So Much Trouble: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection (So Wrong It's Right Book 4)

by Jamie Knight

  “Is that okay?” she asks.

  My cock is so hard it feels like it’s going to burst.

  Of course it’s okay. It’s perfect.

  “If you think you can take my full ten inches, it’s okay,” is what I tell her instead.

  She clears her throat and looks down at my big dick. Then she nods again.

  I reach down and feel that the juices from her pussy are dripping out into my hand. She wants me so bad, I don’t even need to use any lube.

  “I’ll try,” she says, sounding a little bit dubious.

  I love the tone of her voice. It’s reluctance and hesitation mixed with anticipation and desire.

  I’m about to make her mine, and I couldn’t be any happier.

  Chapter 15 - Stacy

  This is it.

  I’m finally about to lose my virginity.

  Elias is looking at my body like it’s a delicious snack he wants to devour. It’s even more of a craving than I saw in his eyes earlier, for the food at his favorite restaurant.

  And my pussy is aching for him as he spreads it wide open. It’s as if my body is on display for him.

  I would normally feel like an idiot, letting someone see every inch of me, but now, with Elias, my vulnerability is like a turn on. I love that he sees everything about me and does anything that he wants to me.

  “You’re dripping wet for me,” he says, his fingers buried deep inside my pussy.

  I lean back some, so that he can push them in even further. Then I rock back and forth on his hand, feeling his fingers fill up my pussy hole as his other hand reaches around to play with my clit.

  “Mmmm,” I moan, close to orgasm.

  Elias has a way of making me feel so very good, and I’m really glad we finally get to have sex.

  I start to grind all over his hand as I feel my nerve endings explode.

  “Yeah, that’s it, cum on my hand, Stacy,” he commands me. “Then I’ll make you cum on my cock. Fuck yeah.”

  I come down off my high as he holds his cock and starts rubbing it around on my pussy and ass. I want him in my pussy so bad that it physically hurts.

  “Please,” I say, quietly.

  “What did you say?” he asks, his big cock pressing up against my ass cheeks.

  “Please fuck me.”

  “You want me to push my cock inside your wet, tight little pussy and take your virginity?” he asks me.

  “Yes.”

  “And you don’t just want me to, you’re begging me to.”

  “Yes. Please take my virginity. Please, Elias.”

  I’m reduced to a quivering, begging mess but I can’t seem to stop. My entire body is calling out for him, my nipples erect and alert, my pussy dripping juice down onto my thighs. I feel pathetic, but I also love the feeling, of needing him so badly that I have physical as well as emotional signs of it.

  “You’re such a bad girl,” he says, spanking my ass slightly.

  I love how it stings a little bit, without hurting too badly.

  He reaches down and I look back to see that he’s got a condom in his hand that he’s opening from the wrapper. He hurries to put it on and I wait, a little impatiently.

  And what I love even more is how he takes ahold of my ass cheeks in his hands and says, “Okay, but just remember you asked for it. I sure hope you can handle this.”

  I nod, biting my lip and bracing for impact. But all I feel at first is the head of his cock up against my pussy lips. He pushes it in slightly, causing me to stretch open just a bit.

  “Mmmm,” I moan, glad that it feels good because I hadn’t known what to expect and had been fearing that it might hurt.

  “You ready for more?” he asks me.

  I nod again, and I can feel more of his cock slip inside me, filling me up and stretching me out.

  “Oww,” I moan slightly, as I feel some of that pain I was anticipating.

  “It’s okay,” he says, his hand coming down to stroke my clit. “It’ll feel amazing really soon.”

  “Alright,” I tell him, instinctively trusting him.

  His hand on my clit feels so good. I rock back and forth on his cock a little bit, which is now half in, half out of me. I love how it feels when my pussy walls clamp around it.

  “Yeah, there you go,” he says, the hand that’s on my ass rocking me gently so that he can fit inside me even further. “You like how I’m popping your sweet little cherry, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I call out, only feel pleasure now, instead of pain.

  “I love seeing your curvy body completely naked,” he tells me.

  I can tell that he’s getting into it more now. When he’s all the way inside me, he tenses up a bit, as if holding back. But then he plunges into me as far as he can go, letting out a groan that betrays his true feelings.

  He wants to be strong and tough and not let on that I’m making him feel so good, but he can’t help it.

  The thought feels me with even more passion. He thrusts his cock in and out of me, while I ride it, rocking back and forth and sliding all over it. It’s really slippery, because of all the juices dripping out of me.

  “I’m coming!” I cry. “Elias, I’m coming.”

  “Fuck yeah. Cum all over my cock. I love how it’s splitting you in two and you’re just riding it like a champ.”

  He’s grabbing my ass cheeks harder now, closing them tight so that all of my insides are hugging his cock. He spanks me a bit more forcefully. He’s all the way in, cramming my pussy so tight.

  “I love how your pussy lips stretch so wide for me,” he says. “It feels so good to be inside you.”

  His tone is more tender now. His breaths are coming out heavier.

  “Stacy,” he says, as he pulls out of me a bit before shoving himself back in.

  That final thrust seems to be what he needed. I feel his cock throb and pulse inside me. And then, with sweet release, he says, “I’m coming. This feels so good. I love this.”

  I love this.

  That was dangerously close to I love you.

  It seems as if the cocky, rough exterior of Elias Turner has broken for me. He loves to be with me, and I love to be with him.

  I hope we can keep doing this for a really long time.

  I just also hope that we don’t get caught.

  Chapter 16 - Elias

  Game day is fast approaching, and I’m giving Stacy that interview I promised her. She has certainly owned it. As the lights of the camera are flashing in my face, all I can seem to focus on is her.

  Her gorgeous face.

  Her curvy body.

  Her feisty personality.

  I love all of it.

  “So, Mr. Turner, what is one thing you hope to take with you out onto the field with you for the Superbowl?” she’s asking me.

  I know she’s talking metaphorically, but I wish I could answer, “Your panties.”

  “Faith,” I tell her instead.

  “Faith?” she says.

  Coach Kramer looks at me and nods, undoubtedly thinking of my book of meditations.

  “Faith that my teammates and I have what it takes to win this game, after a whole season of working hard and working together,” I tell her. “Faith that the people I love have my back and that love makes us strong, not weak.”

  She smiles at me, and I know it’s not just because I’m giving her great answers for her story. No, she knows why I’m saying all of this: I’m absolutely smitten with her.

  I’ve been struggling with the feeling of being open and vulnerable with a woman. It’s completely not my normal style. But with Stacy, everything feels right, especially after our amazing date in Argentina, and I know I have to give into love.

  I feel such strength and protection for her, as if I always want her to be mine. I still haven’t figured out who attacked her on that day in the locker room, though, and that’s bothering me. I make a note to check with my friend who I had texted about it.

  As the interview comes to an end,
though, all I can think about is kissing Stacy. I know we shouldn’t risk it here, with so many people around, but I can’t help it. I want her bad.

  Afterwards, I find her in the prepping room, and no one else is around. I close the door and stride quickly across the room to her.

  “My love,” I say, swooping her close to my chest and kissing her.

  She kisses me back, passionately, but then steps back.

  “We shouldn’t be…”

  She stops and looks at me.

  “Did you just call me your love?”

  Right then, saving me from having to answer, luckily, since I had let that slip out unintentionally, someone barged inside without knocking.

  “Stacy,” that someone drawled, fake sugary sweet.

  Of course that someone had to be Kirsten Donnelly. I hated how she was always so cruel to Stacy, but then again, I knew that neither of us should take it personally. Kirsten was cruel to everyone.

  “Kirsten,” Stacy nods curtly, doing a good job of acting as if she and I had just been talking and that we hadn’t just been locking lips.

  That was really close. It could have been worse, since we had already broken away by the time Kirsten entered, but it was still scary.

  “I told you I’ve got my eye on you,” Kirsten says to Stacy, and then shifts her gaze to me. “No one on my radar has seen you two locking lips in the locker room or out and about town, but that doesn’t mean I’m convinced. I’ll continue to watch you like a hawk until I break this story about you.”

  She turns around and leaves in a huff, and I raise my eyebrows at Stacy, who says, “What a bitch.”

  “She’s doing a story about you?” I ask, mostly feeling amused.

  “She sure wants to be,” Stacy says. “She’s been a huge thorn in my side.”

  “Kirsten’s just jealous,” I tell her. “Don’t worry about it.”

  “Yeah, but she’s pretty conniving and determined,” Stacy says. “And both of us have a lot to lose. Listen—”

  I had started to go in for another kiss, but she’s pushing me away.

  “I really think you and I should cool it until after the Superbowl,” she says. “I would hate for us to be discovered and for either of us to experience negative consequences to our careers because of it.”

  “But it’s so hot to have to sneak around,” I protest, with a mock pout.

  “Very funny,” she says, shaking her head at me.

  At least I got her to smile a bit.

  “In all seriousness,” she insists. “Please. We can get back together during the off season but for just a little while longer, we have to play it safe.”

  “Okay, honey,” I tell her, doing my best to play off the fact that I’m kind of hurt. “Whatever you want.”

  Just when I was starting to open up to her, she pushes me away. I know she has her reasons, and they’re great ones, but I don’t fucking care what anyone else thinks. I want her to be mine for good. I guess I’ll just have to wait until after the big game, but I’ve never been one for patience.

  “Did you just call me honey?” she asks me, in that playful tone of hers that I love.

  I can’t stay here and flirt with her, or I’ll get turned on. I try to think about what I can do in the meantime to burn off this extra energy until I can see her again. I want to give her one more hug, because I know she’s fierce but I still feel the urge to protect her.

  That’s it, I think. The thing I can do that will help resolve things for us so that when the time is right, we can be together.

  “I’ll see you later,” I tell her, heading towards the door.

  She looks a little surprised, as if she was waiting for me to try to kiss or hug her one more time.

  But she must realize that this was her idea and I’m just taking it to heart.

  Because all she says is a gentle, “See you later.”

  Chapter 17 - Stacy

  I’m at home painting my nails in the Leviathans’ colors, because tomorrow is the Superbowl, when I get a text from Elias.

  What’s your address?

  I sigh.

  But my frustration is because I want to see him, even though I know I shouldn’t. We haven’t seen each other since I’ve told him we need to stay a secret, but he’s been sending me lots of sexts.

  They’re hot.

  Super hot.

  He tells me all the things he wants to do to me when we’re next together. He even has a fantasy about fucking my tits and fucking my ass.

  That’s how dirty our sexting gets.

  And I can’t help but love it.

  I also love that he’s asking for my address and wants to see me, but I know it’s forbidden according to the plan we made – or, rather, the plan that I made and need to enforce, no matter how much I wish I could change the plan.

  We shouldn’t do that, I text back, now. Let’s wait till after the game. Only one more day!

  It’ll be hotter than ever when we can finally do it.

  Clarice would not be happy with me. She’s told me that I should just go with my heart and on Elias’ private plane, to wherever he wants to whisk me off to. She says he makes me seem happier and more carefree, and that I’ve needed someone in my life like that for a long time.

  I appreciate her support and I get where her advice is coming from, but she’s not the one with the career on the line. At first, I tell myself to remain strong and steadfast, to resist Elias’ advances no matter how hard he presses and no matter how upset Clarice will be at me.

  But in my head, I know it’s kind of bullshit. I have no resolve when it comes to Elias, other than the resolve to feel him hard and deep inside me.

  I need your address now, he texts back, immediately.

  Wow, he really wants me.

  I start to text back with firm resolve but it weakens by the time my fingers can hit the “n” key, let alone the “o.”

  I have to admit — it would be hot to see him right now. It’s not like anyone knows where I live, so how could we be seen or get into trouble? I imagine one more rendezvous, right before the Superbowl. Maybe it’ll give him some extra good luck out on the field.

  Okay, I tell him, and then I type out my address.

  I put my phone down before I change my mind, and then I step into the shower. It’s difficult to do, with painted nails – I try to leave them outside the water, and blow on them to hurry up and dry.

  I obviously wasn’t planning to take a shower so soon after painting my nails, but I don’t want to look like a wreck when Elias gets here.

  When will Elias get here? I start to wonder. It’s not like we set up a time.

  I guess he’ll just surprise me, I think.

  I pop out of the shower and put on my robe. As I’m drying my hair – luckily, my nails have dried by now – I hear a knock on the door.

  That was fast, I think.

  I don’t see the need to put on clothes at this point. He’ll only take them right off me anyway. He’ll probably like the surprise of seeing me nearly naked, only wrapped in a robe that is ready and easy for him to take off.

  So, I head to the door, my hair wet and my robe slightly open, since I know he likes to see my body.

  But when I open it slightly and pop my head out, so that I’m not exposing myself to the whole neighborhood, a strong arm pushes it open so that it slams into me, nearly barreling me over.

  My first thought is, Wow, Elias is very ready to see me.

  But my second thought is, This is not Elias.

  Whoever it is grabs me in a tight hold and puts his hand around my mouth, so that I can’t scream. I still try to, but the sound is muffled in his hand.

  “Come here,” he says, dragging me across the room to my couch.

  The way he’s pulling my hair is very familiar. I look up to see the face of the same man who attacked me in the Leviathans’ locker room.

  “Fuck!” I yell out, but no one except this guy’s palm can hear me.

  I try to bite
his hand, but it’s no use. I’m kicking my legs, but I can’t swing them high up enough to be able to kick him. Nothing I do is working.

  What the fuck does this guy want with me, and why?

  I start to see stars before I realize that he’s trying to suffocate me with a pillow.

  “I was only supposed to rough you up, you little bitch,” he says, glaring at me. “To scare you from poking around the locker room and to keep you away for good. But you still had to be a nosy little bitch, up to no good, and hooking up with one of the Leviathans to boot. So now you’re making me have to do this.”

  My head is getting very woozy, to the point that I start to wonder if this is a dream.

  I see stars and I wonder if they’re the last thing I’ll ever see. Black and white swirls mixed in with this awful man’s ugly face.

  But just before I pass out, I hear a voice.

  “Stacy!”

  Elias.

  Is this for real?

  Did Elias just come to rescue me once again?

  Will I be able to be saved in time to live?

  Or am I losing so much oxygen that I’m hallucinating?

  Maybe Elias isn’t really here at all, but my mind and heart just wish that he was here so badly that they conjured up his voice.

  Chapter 18 - Elias

  I can’t believe I’m having to beat up this asshole all over again.

  I tried to beat him to Stacy’s place, because I had figured out who he is and what he’s up to, but the one piece of information I didn’t have was Stacy’s address. And of course she took so damn long to give it to me, because she thought I wanted sex when what I really wanted was to save her life.

  Sure, I always want to fuck her.

  But right now, I need to rescue her.

  Luckily, she gave me her address just in the nick of time. I texted her back to warn her not to open the door.

  She must not have gotten the text.

  Or maybe this creep barged his way in some other way.

  Whatever the case, I’m about to take him out. I’m swinging, punching, hitting at him, hoping I don’t get injured for the game in the process, but knowing that this is much more important.