Cocky Jerk

by Rose Harper

  I wanted him to make me scream louder than I have before, to come longer and harder than ever before. I was sure he was up for the challenge; this was Brad we were talking about. Pushing his chest into mine, he forced me up against our willow tree. I moaned when the hardness of the tree met my back. Loving the feel of it against my naked skin. Lifting me by the ass, my legs automatically went around his waist, settling my core over his clothed erection. He began grinding against me, sucking and biting at my neck the entire time. I was a wet, oxygen-deprived mess by the time he was done tormenting my neck.

  His hand left my ass for a mere second—long enough for him to pull my top down, releasing my aching breasts. Holding me up with his leg against the tree, he cupped both, pushing them together. He licked and sucked, snuggling his face in the middle of my tits. I cried out when his tongue began lapping at my erect nipples, forcing them to become harder for him. My nails raked up his back as he spent what seemed like forever loving my breasts.

  I whimpered in protest when he pulled away, his hand going to the back of my dress to unbuckle the clasps that held it on. It immediately left the front of my body bare. The moment the metal bars of his nipple rings touched mine, I cried out. The feeling wasn’t one I’ve ever felt before, but one I found I enjoyed very much. He shushed me with a mind-blowing kiss, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Every plunge sent a flood of wetness between my legs.

  “I could kiss you forever…so fucking sweet,” he said between each earth-shattering pass of his lips.

  “Just fuck me…please,” I groaned into his mouth.

  He pulled away, settling me on my feet. My dress fell the rest of the way to the ground as he did. “Not yet, love. I want to see what that dirty little mouth of yours can do first.”

  He began unbuttoning his pants, his breathing growing huskier when he saw the desire to suck his cock in my eyes. Having already kneeled in front of him, I slapped his hands away, making quick work of freeing his length. He chuckled, placing his arms behind his head, the action making his washboard stomach that much more defined.

  Freeing him, I closed my mouth around him, swallowing all of him. He was bigger than the last time I’d went down on him, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. Pressing my tongue flat against the underside of him, I slid his dick all the way to the back of my throat. A shaky moan from above told me I was doing something right. Closing my eyes, I got lost in the smell, taste, and feel of him in my mouth.

  Reaching my hand up to softly cradle his balls, he gasped. “Oh fuck, Claire Bear. I’ll never last with you doing that. Fuck!” he groaned.

  I tried smiling around his girth, saliva slipping from my mouth as I did. I began stroking him as I went up and down, my pace picking up the longer I did it. His knees began trembling, the look on his face screamed pure fucking ecstasy. Sitting back on my haunches, I slipped him out of my mouth, all except for the tip. Giving a hard suck, while swirling my tongue around his mushroom head, I tasted the salty drop of pre-come oozing out. His hand ran through my hair, gripping tightly.

  “Enough!” he growled.

  When I sped up instead of stopping, his curses sounded throughout the night air as he began to furiously pump into my mouth. I felt him swell, and with a roar of my name, he threw his head back as his seed spurted down my throat. Gulping as fast as I could, there was still too much, and some escaped my mouth, sliding down my chin. I stood up with a triumphant smile on my face. Taking my finger, I swiped at the excess and sucked it off the tip.

  He pinned me with a mischievous smirk. His eyes already darkened and hooded, they darkened even further. He pulled my naked body to his, the rise and fall of his chest brushing against my stiff nipples. I was still amazed to find him as hard as ever when his length pressed against my core.

  “You feel this?” he asked in a seductive tone, grinding his erection against my mound.

  “Yes,” I answered in a shaky breath, licking my lips before continuing. “I feel it.”

  “This little bastard hasn’t gone down since you came back. Do you know why?”

  I shook my head, completely ignorant about where he was going with this. His grip tightened on my waist, pulling me closer to him as if he were trying to meld our two bodies together. “Because he’s just as fucked up over you as my heart is.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  A tear escaped from my eye. He leaned over, pressing a kiss to the fallen tear. He kept pressing gentle kisses over my face as he laid me down on the soft grass. I looked up, noticing the swaying vines on the willow tree, the wind and vines dancing to a song only they could hear. It was so soothing, I closed my eyes and soaked up the feeling of having him between my thighs.

  As he entered me, I gasped, throwing my head back. There was no way that I could ever describe the feeling of him entering me for the first time, but if I had to, I would call it epic. He groaned deeply, watching as his cock disappeared into my wet pussy. He closed his eyes and with one fast thrust, he was fully sheathed.

  His muscles were bouncing from the force of holding himself back, to let me adjust to his size, but I didn’t need time, I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me—now! I encouraged him to move with a tiny lift of my hips. It seemed that was all he could handle. He pulled out, thrusting back into me quickly. He set a slow pace that had us both moaning and panting within seconds.

  “You feel so fucking amazing,” I moaned.

  “God, you’re so fucking tight. I’m already about to spill my shit like some teenager,” he groaned, thrusting into me a bit harder.

  I felt the tremors of my first climax slither up my spine. I rocked against him as he punished me with greedy pumps, my whimpers and moans egging him on. That’s when I felt the shift. This was no longer fucking for me. This was making love. I watched Brad’s face screw up with pleasure as he pumped into me faster and faster as he studied the way my body surrendered to his onslaught of pleasure. I was fucking lost forever.

  “Claire, by God, tell me you’re close,” he growled out, thrusting fast into me.

  My legs wrapped around his ass, forcing him harder into me. I grabbed my breasts, playing with my nipples, and a growl escaped from Brad’s throat. His finger found my clit, making fast strokes, matching the punishing rhythm of his thrusting. My back arched of its own accord, as flashes of heat shot through my body. Burning me to my very soul, bonding me to him. Our bodies slid together perfectly from the thin sheet of sweat we’d worked up.

  “Just a little more. I’m almost there. Harder, Brad. Fuck me harder,” I whimpered.

  A primal sound rumbled in his chest. Grabbing my legs, he unwound them from around his ass. He flipped me over, smacking my ass as he plunged back inside. His force and change of angle caused a cry to escape my dry lips.

  “Give it up, Claire,” he growled with another slap to my ass, his thrusts becoming much more than I could take. But the pleasure mixing with the pain sent me on a euphoric high, one that I would gladly never come down from.

  “Brad … Oh, fuck … I’m so close,” I panted.

  “Come on, baby, milk this fat cock.” He gripped my hips harder, groaning as I began clenching and unclenching around him. “Yeah that’s right. Let that greedy pussy come all over me,”

  His dirty words set me off. My back arched as I cried out into the night, fireworks flashing behind my closed lids. My climax barreled through me, the waves causing my pussy to clench around his dick like a vise over and over.

  I gasped, not able to catch my breath. “Brad!”

  “Fuck … yes,” he growled, thrusting into me harder. “That’s what I like to hear.”

  I felt him swell inside me, stretching me to the point of pain. His cock made me feel so incredibly full. I loved the feel of him owning me, because that’s exactly what he was doing. We weren’t merely fucking or making love. No. He was fucking owning me, just the way my body needed to be owned.

  With one final slap to my ass, he buried himself to the hilt. He came, spurting warm sprays of
his release into me, yelling my name into the darkness as he did. “Claire!”

  It was then I knew no one could replace Brad Titan.

  We lie there underneath the stars, letting the world go on without us. There was never a moment so perfect that I’ve ever experienced in all my life. My first time with him was close. But it didn’t hold a candle to what I felt now. I listened to the fast beating of his heart, loving the feel of his heat next to me. It was a fantastic contrast to the cold earth we were lying on. I never knew that letting go and going after what I wanted would make me feel so free.

  However, there was still something nagging at me. Even if it happened a long time ago, I needed to hear his reasons for marrying Cherish. Say I’m stirring the shit pot all you want, but how can you go from hating someone to marrying them? No one can change that much, I assure you.

  I knew it would be stupid to pry, but I just had to know. Since I would not be seeing him until the day of the wedding, I needed to get it all out in the open. I also needed to find out what we were claiming was between us. Earlier today he said I was his, but that could mean anything.

  I needed to hear him define what we were. That was the only way that my mind would stop running away with me. When we were finally on the same page, I would be able to relax and enjoy him as I should be able to. Putting my hand on his chest, I lifted myself up to look at him.

  “We need to talk,” I stated.

  He looked at me with a surprised expression. “Now? Can’t it wait?”

  I shook my head, steeling him with an iron gaze. “Here goes … I want to know why you got married.”

  He went from pure happiness to raging anger in two point five seconds. He stood, pulling on his clothes. “Really? After what we just did you want to talk about my broken marriage.”

  “Yes, I do. I want to know why you did it,” I said, standing up beginning to dress.

  “It doesn’t matter, Claire. That’s the past. Why go around dredging it up?”

  “Because I want to know, that’s why,” I retorted dryly.

  He snorted, then shook his head furiously. “Fine, you want to know. I’ll tell you,” he said slipping his coat on. “I married Cherish because I fucking got her pregnant, that’s why. After she lost the baby, I tried to make it work. I spent two years of my fucking life trying to make it work with a woman I didn’t love. Now, I’ve just had the best night of my life in the past ten years, and you’re fucking it up by asking about her.”

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered, pity in my voice. “I didn’t know.”

  “No, you didn’t know. I made it a point not to tell you because it’s no one’s fucking business, except mine.”

  “But—” I stated until he cut me off.

  “But nothing. I spend my days trying to forget, and the one person I expect to respect my privacy on that, doesn’t,” he stated unemotionally. “Why’d you have to ruin something that could have been great?”

  We made our way to our vehicles without another word to each other. He showed me to my car, foregoing a kiss. Shut my door and walked back to his truck, his posture rigid. Sliding into his truck, he left before I even got my car started. I knew asking him about Cherish was a bad call, but dammit, I needed to know. I was not going to walk into this blind and expect to come out the other side unscathed. He should have known me better than that.

  There was an old saying, though. Curiosity killed the cat. I had no doubt in my mind asking him about his failed marriage just killed what little chance we had to be together. He wouldn’t even look at me while we were walking back, and hat hurt more than his silence. It was as if he was done with me from that point on. Like he’s gotten his night of fun, and it was time to move on to the next target. I wanted to feel rage, but all I felt instead was longing. A longing for him to wrap me in his arms and tell me everything was going to be okay. A longing to take back the words I said.

  Except everything wasn’t going to be okay, and I can’t take it back.

  I’ll never be able to.

  Thank you for reading Cocky Jerk! Don’t miss the novel in the Cock of the Walk duet, Cocky Baby Daddy, approximate release date: late Early June 2018!

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