Bad Girls Book 1: The Temptress (2 page)

JAXXON

She has this thing she does where she bites into her lip while staring into my eyes. I don’t know why, but that shit gets me every time. That night on the mat in the basement, she’d pulled that one on me. As I laid over her almost out of breath from the fight moves, she’d looked up at me with those big brown eyes and bit into that lip.

The next thing I knew I was lowering my head and my dick was making himself comfortable against the spandex that covered her pussy. In the back of my mind I knew we should stop. It was too risky with the parents right upstairs, but she made this humming noise in her throat that drew me in.

“We can’t do this here.” I tried one last time to cut it, to end things before they went too far, but her hand came down between us and took hold of my cock which was already harder than he’d ever been. “I want you Jaxxon, please, I hurt.” Somehow she knew just how to get to me, knew all the right moves to make.

She rubbed her pussy against me just in case I was having any thoughts of pulling away. Instead I pulled the tank over her head to get to her magnificent tits. For someone who was protesting a few seconds earlier, I dove right in like a starving man.

I ate at her tits while she fondled my dick to hardness. I stroked into her hand before we were both fighting to get each other out of our clothes. I knew there was a good chance one or both our parents could put in an appearance anytime soon, but it wasn’t likely.

“You sure you want this?” I was asking but I was already past the point of caring. My sweet little stepsister was about to get fucked whether she’d bitten off more than she could chew or not.

I didn’t wait for her nod before my head was making its way down between her thighs. I tore away the stringy underwear she had on so I could get at her. Her scent was intoxicating as I used my nose to tease her clit while my tongue went in search of that glorious hole that I was about to fill with my cock.

“Sweet.” Her taste had a little enhancement, like cherry flavored pussy juice. “Ummm.” I licked into her hot pink gash with my tongue, holding her ass up for better purchase.

“Fuck yourself on my tongue.” I liked the way her face went beet red at my words, the little innocent playing the wanton. That shit only made my dick harder. She grabbed my hair and started to move. Slow at first, until she found her rhythm.

When she got going she was something. Without any direction from me, she lifted her legs over my shoulders, bringing her pussy closer to my mouth. I nosed her clit and ate her pussy until she was keening for my cock. I used my fingers to test her tightness since she’d been strangling my tongue.

“Just as I thought.” She was tight as fuck, which meant if the hot little bitch had ever fucked it hadn’t been a regular occurrence. “Look at me.” I knew what I was about, knew exactly where this shit was gonna lead, and I needed her to know the rules of the game.

“If I take this now.” I grabbed the whole of her pussy in my hand. “It will be mine exclusively. I own all rights to you and this from now on.” She moved against my hand and made a pitiful sound like she was in pain.

“Do you agree? Answer me or I will stop.” I started to take my hand away from her but she protested. “Yes, please, I agree. Now fuck me.”

“Not quite yet sweetheart, up. I’m gonna show you how I like my cock sucked.” I didn’t think I was gonna last long enough, not after I got a good look at her swinging tits with their blush pink tips.

“I want you to take my cock in your hand and stroke it.” She did as I asked, her eyes on mine waiting for instruction. “Use both hands, like that. Now take one hand away and play with my balls. Be gentle…good girl. Now take the tip in your mouth. That’s it; use your tongue to taste the liquid there, that’s pre-cum, that makes it easier for my cock to fit into that tight hole between your legs.”

I could tell already that words stimulated her, good. “Now take me in as far as you can until you choke.” She went too fast but I didn’t caution her, choosing instead to let her choose her own pace. She got it on the third or fourth try and though she couldn’t take all of me in, I saw the potential.

I held off from fucking her throat; that will come later when she’d had a little more experience. Instead I played with her hair and her cheeks while she sucked me off like she was really enjoying the taste and feel of my meat in her mouth.

Her girlish innocence was more potent than expected, or it could be the attraction I held for her, whatever it was she soon had me at the brink and I had to pull her off. “Enough. Now lay back and spread for me, I wanna take a look at what I just acquired.”

JAXXON

She laid back against the mat and though her face was beet red, she spread her pussy lips open for me to see. I stroked my cock as I coached her on how to finger herself while I watched. “Open your legs wider, as wide as you can.”

She must’ve taken gymnastics or some shit, because her legs went high and wide. She was starting to get herself off but I didn’t want that. “Pull your fingers out and feed them to me.” I had to get down on my knees between her spread thighs, which I did while still stroking my cock.

Her eyes were at half-mast and I could tell she was already gone. I sucked the offered fingers into my mouth and let the tip of my cockhead touch her dripping pussy. I figured since I was already there…I slipped my fat cockhead in between her swollen pussy lips and watched it spread her open.

She was hot as fuck around my meat as I slid in a few inches at a time. “Oh fuck yes.” I felt the barrier deep inside her and something primal went off inside my chest and head. In that moment I didn’t care who came down the stairs, nothing was going to stop me from breeching her.

I covered her mouth with my hand in preparation for the expected scream, pulled back until just my tip was inside her and then slammed home. It was the only way to fuck a virgin pussy; like ripping off a band aid

I caught the tail end of her scream in my mouth as I let my cock rest inside her until she calmed down. Twelve and a half inches stuffed inside her tight pussy, it was a good look. I loved the vulgarity of the sight as I looked down between us. My monster was splitting her in two.

From the second I clapped eyes on her sweet ass going up the stairs that first day we met two months ago, I knew we were gonna end up here. I’d even been prepared to use every trick in the book to get her into my bed. In the end she’d been the seducer. Works for me!

***

Now here we are three months since our affair started and I want her even more than back then. She’s like a fucking fever in the blood, and it’s more than the taboo element, that doesn’t even play a part. It’s all her. Everything about her calls to me, and I find myself wanting her more and more as the days go by.

I finally got us out the door and headed back to school where I taught and she attended. That wasn’t by design, but it made for some interesting interludes. We saw more of each other this way. And though we were surrounded; by students and faculty alike, that didn’t stop us from getting in some looks and once in a while touches.

Sometimes my need for her is almost overpowering and I’d find myself cornering her somewhere very inappropriately just to shove my fingers in her pussy. More than once I’d ended up caught in a conversation with a colleague with pussy on my breath because I’d just sucked her off in a broom closet or some shit.

It was a wonder we hadn’t been caught as yet, as much time as we spend together, but it’s because of her that no one would ever suspect. You see Brianna doesn’t look like anyone’s idea of a temptress. She doesn’t flaunt her attributes, is a bit of a bookworm and wears glasses to boot.

It amazes me that I was the first one to notice the untapped beauty behind the shy smile. When we were together though, she was a completely different persona. I don’t know why she’d chosen me to reveal her true self to, but I am forever grateful.

When I used to see the young fools bypassing her for the more obvious girls in the hallways in the beginning, I’d always have to hide a secret smile. Behind those glasses and that mousy bun, lays a little sexpot that would put all the others here to shame. I’m glad she’d saved it all for me though, because I don’t share worth a fuck.

Then she’d started doing that shit at school, wearing short skirts and shit with her hair out and had half the fucking jocks panting after her ass. I was not amused, and that was the cause of her first ass whipping. She’d toned her shit down a bit after that, but every once in a while she’d start her shit again.

Her second ass whipping had come after I’d overheard her mouthing off to her mom. I’d warned her about that shit but sometimes she lets emotion get the best of her and acts out. Now she pretty much knows what I will and will not put up with, though in the months since we’d started fucking she has been pushing the envelope more and more.

Now as I watch her walk away down the hallway to her next class I wonder not for the first time just how we’re gonna go forward from here. Sometimes I feel guilty for even starting this shit with her, she had her whole life ahead of her after all, but I couldn’t see giving her up. No way no how!

Somehow I will find a way to make it all work for us, as long as nothing hurts her innocent little heart, I could deal with whatever. I was sure the parents would have a fit, but I was willing to risk their wrath to have her, there wasn’t much I wouldn’t face come to think of it, if it meant I could have her forever. I just had to play my cards right and bide my time.

I wanted to handle things in such a way that there wasn’t too much fallout. Which meant no breeding her before she was out of school. I’ll have to put that dream on hold for now. That shit would only make things more complicated than they already were.

JAXXON

“Don’t you think your little sister monopolizes way too much of your time? I mean I know she’s a needy little thing, but it can’t be healthy for her to get too attached to you. What about when you meet someone and settle down?” I wish this bitch would stop creeping up on me. And where did she get the idea that she had any say in my life?

“Cindy.” That’s all I had for her. I’d learned a while ago not to encourage her in anyway. She seems to have a weird fascination with me. Okay, if I weren’t so gone over my little temptress I would’ve probably fucked Cindy a long time ago; again. Too bad for her I’d laid eyes on my little Bree first and she had spoiled me for all women.

“Well, aren’t you gonna answer my question?” She tried that hand in the hair thing but I evaded her grabby fingers. “There’s nothing to answer, what I do or do not do with my stepsister is none of your concern, didn’t we have this conversation before?”

“What happened to you? You used to be so much fun.” Yeah, Cindy was an old high school lay, not that we were exclusive or anything, this thing I had going with Brianna was my first foray into monogamy. It was funny, but the guy who’d always needed variety because he could never find what he was looking for between the thighs of one woman, was these days salivating over one teenage girl.

“I grew up Cindy, why don’t you do the same? Aren’t you dating Jeff or Greg or whoever the PE teacher is?” I needed to get the fuck away from her and fast. One thing I’d learned about Bree, she has a jealous streak a mile wide, and though she tries to hide it, I’d seen it more than once. I wasn’t so much worried about that as I was about her fears of someone else taking me away from her, and the insecurity that stems from that.

We both know we’re on borrowed time, that it’s only a matter of time before we’re either caught, or have to come clean. But no matter how much I try to convince her that I’d never leave she still fears my past and the man I used to be.

“We can still have some fun.” She gave me that sweet sickening smile that made my skin crawl. For a man who’d enjoyed playing the field, I find I preferred my baby’s sexual innocence to this. I made a quick escape and headed to my first class after the break.

Instead of focusing on math equations, my mind was full of her and the night to come. She kept inviting herself over to my place and I kept rebuffing her. Not because I didn’t want her there, if I could I’d have her with me always. But I knew if we kept this shit up it would only be a matter of time before someone figured our shit out and as much as she thought she was, she wasn’t ready for that.

She’d had it rough for the last couple of years with her dad leaving her mom for a much younger model, which she saw as him rejecting her. Add the fact that her dad just had a new baby and hardly had any time for her, and you can imagine what was going on inside her teenage heart.

There were times in the beginning that I’d worried she was just using me as a substitute, but the way she comes alive under me soon convinced me otherwise. She was as much mine as I was hers that was enough for me. Not that it would’ve made much of a difference I’m afraid to say. I want her, I’m keeping her that’s all there is to it.

***

She was already in class, not looking at all like the well-fucked hoyden who’d just left my bed, but more like the studios teenager she wanted the world to see. I put my hand in my pocket where she’d slipped her dirty underwear just before we’d parted, which was when Cindy had seen us together so I had no chance to put it away.

I ran my thumb over the silk crotch where I could feel her juices and mine and my cock stiffened. She seemed to know just what I was doing, as she opened and closed her legs in a seemingly innocent move from her place in the second row from the front. I wonder if she knew she was positioned perfectly for a crotch shot.

When she eased her hand down to her thigh and ran her fingers teasingly up and down her flesh, making me lick my suddenly dry lips, I knew it was time to look away. Thank fuck the rest of the class was being their unruly selves and didn’t notice. I mouthed the word ‘later’ to her and got started on educating.

***

BRIANNA

I can feel my pussy juicing as he moves around the room. It’s his voice, his hair, his walk; everything about him does it for me. I know what the world sees when it looks at me. They see, if not the ugly duckling, then an imperfect swan.

Not because that’s what I am, but because that’s what I chose to show them. I’d never really been an extrovert, and then after the number my dad had done on us just as I was starting to bloom, well, I’d just decided to stay hidden.

I’d lost all faith in men. I mean if the man I looked up to and held most dear could just screw us over without a thought, what was the point? I’d buried myself in my schoolwork and let myself get lost somehow. It was easier than facing the fact that my dad didn’t want me, that it had been so easy for him to discard me like a piece of garbage.

Mom hadn’t been down as long as I had. It seemed like she’d bounced right back, and been back in the swing of things before the divorce was even final. Me, not so much! I was mad at the world and wanted everyone to know it.

I lost what few friends I had, and instead of coming out of my shell as most almost eighteen year olds usually did, I went deeper into hiding. It sucked that I’d only just started noticing my potential too when this all happened.

For years I used to wonder how two such beautiful people could produce such an ordinary person. Neither of my parents had had to wear braces of glasses, or the hated retainer. They were the proverbial jock and cheerleader types. Me on the other hand, was the epitome of every B movie nerd.

It was only about a month or so before dad pulled his disappearing act that the braces came off and I got clear contacts that I noticed who was living under that shell. I was amazed and confounded at once. But instead of heralding my new discovery, I kept it hidden, dreaming of the day when I would reveal it in the most magnificent way.

But I never got the chance. Instead I was made to feel even more unworthy because of what my dad had done, and so that beautiful butterfly that had just found her wings, went back into her cocoon. And then he came, Jaxxon Slade. Even his name makes me wanna do him, and do him, and do him…I think it’s safe to say I’ve become a wanton hussy.

I’d decided I wanted him and now he was mine and the ugly duckling was no longer. These days I feel like the most desirable woman in the world, and when I’m under him and he’s buried deep inside me, whispering words of love as he looks into my eyes; I know that I am.

Who would’ve ever thought that I would be sitting in math class in Elmore High, with a bare pussy, giving my older stepbrother crotch shots? And who would’ve ever thought that someone like him would ever fall for someone like me?

I had a hard time believing it myself sometimes, and I’ve seen the way the other females around here look at him, both students and faculty alike. Even with my new makeover I knew I wasn’t his usual fare, that he was accustomed to beautiful blondes who looked like they walked off a catwalk, at least that’s what all the whispers say. And that teacher Ms. Smalls was always sniffing around him, I’d seen her after I walked away and left him with my little token.

No way was I letting her or anyone else take him from me.

That’s why I have a plan, and why tonight is so important. I’m ovulating and it’s my peak time.