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

by Jamie Knight

  He pulls my robe off and stares at my naked body.

  “You are even more beautiful than I’d imagined,” he said. “You are simply a curvaceous goddess and I feel blessed to be in your presence.”

  At first I think it’s a cheesy joke and I almost laugh, but then I catch the look in his eyes just in time to save myself from doing that. He is absolutely in awe, like when you’re an American who first sees a castle in Europe, or a little kid visiting Disneyland for the same time, which would probably be the more realistic scenario for us peons who aren’t super rich like Daniel is.

  “Thank you,” I tell him. “You’re not so bad looking yourself.”

  And just as I’d hoped, this prompts him to take off his shirt and then his slacks, in a hurry, probably also hoping that Charlie will stay asleep so that he can take my virginity already.

  I know I just met him but it feels like I’ve been waiting years to be with him for my very first time.

  I love looking at his muscular, tattooed chest and his large, erect cock. As if on instinct, I reach my hand out and run them down his washboard abs.

  “I really want to eat your pussy,” he whispers to me. “And I want you to suck my cock. But we’re going to have to do the natural progression of things in the reverse order, because we don’t have a lot of time right now, and really I just want to be inside you.”

  “I like that idea,” I tell him, as his hand reaches into my robe and finds my nipple.

  I especially like the way it sounds as if we’re going to be doing this – or similar things, anyway – again. I already like the sound of that.

  And I really like the feeling of his fingers as they rub my nipples. He pulls me close and fingers my pussy and I ride his hand while my juices drip out into it.

  “Fuck yeah,” he says, squeezing my clit with one hand like his other hand is doing to my nipples.

  “Mmm,” I moan. “This feels great.”

  “God, you’re so tight,” he says. “You have such a tight little pussy hole and I love fingering it. Have you never…?”

  He suddenly straightens up, as if he hadn’t thought of the possibility before. I suddenly feel a little embarrassed. I guess I’m a little old to still be a virgin but I’m not even twenty-one yet so it’s not that rare.

  “No,” I admit, shaking my head nervously.

  “It’s okay,” he says, hugging me close to him with one arm while his fingers are still lodged deep in my pussy.

  He’s putting another one in, stretching me out more, as if getting me ready.

  “It’s fine. It’s great, either. I get to claim this little pussy as my own, and make it mine.”

  He says it with such possession and dominance that a chill runs down my spine. I grab his fingers with the walls of my pussy.

  “There you go,” he says, cupping my ass cheeks a bit while he continues fingering me with his other hand. “That’s a good girl.”

  I love how authoritative and in charge his tone of voice sounds. How he’s letting me know he’s in complete control and I can just relax and trust him.

  “I’m going to lay you back on the bed,” he says, and does just that. “And now I’m going to keep playing with your hot little pussy until you cum all over me, and that’s when we know you’ll be ready for my cock.”

  “But we don’t have a lot of time,” I say, worried that we won’t get to get to the good part because Charlie will wake up and then it’ll be all over and who knows if we’ll get to do it again?

  I really, really want Daniel to fuck me. It’s all I can do to not beg him to hurry up and fuck me. As he spreads my legs open and looks down at me, I feel as if my heart is as exposed as my naked, gaping, dripping wet pussy.

  “It’s okay,” he says. “Shhhh. I don’t need a lot of time. I know I can make your hot little pussy squirt its juices all over me because it wants me so badly, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes,” I admit, as he takes a finger and rubs it up and down on my clit.

  He’s even better at this as I am. I can feel myself dripping out onto the bed. He pinches my clit and then rubs it, and then he pushes it all around with his thumb. I look down at his hand on my pussy and at the way it’s quivering and gushing some wetness out for him already and I feel very close to orgasming already.

  I guess he was right that it wouldn’t take long, because he reaches a hand under my ass and grabs ahold of one of my ass cheeks and says, “Now cum for me, Catharine. I’ve been waiting to make you cum so just let it go for me and let me watch,” and I do.

  Liquid starts pouring out of me and then my pussy is squirting it out at him even though I had never known I could do that before. I never even knew it was possible. He’s rubbing my clit vigorously and he takes his other hand off my ass and starts spanking my clit a little bit.

  This is unexpected and I didn’t think I’d like it but the sharp little whaps on my clit are a perfect compliment to the pressure of the feeling of my pussy juice squirting out and I can’t do anything but squeeze his big, muscular forearm and say, “Oh yeah, oh my God, that feels so good. Don’t stop. Keep playing with my pussy, Daniel. Keep making me cum so much.”

  “Look,” he says, taking his hand off of me and sitting up and straddling me. “The next time I make you cum, it’s going to be on my fat cock that you’ve made so hard for you. I make the rules around here and I tell you when to cum and how and on what. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I say, immediately. “Yes, sir.”

  Today is full of a lot of firsts. I had no idea I’d like being spoken to so sternly, that I’d be like being told what to do. But with Daniel, I love everything about what we’re doing and everything about him.

  He puts his cock up against my pussy while he’s still on top of me and rubs it around my wet, hot slit.

  “Are you okay with this?” he asks. “I know I’m being bossy but I’m just really into it. I want to make your first time great.”

  “Yes,” I tell him, immediately. “I love it.”

  “Okay, then I’m going to start entering you now that you’re nice and wet for me,” he says.

  I feel the tip of his cock in my opening and then it starts going in more. As it slides in, it hurts some, and I claw his back with my nails.

  “Hold on,” he says, pushing it’ll in me further. “Soon it’ll feel really good. I promise.”

  Sure enough, after another sharp pang, all I can feel is pleasure. He’s deep inside me and I’m flooded with a feeling of passion.

  “Mmmm,” I moan, grabbing his cock with the walls of my pussy. “This feels amazing.”

  “I love how you take my big cock in your tiny little pussy for your very first time,” he says, all the way in now.

  And he’s right – it’s a huge cock. It’s cramming and stuffing my pussy, filling it up all the way.

  He thrusts in and out while he pinches my nipple and then he leans down and takes it into his mouth. As he sucks on it, I arch my back up and push my pelvis closer up against him.

  “I’ve been wanting to taste your hot little nipple ever since I first met you,” he says, pausing to get this out and then returning to nibbling on me.

  “I’m going to cum,” I tell him, wiggling around underneath him.

  “Good,” he says. “That’s my good girl. Cum on my big cock.”

  We look into each other’s eyes as I feel my juices pouring out onto his dick. He kisses me and our tongues entwine with each other.

  I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t help it. It feels so good and I’m like putty in his hands. I sure am glad I gained this job and lost my virginity, all in the course of a week.

  It’s only early December but it’s already a very merry Christmas season for me.

  Chapter 7 - Daniel

  As my cock is buried in Catharine’s tight, wet pussy, I feel so excited by the surprise fact that she’s a virgin. It felt so good to pop her cherry. I feel as if I’m claiming her as mine and no one else can ever have her.
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  I know we have to hurry up, but I hold myself back from cumming because I want this to last a little longer.

  “Come here,” I tell her, turning her over onto her hands and knees. “I can already tell you like it rough.”

  And I can already tell I want to do this with her a lot more.

  Perhaps making her my kid’s nanny wasn’t the best life decision, even though she already seems great at that job. I just want to keep fucking her and not have it mess up anything for Charlie.

  I have no time to think about right now, though. All I can think about are her amazingly gorgeous ass cheeks that are up in the air right in front of my face.

  I spank one of them and I enjoy hearing the little surprised “owww,” that escapes her lips. Then I grab ahold of it and pull her closer to my cock so that I can enter her again.

  As I plunge back into her wet, tight little pussy, I feel like it’s been ages since I left it. I just wish I could stay inside her all the time.

  “That’s right,” I tell her, as I spank her a little bit harder. “Take it rough, the way I know you like it.”

  “I do like it,” she says, breathlessly. “I never knew I’d like it but I do.”

  “You never met me before,” I tell her, as I pump my cock in and out of her pussy, harder and faster now. “There are a lot of things you’re going to love letting me do to you.”

  “I like the sound of that,” she moans.

  I spread open her ass cheeks so I can have the best possible view of her pussy while I’m fucking it. My big cock is spreading open her tiny pussy hole and cramming her entire canal to its full capacity.

  I enjoy watching my cock sink in and out of her, while I hold on tight to her ass cheeks. I begin to feel her warm liquid pour out onto my cock as at the same time I feel my cock throb and pulse inside her.

  “I’m going to cum in you,” I say, grabbing hold of her even tighter, “I’m going to fill you up with my cum while you’re cumming all over my cock. Wait a minute…”

  She’s moaning and whimpering, obviously trying not to call out too loudly. It’s only then that I remember I’m not wearing a condom and I doubt she’s on the Pill, since she’s a virgin. I quickly pull out and cum on her ass, letting some of it shoot all over her back. My creamy white liquid runs down off the sides of her hips and drenches her.

  “Shit,” I say, as both of us are panting. “I didn’t think about a condom. I’m sorry. I swear I’m clean.”

  I get regular STD tests because I’m what some would call a player and I don’t want to mess around with diseases. But I don’t want to fill her in on the ins and outs of how I know I don’t have any, so that’s all I say.

  “Okay,” she says, smiling slightly.

  She rolls over on the bed and looks up at me, her eyes still droopy with the euphoria of the orgasm I just gave her. I love the way she looks right now.

  “I want to ask you about something else I really should have asked you about before we did this,” she says.

  “Okay,” I say, bracing myself.

  “What happened to Charlie’s mom?” she asks. “Is she still in the picture at all? Because I don’t hear anything about her and I don’t think you’re married but I just want to make sure…”

  “Oh, I’m not married,” I say, quickly.

  I knew this question was coming and I don’t mind answering it but it’s a sore spot for me. And the reason I only do random, casual hook-ups. Usually.

  “He was an accident and she was never into the whole parenting thing,” he says. “Let’s just say she wasn’t great mother material. She left and is probably in some alley way right now, if she’s still even alive.”

  Her eyes grow wide as she looks at me and I realize that probably sounded harsh.

  “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I tried to make it work for Charlie’s sake, when he was a baby. I know he deserves a good mom. But that’s not what I got. She thinks I’m trying to chase her down for child support so she won’t answer my calls or emails or anything. I don’t want or need her money – I have plenty of that. I just wanted her to be in Charlie’s life somewhat, but she’s not,” I tell her, regretfully. “She’s too into crack. But I know this is all my own fault too, for choosing her in the first place. I’m just trying to make the best out of all of it, for Charlie’s sake.”

  “That’s admirable,” she says, looking like she means it.

  I’m glad that question is out of the way. I hope we don’t have to delve into it too much more because I’ve said all there really is to say on the matter. I understand why she’d want to know but I hope I’ve satisfied that need for her.

  Just like I know I’ve satisfied some other needs for her. I’ve always been better with my cock than with words.

  I take one more look at her naked body and satisfied smile and then I stand up, but very reluctantly so.

  “I really wish I could stay and shower you off,” I tell her. “I bet we’d have lots of fun together in my shower. But I have to head into the office and if Charlie wakes up before I leave, he’ll throw a fit and I’ll want to stay and calm him down.”

  “Yeah, and that’s my job now,” she laughs.

  And I’m sure glad she’s here – not only for that, but for a lot of other reasons I don’t want to admit to myself right now, because I don’t do relationships and I don’t fall in love.

  Chapter 8 - Catharine

  I have time for yet another shower before Charlie wakes up— that kid must have really needed to catch up on sleep. No wonder he is always so high-strung. My clothes are finally drying so I put them on after I’ve reluctantly washed Daniel off me, still while thinking about how great it felt to be in his arms. And to have his cock in me.

  It fulfilled every one of my fantasies and more. I didn’t know he was that big or that he’d be so good at it, even though it only makes sense since he’s a tall guy and a lot older and more experienced than I am.

  “Daddy?” I hear Charlie call out from the living room couch where he had been taking his nap, and I know I have no more time to daydream about Daniel because now Charlie’s awake and my job is take care of him.

  “It’s me,” I tell him, as I finish throwing on the last of my clothes and hurry down the hallway. “It’s Catharine.”

  He bursts into tears and says, “Where’s my daddy? I want my daddy!”

  But he’s not having as full on of a melt-down as I’ve seen him capable of before. He’s eyeing me a bit cynically but I think he remembers that I just made snow angels with him and that I was there when he got his big birthday cake, so it seems like he might think we’re buddies even though he understandably wants his dad, not used to having me here.

  “Your daddy had to work,” I tell him. I quickly think of something that might distract him. “But we can do more fun winter and Christmas stuff! What have you guys already done to start getting ready for Christmas?”

  “Nothing!” he exclaims, putting his head down and pouting. “Nothing at all.”

  Oops. That was probably the wrong question of me to ask the only child of a single father who has to work a lot, when Christmas is still over three weeks away. I don’t want to make him mad at Daniel for not doing anything for Christmas yet – a lot of families are just now getting started, after all. And some don’t do anything until Christmas Eve, if even then.

  “Well, then, it’s the perfect time to start,” I tell him.

  “Can we make Christmas cookies?” he asks me. “I saw a show on PBS kids where they did that!”

  “Hmmm.”

  I am pretty sure this house isn’t stocked with ingredients for Christmas cookies, since his dad had told me to order lunch from a deli and have it delivered. Plus, I’m not a very good baker.

  But suddenly I realize I know someone who is. And she also happens to have all the supplies on hand to make any kind of confectionary creation we might want, including Christmas cookies.

  “We might be able to,” I tell Charlie. “Just give me a s
econd to call someone.”

  “Who are you calling?” he asks, his eyes full of curiosity now.

  “My friend who made your birthday cake,” I inform him.

  “Yay!” he says, getting off the couch and jumping up and down.

  It seems like he’s forgotten about missing his dad.

  Mission accomplished.

  If only Sally will answer her phone and get over here.

  * * *

  “So, do you want these gingerbread cookies to have hot tamales or skittles for eyes?” Sally asks a while later, as we’re finishing up the Christmas cookies we made. “I have both.”

  And she sure does. She brought all her supplies once she finally came over, but it took her a while to call me back because she had been finishing up and then delivering a cake for a party. Luckily for us, but unluckily for Daniel, I guess, Charlie’s dad works long hours so there has still been plenty of time for us to make the cookies before he gets home.

  “Skittles!” Charlie says. “I don’t like spicy candy.”

  “I don’t blame you, kid,” Sally laughs.

  Once we’re done decorating the cookies, Charlie asks me if he can watch the Charlie Brown Christmas Special on TV in the living room.

  “It’s named after me!” he adds.

  “Is that so?” I chuckle, and Sally joins in.

  “My daddy always says I can watch it after I eat,” he says.

  Sally had picked up food from the deli on her way over, because I felt bad for making the employees walk it over here in the cold winter weather when Sally was already headed this way. We had eaten turkey sandwiches before we made the cookies.

  “Okay,” I tell him, walking into the living room with him so that I could turn on Daniel’s Smart TV and figure out how to work the apps to play the show.

  “I feel very accomplished for finally figuring out how to play Netflix on that expensive and very overly complicated TV,” I tell Sally, once I rejoin her in the kitchen, where she’s cleaning the dishes.