Bad Kind of Love

by Remi Rose

  “Then we do this my fucking way.” He growls low and I slowly register the jingle of this pants button and a zipper being pulled down. “And my way is hard.”

  His words alone sent a spine-tingling chill down my body, but I was much too eager for whatever was about to happen. The grip he had on my hair soon dropped and I felt his finger slide down my cheek and land on my mouth.

  “Open.” He commands with his thumb resting on my lower lip. My tongue immediately darted out and I suction my mouth over his finger, tasting and dragging my teeth over his long digit.

  With the lights still off, I couldn’t see his expression as I fucked his finger with my mouth. But, by his shallow breathing and string of curse words that flew out of his mouth, I knew I was doing something right.

  Ripping his thumb out of my mouth, he grips my chin roughly, digging the tips of his fingers into the sides of my mouth. “Already not listening.” He tsks, rubbing his thumb gently across my chin. “You know what happens to girls who don’t listen?”

  A small whimper flew out of my mouth before I could respond, and I felt his fingers tighten.

  “They get punished.” He hisses. “And you, Becca, are fucking long overdue.”

  “Mr. Fitz...” I whine but the feeling of his thumb pulling the bottom of my mouth down stops me.

  I felt weak and vulnerable as I knelt on the floor in complete darkness with Mr. Fitz looming over me. Everything in my head told me to run, but deep down, I knew I wouldn’t be able to escape. There was no escaping the devil’s clutches now.

  “Jack.” He mumbles. “From now on you call me Jack.”

  “Jack.” I say while the words feel strange as they roll off my tongue. “If we do this… no more hating me and pretending like you don’t want this.” I utter, peering up into the pitch black room, hoping to catch his eyes. “Because I know you want me, even if you try to deny it.”

  “We are doing this.” He growled possessively. “There is no if…. Now quit talking, I wanna feel those fat lips around my cock.”

  Before I could come up with a response, I felt the tip of his dick push past my lips and hit the back of my throat. I immediately gagged, not used to taking so much at once or the enormous girth that Jack was packing. My eyes instantly wet with tears as he powered his hips into my mouth, brutally and viciously, he claimed me as his.

  With both of his hands on the back of my head, he moved me in sync with his thrusts, groaning every time he slid past my lips. His moans were like music to my ears, and the ache between my legs was intensifying. I was slick with need, desperate for his touch or anything to relieve the sudden throb. I found myself moving my hand toward my hot center, slipping underneath the shorts and rubbing myself in slow circles.

  “Fuck.” He groans low, slowing his pace. “Your mouth is perfect.”

  Inwardly I smile and take my time swirling and teasing my tongue around the width of his cock. Savoring every dip and ridge till I memorized it.

  I wasn’t a prude, but I definitely didn’t have experience like I knew he did. But in this moment, I felt like a fucking porn star as I licked, sucked and swirled my tongue around his cock till I was almost out of breath.

  Just when I thought he was about to cum, he rips himself out of my mouth and the lights flick on. Squinting, it takes a minute for my eyes to adjust. But when they do, I find Jack standing across from me with a rock hard erection on display and a sinister grin across his lips.

  “On the bed.” He demands while stripping off his shirt and tossing it beside him. Stark naked, he stood there tall and proud, cocky even, as he took in my wild state.

  I slowly rose to my feet, eyes locked onto his bare chest then drifting down to his large cock that stood up at attention. Lowering myself onto his bed, his impatient glare sliced through me, till he lifted his chin.

  “Remove your clothes.” He barked.

  Swallowing, I almost wished the lights were still off. My body wasn’t exactly the best. I had smallish boobs and I felt more like a teenager than a woman like the ones I’m certain he was used to.

  But he wasn’t staring at me like you would a child. He was staring at me like I was all woman.

  A woman he badly wanted to corrupt.

  My fingers coasted down my taut stomach until they landed on the tops of my shorts. Sliding my thumb underneath the material, I slowly dragged them down my legs, shimmying out of them as sexy as possible. My hips swayed and Jack’s eyes darkened with the erotic movement.

  “Your shirt.” He groaned. “Take off your shirt, but leave your panties on.”

  Following instructions, I lifted the sweatshirt over my head, and quickly removed the top underneath, revealing my naked chest to him. My heart beat wildly as I laid there bare under his observing eyes. It was exciting as it was terrifying.

  “You ever been with a man before?” His question caught me off guard and I knew I needed to answer carefully.

  “He was sixteen and so was I.” I gulp, remembering the uneventful night. “He didn’t make me cum.” My cheeks flare from my confession.

  He seemed satisfied with my answer as he stalked towards me. “Of course a teenage boy can’t.” He chuckles, while lowering himself onto the bed causing me to scoot up closer to the head board. “But a man… a man can do more than just make you cum.”

  Resting my head onto his pillow, he slowly crawls up the bed and over my scorching body till he’s directly over me.

  “What else can a man do?” I whisper, staring up into the blackest eyes known to man. My breathing became labored as I watched in utter fascination as he climbed up my body.

  His arms soon caged me in, and his muscular legs trapped me in his hold. “Close your eyes and let me show you.” He dips down just low enough where his lips brush softly over mine.

  My eyes flutter closed, and I feel his lips ghost over my neck. His touch feels like liquid fire across my skin, burning me in just the right places as his tongue skates across my shoulder blade and down the valley of my chest.

  “Jack.” I moan, desperate to open my eyes. His slow lingering kisses across my body are pure torture. He wanted me breathless, gasping for more as I laid there completely at his mercy.

  He leisurely wrapped his mouth around my breast, rolling his tongue over my nipple till it became stiff. My back instantly arched off the bed, pushing myself into his hot mouth while his teeth dangerously tugged on the swollen bud. The pain subsided almost as quick as it came, and instead, was replaced with immense pleasure.

  “You’re mine now.” He growled as he switched over to my other breast, putting me through the same torture.

  My thoughts were too jumbled as I tried processing his words.

  Did I want to be his?

  When my mouth opened to respond, I felt his hips dig into my waist, grinding his bare cock over my panty clad center. My eyes immediately rolled back into my head as he rubbed all along my slit, until he ground himself harder into me.

  “I don’t want you hanging around my son anymore.” He commanded with fire in his tone, knowing that I was in no right mind to be agreeing to demands.

  Wes.

  The sinking feeling in my chest was enough for me to open my eyes and remember how wrong this was.

  “He’s my best friend.” I scoff.

  “I’m not going to compete with my son.” He stares down at me like he’s trying to reach my soul. “Once I fuck you, you’re mine. Body, heart and mind.”

  Was I ready for this?

  Could I really betray Wes like that? I had too many questions floating around in my head, but I knew one thing.

  I couldn’t get Jack out of my head. He buried himself too deep inside my heart and there was no point of return.

  I was figuratively and literally fucked.

  Swallowing my pride, I peer up into his dominating eyes and surrender. “If I’m yours, then you’re mine.”

  “I’ve always been yours.” His tone softens and the sense of familiarity comes back once again.
It’s still something I can’t figure out, but soon, the feelings are forgotten about when I feel my panties being torn off my body.

  The thin material tears like paper and I’m left completely naked and panting underneath him.

  “Spread your legs baby, I wanna see if you taste as good as you look.” He grips my thighs roughly as he’s eye level with my pussy. Licking his lips like he’s seconds away from mauling me, I try and wait patiently. But right now, being patient was the last thing on my mind.

  Slowly, I peel my legs apart and he immediately inches forward before lowering his face. His hot breath dances over my throbbing clit, purposefully making me squirm in anticipation.

  “Tell me you want my tongue.” He purrs, dropping his lips on the crease that meets my thigh. He trails kisses along my burning skin until they stop on the outside of my steaming center. “I know you got words, O’Connor… use ‘em.” He teases. “Beg me to lick you until you’re screaming my name.”

  Fuck.

  His filthy mouth was almost enough to send me over the edge.

  “I want your tongue.” I cry out, and before I know it, he’s gliding his tongue down my clit.

  The moan that escapes from me is earth shattering. My body erupts in a million little tingles that float across my skin and I’m left in a state of euphoria. As my back continues to arch, Jack holds me down with a single press of his hand on my stomach.

  I’ve never had anyone go down on me before. The last boy who fumbled between my legs didn’t even last long enough to make me cum. And now, here I was.

  In the middle of my teacher’s bed as he licked and hungrily ate me up like I was his late night dessert.

  “I could stay down here for days.” He groans, dragging his tongue around my opening before sucking on my pulsating clit. “Maybe one day I will.” He teases a finger at my hole, pushing the tip inside, before pulling completely out. “Lock you in my room, tie you to my bed and do whatever the fuck I want to you.”

  His dark fantasy sent a shock throughout me. I knew he’d be capable of doing it and as messed up as it sounded, I wouldn’t fight him.

  “I need you.” I cried out as he pushed his finger further inside me. It wasn’t enough. I needed to feel full, and his cock was the only solution.

  “You have me.” He swirls wetness around my clit, before tightening his lips around my flesh.

  “Fuck me.” I moan in frustration. “Fuck me like I know you hate me.”

  He pulls back, chin dripping in my juices and raw desire forms in his eyes. Rising up, he crawls back on top of me, hovering inches over my damp body.

  “I might break you.” He twirls a stray piece of my blonde hair between his fingers and I find myself lost in his handsome face. His dark hair hangs down low, brushing over my sensitive breasts as he stares intensely into my eyes.

  “You can’t break something that's already broken.” I whisper.

  His jaw twitches by my response because deep down I knew, he was broken too.

  We were both the same, yet lived two different lives.

  He was the teacher and I was his student.

  Abelard and Heloise.

  Bound to end badly, but too stupid to care.

  “You on the pill?” He questioned as I felt his cock skate over my bare flesh.

  “No.” I shake my head, and he quickly reaches beside him to open up a drawer. Pulling out a condom, he tears it open and swiftly rolls it on over his cock.

  Once he’s in position, he grips the bottom of my thigh, pulling it up so it's pressed against his side. “This will hurt.”

  It’s all he says before he powers forward, thrusting his full length inside me, filling me to the absolute hilt.

  “Jack!” I screech, as he rips through me. He pauses, holding himself inside as he notices the pain that flashes in my eyes.

  “Relax.” He soothes, but I can tell he’s anxious to move. “The pain will go away.” He pulls out, dragging himself achingly slow out of my tender hole.

  I feel as though I’ve been ripped in two, but that doesn’t stop him from pushing back inside me. This time, it wasn’t as bad, more pleasure than pain.

  “Take me, baby.” He groans picking up pace as I’m thrown into a pit of ecstasy.

  Driving forward, he fucks me hard. Wild and unrestrained, he loses himself to the feeling of me. I flood his cock with every determined thrust, sinking further and further into his damning spell.

  “Every day.” He grunts. “Every day, you’ll take my cock. Here, at school, or at your house, you’ll be at my disposal.”

  His head drops back, pure bliss across his features as he growls into the room. His taut stomach rises and falls as he pounds me with violent force, bruising my g-spot.

  He quickly changes our position, lifting me up till I’m hovering in his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist.

  “Ride me.” He puts us chest to chest as I entwine my arms around his neck. “Put me inside you.”

  With my eyes focused on his, I sink down slowly. Inch by inch, I take him inside me, gasping at the feeling of this new position we were in.

  His grip on me tightened, and I knew he was finally at my mercy.

  “Move.” He begs, digging into my waist while his eyes glaze over.

  “I let you fuck me your way, now let me fuck you mine.” Rising up, I watched as his eyes roll back as I squeeze him tight. I wanted to take it slow, savor the sensations and watch as Jack falls apart from my touch.

  Up and down, with a measured pace, I fuck him slow. Taking my time to work him over. My breasts slide across his chest, our sweat begins mixing and our hearts are pounding to the same beat.

  “Kiss me.” I moan, and his lips crash down on mine. Our tongues tangle and my movements become sloppy as I ride him steadily.

  The slapping of our skin rings in my ears, as well as our breathless moans. Our mouths fused together as one, riding the waves of the impending orgasm that’s about to rip through us both.

  “That’s it.” He takes over, lifting me up and down till I’m crying out his name. “So tight.” He grunts, fucking me much slower than I needed. “And so fucking mine.”

  His deliberate thrusts send my head flying back, staring up into the ceiling, I swear I see stars.

  “Harder.” I cry out, as my clit burns for attention. Just a flick of his finger and I knew I’d be coming, but instead, his hands circle around my ass cheeks and I hadn’t realized just how rough he could be.

  Powering forward, he plunges inside me with enough force to knock the breath out of me. His eyes turn demonic, determined to fuck me just how I need.

  “This what you needed?” He growls against my lips, fighting his own ecstasy. “Rough?”

  His unruly speed caused my clit to slide against his pubic bone, and any words that I wanted to say, were now lost.

  “I got you, baby.” He brought our foreheads together, knowing I was close to coming. Our heavy breathing matched one another’s and our eyes connected in an earth shattering stare. “Come, Becca.”

  His voice alone sent my orgasm crashing through me. Screaming his name, I held onto his slick skin for dear life as he continued to pound into me.

  Ruthless and unforgiving, he charged through me as my pussy squeezed him with a vice grip. With his head tilted back and teeth bared, he finally succumbed to the pleasure.

  “Fuck!” He growled, holding himself deep inside me. As he filled the condom, I watched in marvel as his stomach muscles tightened and his face contorted in rapture.

  This was everything.

  He was everything.

  And if anything, I was ready for round two.

  But instead, we sat there for a moment, him still buried inside me. We stared into each other's eyes as we came down from our high. Something incredible passed between us which caused a smile to form across my face.

  Rather than asking, he reached for a lock of my hair that was dangling in front of my face and gently pushed it behind my ear.

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sp; I craved this sweet side of him, and right now, I was soaking it all in. At this moment he wasn’t my teacher or the father of my best friend. He was the man who drove me nuts, treated me like garbage and still managed to steal my heart.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Becca

  “Please tell me you still don’t hate me.” I tease, tangled between his arms and the soft bedding. After our steamy session, we somehow ended up cuddled in his bed. It felt strange resting my head on his chest, almost wrong in a sense but after what we just did, this was in now way comparison to sex.

  “I’ve never hated you, Becca.” He admits like I should already know this. “I knew from the moment I saw you that you were going to be a problem, but I could never hate you.”

  His reassuring words were nice to hear, especially after tonight but there was still that voice in the back of my head that was telling me something was off. And instead of confronting him, I push it aside and enjoy my time with him.

  “Well, you weren’t exactly the nicest.” I drag the tip of my finger down his chest, tracing the small scar that lingers across his peck.

  “That was the only way.” He focuses his attention on the movements of my finger. “I had to be sure you’d keep your distance… but I didn’t know you’d be so fucking stubborn and persistent.” He chuckles causing me to grin.

  “I knew you secretly wanted me.”

  “I’ve wanted you all year.” He reveals, causing my head to rise in confusion. “I’m not a good person, and the last thing on this earth that I deserve is you.”

  It hurt knowing he thought he wasn’t good enough for me. I wasn’t anything special. If anything, I wasn’t good enough for him.

  “But I’m a selfish man.” He locks his gaze onto mine, laying out all his emotions onto the table for me to see. “Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go.”

  And I knew he wasn’t lying. By his fierce stare and possessive tone, I belonged to the devil now.

  “Tell me about you.” I search his eyes, desperate to know the man who stole my heart. Instead of answering, he quickly diverted his eyes, concentrating on the wall in front of him.

  “I’m sure Wes has filled you in on everything.”