BOUND: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Leah Wilde

  Fiona huffed out a breathless laugh in response, turning her head around to wordlessly tell him with her eyes that she was absolutely, without a doubt, consenting to more sex with him. She could feel herself approaching that edge inside of her, about to fall off the top of that cliff of sensation that she so rarely scaled, but she was willing to wait to feel the delightful crashing of an orgasm until Vince was inside of her. She wanted him to feel her cunt clench around him. She wanted him to feel the vibrations that he spent so much time building.

  Vince pulled his fingers out of her, but he kept his other hand on the top of her cunt, stroking her clit this way and that, while he straddled her body and positioned his cock at her center. “Ready for it?” he asked teasingly, as he rubbed the head of his dick at her entrance.

  Fiona whined impatiently, reaching behind herself to lightly smack him on the side of his body. Vince laughed, his eyes lighting up with desire as he pushed the tip of his penis inside of her, stopping before he could fit the whole head inside. “Jesus Christ, you’re still so fucking tight. How?”

  Fiona shrugged and smiled, keeping her head turned at an angle so she could watch Vince’s face as he sunk deeper into her body. “So fucking good,” he grunted out as he fitted half of his cock inside of her, tracing the outside of her leaking hole to spread her wetness around the circumference of his dick. Fiona trembled, accidentally shoving her hips backward and taking more of his cock into her body in the process. “Mm, so ready for me. Such a nice, hot hole. Ugh, it’s so good,” Vince whispered above her, his eyes falling shut and his mouth dropping open as he thrusted forward slightly, pressing deeper into her body.

  She’d never felt this close to anyone before, never felt like anyone was brushing right up against her pulse, his cock throbbing inside of her to the beat of her own vibrations. “Mm, mhnn, oh,” she whimpered as she rotated her hips in slow circles, getting gradually used to the thickness inside of her.

  “Yeah, baby, let me hear you,” Vince whispered, finally draping himself over her body as he shoved the last little bit of his cock inside of her, breathing hard against her neck as he tried to keep himself from moving. He was teasing her, Fiona knew, as though they’d been fucking for years rather than just a couple of days. This was his second time inside of her body, but already, it felt like he knew all of her secrets, uncovered every last corner of the inner caves of her body and mind. Jesus, I’m being ridiculous, she thought to herself, feeling herself flush deeply at how mushy and randomly emotional she was feeling at this moment. She couldn’t let herself fall for Vince, not like this, not this quickly. And besides, at a time like this, with so much danger wrapped around them at every moment, could she really even allow herself to think about love? But despite everything, her inner voice, the calm warm center of her mind that never freaked out, never felt doubt, never lied to her whispered to her, Who are you kidding? You’ve already fallen for him.

  “You’re such a good girl,” Vince whispered into her ear, licking the side of her neck again and biting down on her collarbone until she breathed more shallowly. “Being so good and patient for me. I love this. I love…I love fucking you.”

  Fiona whined lowly and jerked her ass backwards, encouraging him to begin thrusting, and Vince laughed at her, but it wasn’t mean or mocking. Fiona turned her head again to look him right in the eyes, and what she saw there almost shook her to her core. It was so powerful, the feelings that Vince held for her, the complex combination of emotions contained within his eyes. But Fiona didn’t look away, as terrified as she was. She couldn’t bring herself to refocus her gaze on anything else. There was nothing else in her room that she could stand to look at but Vince’s eyes, Vince’s viciously honest gaze. If she was being truthful with herself, she knew that there was nothing else in the whole entire world she could stand to look at but Vince, at least in this moment.

  Vince leaned forward, stretching his body to its limit just to press their lips together gently, softly, as if they weren’t even fucking. He pulled back a little, his breath still hitting her face as he stared into her eyes and rubbed the side of her head, gently tracing over her scalp. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he leaned to kiss her again, just for the barest beautiful moment before pulling away. He began to fuck her in earnest then, sitting up on his knees to go in as deep as possible.

  “Oh! Mhm! Mmm!” Fiona screamed out as Vince fucked her hard from behind, gripping the back of her hips roughly in his hands and digging his nails in as he thrusted his hips against her ass. “Mm!” Fiona sealed her lips together as tightly as they could go, trying not to let any words leak out, but her moans still escaped, so loud that they tore up her vocal cords as she suppressed the sounds, but she didn’t care about any discomfort on her body, not when Vince was tearing into her pussy with such wonderfully brute force. “Oh!” Fiona cried out as Vince put a hand on her back, forcing her down flatter onto the mattress so he could attain a new angle of penetration.

  “Yeah, take it,” Vince grunted out, his hand traveling to her shoulder, bracing his weight on her body as he fucked into her faster, his other hand still remaining on her clitoral region, moving it around rhythmically. All the while the pounding in between Fiona’s legs just got harder and harder, her pulse beating more insistently on her inner walls, reverberating out into the rest of her body like the vibrations of an earthquake.

  “Red, yellow, green?” Vince checked in again, slowing down for a second to catch his breath before speeding up again.

  “Green,” Fiona said, giving a thumbs-up signal at the same time to affirm that everything was fine. She went back to keeping her mouth closed again, biting down on the inside of her lip and groaning out ragged, desperate noises as Vince found the perfect angle inside of her, batting away at the same precise location with his cock until she was sobbing out would-be screams into her pillow.

  Vince jerked her clit off harder, faster, taking some wetness from the area around her hole and bringing it up to her hot little pulsing nub, pulling at it roughly as he fucked into her harder and harder, making the mattress squeak pathetically with the force of his movements. “Jesus Christ, yes, yes, take it, take my fucking cock, you fucking perfect bitch, Jesus…fucking….yes!” Vince grunted out, riding her as hard as he could while his fingers went crazy over her clit, tugging it up and down and back and forth and in every direction until Fiona felt like she was about to explode.

  “Oh! Ohhhhh! Ohhh, fuck!” Fiona finally screamed, tossing her head back and letting out a bloodthirsty howl as Vince hit the right exact spot at the right exact moment, the big ball of sensations inside of her finally reaching that point where it blew up as much as possible and then shattered into a million pieces, flying out into every corner of her body, making her feel like every molecule of her skin was jumping for joy, shining with sacred light as she collapsed flatly on the mattress. “Mm, oh,” she murmured as she came down from the rush of power that surged through her the second before, the wonderful sensations echoing in her cunt as Vince continued to shove inside of her, albeit with less force than before.

  Fiona was silent and still for a few long moments, letting Vince fuck her like a ragdoll, before any semblance of energy returned to her limbs. She slowly lifted her head back up, then her shoulders, then her back until she was pressing her whole body against Vince’s again, his face returning to the top of her back so he could kiss and lick her sweaty skin as he pulled out of her cunt. “Flip back over,” he told her, and Fiona was so grateful for that suggestion that she almost forgot that Vince hadn’t come yet.

  She rolled over and fanned herself with her fingers, pulling her hair back away from her face and smirking up at Vince as he straddled her chest, pointing his big fat cock towards her face. “Want more?” he whispered to her, slowly jacking his cock as he stared down at her with a hard, horny glare.

  Fiona grinned and ran her hands up the sides of Vince’s thighs, scratching her way up his legs and towards his ass, relishing the way his
eyes slowly fell shut as the sensations washed over him. Good, Fiona thought as she wrapped a loose fist around his dick, pushing his own hand away from his cock so that she could have total control over this moment. I want you to fucking fall apart, too, fucker.

  Vince whimpered as she jacked him off gently, rubbing the underside of his head every few strokes just to keep him on his toes. She brought her other hand forward, rolling his balls around in her palm as she pushed her ever-tightening fist back and forth over his shaft. “Please,” Vince moaned above her a minute or so into this routine. “Please, I want…”

  “Mm?” Fiona asked, raising her eyebrows even though she already knew what he wanted.

  “Your mouth,” Vince said with a breathless sigh. “I want your fucking mouth. Please. Give it to me. I need it.”

  Fiona laughed, deep in her throat, and then leaned forward to give the head of Vince’s dick a soft kiss, just to tease him and take his worries away at the same time. All the same, she resumed slowly stroking Vince, wanting to delay his orgasm and make him wait for his big moment just as he’d done to her. She didn’t mean it as a punishment. Rather, she felt like it was a reward, being delayed gratification to the last possible instant. It made things hotter by testing their strength, pushing their bodies to the absolute limit. This way, they knew each other more deeply and more intimately than anyone else before in their lives, as they got to see each other at the edge of sanity. Who else could say that?

  At the same time, Fiona’s patience was wearing thin herself, her thirst for Vince’s cock so intense that she could only tease him with her hands for a few minutes before temptation got the better of her and she leaned in to suck his balls into her mouth. “Ugh! Unngh!” Vince called out above her, reaching down to tangle one hand into the back of her hair, probably messing it up beyond all repair, but Fiona didn’t care right now, not when she could taste the delicious salt of his skin against her tongue.

  She kept her hand moving over his shaft, jerking him off a little faster and making his hips twitch forward to match the rhythm she’d set with her hands. Fiona sucked on his sac with slightly more pressure, careful not to hurt him with her teeth as she stared up at him with hungry eyes, making him moan more just from the visual stimulation beneath him.

  “Please suck me off,” he whimpered after another minute of this teasing, his grip in her hair going tighter and harder as he pulled her away from his balls. “Please. My cock. It needs to be sucked.”

  Fiona licked her lips and leaned in to kiss his cock again, making Vince groan out in impatience as she lined every inch of his shaft with sweet, chaste kisses. “Please,” he moaned out pathetically, pulling a little on her hair and hissing as she finally gave open-mouthed kisses to the tip of his dick, barely getting it wet with the inside of her mouth. “Oh, Jesus, I need it so bad,” he whined, his eyes falling shut again as Fiona sucked on the tip of his dick for one second before letting it go.

  It was exhilarating, driving him to the point of frustration like this, seeing how his hips got more impatient, jutting forward into the air in the hopes of thrusting down her throat, feeling how his fingers started to tremble in her hair after minutes passed by with barely any contact between them. But eventually, Fiona couldn’t stop herself anymore. She wanted to taste his cum, to feel it on her skin, to feel his cock vibrate with energy as his pleasure pulsed out of him. She couldn’t deny herself that pleasure any longer, even as the vibrations of her orgasm still thundered inside her heart, her body still aching with the memory of her cunt exploding around Vince’s thick cock.

  “Please,” Vince whimpered. “I need to fuck your face.”

  That did it. She couldn’t resist any longer, leaning in to suck the full head of his cock into her mouth while her hand began jacking off the rest of his shaft with more pressure, squeezing around him even as she pulled off to lick long hot lines on every side of his dick.

  Vince followed through on his promise, pinning one hand on the wall behind Fiona’s head to brace his weight as he began jerking his hips forward, sending more of his cock onto Fiona’s willing tongue, finally making her gag as he hit the back of her throat.

  Fiona recovered nicely, swallowing around the head of his cock and getting her throat to relax as Vince fucked her face more roughly, giving her all of his cock. She moaned around him, enjoying the feeling of his big cock in her mouth and throat, filling her up just as well as it’d done earlier.

  “Yes, fuck, yes, you dirty little, sweet little, fucking slut, my sweet fucking slut,” he groaned as he fucked her harder, panting desperately for air as he moved faster and faster.

  Fiona reached behind him with one hand to grab at his ass, squeezing at the firm muscle there while her other hand remained on his ball sac, pulling it gently as it slapped against her face, making her feel like a mischievous little brat, teasing him to the edge.

  Soon, she could feel his pace stuttering, his dick pausing and slowing down a little as the sensations began to overwhelm him. She pulled off of Vince’s cock, wiping her mouth and breathing deeply as she stared up at him in wordless question.

  “Just…one second, baby,” Vince panted out, smiling down at her sweetly and cupping the side of her face as he struggled to catch his breath. “You’ve got a sweet face, you know that?” he whispered, tracing her wet lips with his fingertips and moaning a little as she sucked one of his fingers into her mouth. “Where do you want me to come?” he asked as soon as she let go of his finger.

  Fiona shrugged and grinned at him, waving one hand in front of her whole body to assure him that any choice would be fine with her.

  Vince leaned in again and pressed their mouths together, sliding his tongue against hers while his other hand slipped back down to her cunt, slowly stimulating her clit with the tips of his fingers. Fiona knew there was no way she was coming again tonight. She’d blown out every fuse in her body, exploding harder than she’d ever had in her life. There was no way she could summon up the energy to have even a weak orgasm at the moment, but it was still nice, feeling Vince play around in her wetness, spreading her open and messing around with her as he pleased. It reminded her that he’d claimed her, that he’d taken her under his wing and made it his personal mission to take care of her. It reminded her that she was special.

  Fiona straightened up, keeping her legs in the same position as before so that Vince could continue to play with her pussy, and reached for Vince’s cock again, sucking on it harder than before while she jacked her hand back and forth at the base of his dick. She hummed around him a little, wanting to cause as much stimulation as possible, to bring him to the edge. He deserved to come, especially after waiting for so long, for being so patient and understanding with her. He deserved to feel good, too, and she knew just the trick to pull it off.

  “Oh, baby. Baby, baby, I’m going to…I’ m gonna fucking…” Vince’s words trailed off into a series of increasingly deep groans, his eyebrows furrowing up in concentration as he held himself back, clearly right on the verge of his orgasm. “Baby!” he screamed out, a warning tone in his voice as he stared down at her with wide, burning eyes.

  Fiona pulled her mouth off of his cock again, making him groan out in complaint, but then she latched her mouth onto his balls, sucking them forcefully until he breathed out a broken, sobbing moan, sounding more helpless and desperate than she’d ever heard him before. At the same time, she kept her hand on his cock, jerking him off frantically while her other hand dug deeper into the flesh of his ass, driving into him as hard as possible while she sucked his sac until his legs trembled weakly and he groaned out, “It’s gonna happen! It’s fucking! Goddammit, shit, fuck!”

  Fiona pulled back again, lying flat and ready as she pointed Vince’s cock towards her bare chest, grinning at the wet warm splashing sensation of Vince’s cum splattering its way across her breasts, coating her nipples with white essence.

  “Jesus Christ in fucking Heaven,” Vince murmured breathlessly before he collapsed on top o
f Fiona, half of his body pressed on her shoulder and half of her chest while his other half was splayed out next to her. “Fucking…baby, that was amazing.”

  “Mm,” Fiona murmured in response, turning her head to kiss whatever stretch of skin she could easily reach with her lips.

  “Just to be clear,” Vince said, flipping over onto his side to face Fiona and smiling softly as he brushed some of the sweaty strands of hair out of her eyes. “You can talk now if you want.”

  Fiona chuckled lowly and wrapped her arm around Vince’s shoulders and neck, tangling her fingers into his sweaty hair and scratching at his scalp. “I know that. I just…I don’t know. I like sitting in the quiet with you.”

  “Okay,” Vince said with a smile, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he relaxed into Fiona’s touch. “We can be quiet together.”

  For a moment, Fiona let them have this moment together, tangling their legs together and giggling softly as they tickled each other’s stomachs. But soon enough, before the sun could rise in the sky again, she forced herself to pull away, disentangling her limbs from Vince’s and forcing herself away even as Vince whined and tried to clutch at her, to keep in her place in the safety of her bed.