard flesh. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked upward. Then she wiggled her tongue back and forth over the slit where I knew she just tasted a piece of what she was going to get if she kept on torturing me.

  Her mouth sucked on the tip bringing a dark infusion of extreme pleasure and control-shattering hunger as she tongued her way down the length. Stroking it with her hand as she bobbed up and down. Cum boiled and tightened in my balls as blood throbbed through my cock as another bead of moisture gathered at the small opening on the crest.

  Looking at her, breathless, and moaning was mesmerizing as she held the length of my cock in her hand, pumping it into her mouth. She came off and yeah, there was a little bit of my cum dripping from the top. Her eyes fluttered closed as she lapped at the creamy droplet from the tip as it combined with the curse of pleasure that escaped my lips.

  “Fuck, baby. I can’t—

  Fuck it. My hands threaded through her hair and I gave a slight pull. Her lips opened and she drew the crown between them, then sucked it deep into her mouth. I held her still for a moment because holy fucking hell. How the hell did she know how to do it so fucking good?

  “You are so fucking sexy like that, Penelope. My dick sliding in and out of your hot mouth looks so good on you.”

  I knew exactly what I was going to do when I got home and into my studio. I don’t care if it’s an erotic photo but I was going to sketch her just like this. My dick fucking her sweet mouth.

  Damn, her mouth groaned on the length as a shiver rolled down her spine. Her legs squeezed together.

  “Oh, no you don’t baby. Let it come over you, Pen. I swear to God if you come just from sucking my dick, I’m going to marry you one day.”

  She moaned again...the sound vibrating on the length, making me bunch and tighten but she wasn’t paying much attention to me anyway. She sucked me in deeper, rolling her tongue along the sensitive undercrest and hell if I didn’t reward her with a savage pump and thrust of my dick.

  “Damn, Penelope. Ah, God. That’s so damn good. So fucking good.”

  She became a little bit more enthusiastic, enjoying herself on the taste of me. But I couldn’t keep still much longer. My hands tightened on her hair, and I thrust upward, my hips moving as she sucked; fucking her mouth in smooth, controlled strokes.

  My abs were contracting and my dick was throbbing for release. She caressed, licked, sucked and moaned around the quick thrusts I was giving her. Both of her hands were now wrapped around me and her mouth worked me over until I was ready to spill into her soft, warm mouth.

  “That’s it, baby.”

  Her eyes opened and locked with mine. The heavy haze of lust and need burned in those deep hazel irises and then she groaned deep. Her hands squeezed my hard flesh and I looked over her body and her legs squeezed tight around my hips. Looking into her eyes as they rolled with pleasure was my undoing.

  “I’m going to come. Damn, baby. If you don’t want it shooting down your throat then pull back.”

  She moaned and sucked me in deeper. Pumping me against her mouth as she let her own pleasure roll over her, making her nipples taut and straining.

  “Sweetheart. I’m going to come. Last chance, Penelope.”

  And dammit, she wasn’t pulling back. Her tongue worked my cock, suckled the tip and then drew me deep into her mouth until I felt the confines of her throat closing in around the cockhead.

  “Fuck.”

  The flex of my cock was her last warning. Then sweet, fucking heaven, I groaned low and hard as the first spurt of semen shot from my balls, straight down her throat.

  Jesus. She was shaking and trembling but she kept my cock deep in her mouth. Taking everything I had. Her name spilled from my lips as I thrust deeper. Meeting the back of her throat and she took me just like that. With no complaints. No jerk back.

  “Ah, fuck. Penelope. Fucking hell. Your mouth, babygirl. Sweet, hot and fucking perfect. Take every last drop.”

  I came down her throat with a force I hadn’t known my entire life. Watching her, seeing all that sweet innocence, realizing how she struggled with the act of taking me deep, settled one I knew from the beginning. This woman was my soulmate. She was made specifically for me. And once again, I’d have to break her heart again when we were finished this night. Even though I knew we were meant to be together, she still had a life to live. And it wasn’t in Lilton, Texas. I wanted her to go for the moon and stars. Whatever makes her happy. And that wasn’t with the likes of me.

  She hadn’t tried to hide the fact that she’s never had a man’s dick in her mouth, and went down on me with a sensuality and a hunger that tripped me up. And hell if she didn’t come right along with me. She came from the sheer excitement and sensuality of the act. That was hot as fuck.

  And I wasn’t even done yet. I’ll be damned if a blow job, as perfect, sexy and hot as it was, was going to shy me away of tasting her on my lips and then taking her again.

  My hands went underneath her arms and I lifted her, laying her flat on her back. I didn’t bother with much foreplay and went straight for dessert. I lapped up the small release she just experienced and shoved my face deep between her thighs. Her cries of pleasure filled the room and if her roommate was here, I didn’t give a shit. My name on her lips was the perfect sound. Filled with need and desperation. I sucked at her clit until her back arched high on the bed and I was taking her release in my mouth.

  She was gasping for breath, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, but I wasn’t done yet.

  I knelt back on the bed and took her hips in my hands and flipped her over onto her stomach. She wasn’t as pale as she used to be. The vanilla silk of her skin had a hint of sun colored to it. Her hair had fallen loose when I tugged at it earlier and she was panting, taking big gulps as I caressed my hand up her spine until I wrapped her hair around my fist.

  “You feel okay, Pen?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was low, husky and sinfully satisfied.

  I lifted her ass high into the air, caressing over the soft flesh, slowly rolling a knuckle over the sensitive lips of her pussy making her flinch. I rubbed over the slick folds, then brought my finger to her lips.

  “Open up. That’s a good girl.”

  And she did. She sucked my finger into her mouth, tasting her own sweet taste burst along her taste buds.

  “See how sweet you taste?” I leaned into her back so I could whisper, “Your pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever eaten. Love licking all those juicy flavors from the softest flesh I’ve ever known. I could eat you up for every fucking meal, Penelope. One day you’re going to let me. You’re going to let me have you however I want. However you want. I’m going to learn you. You’re going to learn me. One day you’ll be all mine. I’ll wait for that day, Penelope. Because loving you was what I was born to do.”

  Then I took my dick into my palm and guided it to her wet opening. She was so incredibly wet, I slid right in. Her back bowed, pushing her body into the mattress and her ass pushed against my groin as I pushed all the way in. A low, sexy moan was muffled by the mattress and her hands clutched the sheets. Penelope tried pushing harder against me, trying to make me push harder int
o her, but that’s not how I wanted to take her. Not this time.

  I smacked one cheek, making her eyes widen as a small gasp flew from her lips. Then when she pushed against me again, I smacked the other side.

  A small whimper crooned between her lips and she wiggled her behind making my dick jerk inside her. A hiss flew from between my lips and I spanked her behind, giving her several little taps on her soft flesh, making the skin pink from the erotic spanking.

  Her groans of pleasure told me just how much she liked the naughty act. Then I held her hips still. Halting her movements. That wasn’t the point of my spanking her. She was trying too hard for release when I wasn’t ready.

  “Stay still for me, little wildcat.”

  “I hate you.” Her voice was hoarse when she pushed backwards, sending me deep inside her. I gripped her hips and slammed her backward until our bodies connected, the harsh sound of our bodies smacking together with each hard drive into her body.

  “Like hell you do.” Then I slowly withdrew, her body clenching, her inner muscles tightening around my shaft. I looked down to see her slick juices make a shiny coat on my dick. Then I pushed back in with the same slow drive. Seeing my dick slink into her body was the next perfect thing to witness.

  The erotic sounds of our love making was driving me wild, and Penelope panted, huffed and whimpered with need.

  “Deke. Please. You’re killing me. Oh, my gosh. Feels so good. Please, Deke. Faster.”

  “Want me to spank you again? Don’t you like me taking you slow? I do. I get to look at my dick pushing between your soft, wet, pink lips. Your slick juices shining on my cock, showing me just how much you like taking me slow and deep.”

  “I don’t want slow, dammit!”

  I spanked her harder this time, her cry of surprise held me still for a moment before she wiggled her ass again.

  “Like that, baby?”

  She bit her lip and shrugged her shoulders.

  “Want me to do it again?”

  Her head nodded, uncertain but willing. So I smacked her other cheek with the same heavy hand and her muscles tightened around me. I gave her a few more, and hell. She came, crying out my name.