Read My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance Online
Authors: Nicole Price
“I want you to take your clothes off first,” and I continued, “then I'll tell you.”
He smiled and grabbed the hem of his shirt, slightly exposing his six pack abs to me, when I stopped him by putting my hand flat against his hard stomach, “no, stand up.” I said. He looked at me surprised by my request, but then he did as I asked. He moved from between my thighs and stood up on the side of the bed, towering over me on top of the mattress. My body sunk in by the weight he was creating on the mattress. He pulled off his gray shirt, and his pale skin was tight and firm against his muscles. He was perfectly sculpted. He made eye contact with me and his mouth open slightly in a mischievous way as he unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He grabbed them by the hem with his thumbs and pulled them and his boxer shorts off in one quick movement and stepped out of them. Now he was towering over me as I laid down on the bed. He then stood up on the bed and I looked up at him as though he was a god. He was absolutely stunning, and it took my breath away. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to catch my breath. His long, fat cock stood straight up against his stomach nearly reaching his belly button. It was surrounded by soft dark curls and I wanted to get on my knees and lick him up and down, just like a Popsicle. But there was no time for that. He came back down to my level and moved himself between my thighs once again, I was lost in the moment. I couldn't think about anything else but having him inside of me right then and there. I have been waiting for this moment since I was a teenager, and now was happening and I couldn't wait one second more.
“I long to be inside you,” he said as he kissed my lips softly and placed the tip of his cock inside of me. I opened my thighs wider and wider ready to receive him, I was ready to receive this magnificent gift. Then he did something that I was not expecting. My hands were laid out on either side of my head against the bed with my palms up. He soon leaned over me on his elbows and put his hands flat against mine as if we were holding hands. His fingers interlocked mine. He covered my mouth with his and kissed me at the exact same moment that he pushed his cock deep inside of me. I moaned into his mouth… It was a very romantic way to penetrate a woman. We were now slowly fucking and holding hands, it was beautiful. He groaned loudly as he pushed his cock deeper inside of me slowly, inch by inch and I savored every second. Then he was finally all the way inside of me and we both moaned in satisfaction.
“Yes, yes, yes…” he whispered over and over as he rocked his hips back and forth, moving inside me. “You feel so good, you are so tight. You are the tightest woman I have ever been with.”
His words were delicious to me. I pushed my fingers into his hair and held on tight as his thick heavy muscular body pushed down on me and his scent enveloped me. All of my senses were being stimulated. His cock was moving in and out of me, right after I had just experienced an orgasm and was extremely sensitive; it felt like a combination of a tickle and caressing pleasure. It was warm and wet, and extremely stimulating. Jackson kissed my breasts, he kissed my neck, he kissed my cheek, and he kissed my lips, thoroughly exploring my body with his mouth while he was inside of me. It was as though he could not get enough of me, and I liked knowing that. It made me feel very desirable and like a gorgeous feminine woman. He would slow down as he moved in and out of me and groaned as though he was thoroughly enjoying himself, but trying not to come too soon… Not yet at least. Then he would begin to move slowly, escalating until he was moving faster and faster, slamming his body against mine, as the noises of our lovemaking filled the room. Our skin slapping together echoed off the walls, his walls. I remembered once again that I was living under his roof, and he was now inside of me, and that I had dreamed of this for decades… And with that I said, “I'm coming… I'm coming again,” I whimpered out loud. It was the culmination of all of those things that made me explode into another orgasm.
JACKSON
It was the longest flight. I thought that being away on business to shoot a few scenes would be a great distraction, but it only works some of the time. The entire time I was away, I was thinking about Rosalyn. There was something about her that I could not place. I don't know why she occupied my thoughts like she did. Besides being a brilliant writer, and having a deep connection with her, which I have never had before with a woman… She wasn't that different than any other woman. I had experienced many women. I was notorious for it. And yet this small framed woman with an hourglass figure, nice hips and big tits was all that I could think about. Was it simply because we were interrupted and I hadn’t had a chance to fully have her? Or was it something else?
After that incident we had spent weeks apart, and only coldly greeted each other at one meeting. So when the opportunity came up to ask her to move in while I was away on the shoot, I saw it as the perfect way to get her back into my life. Sure, it was a little manipulative on my part… But I never said I was a good guy. I did what I wanted, when I wanted. And once I set my sights on something, I went full force, including in my acting career. I have never wavered from going after what I wanted, and that made me into the successful man I am today. So the entire flight my imagination went wild. I thought about walking straight into my home picking her up and fucking her against the wall, because I would not be able to make it to the bedroom. I couldn't hold out any longer, and I sincerely hoped that she would not reject me.
When I finally reached my house, it was almost midnight. The delays in the flight and dealing with the airports red tape and traffic had me coming home at a late hour. When I entered the house it was quiet, and a frown came over me as I realized that she must be asleep already. This meant I would have to wait until morning. “Shit…” I whispered to myself as I let my bags drop to the floor. I guess there was no harm in peeking in on her. At least in my eyes could be satisfied with seeing her once more sleeping like the fragile angel that I longed to take care of.
I quietly made my way down the long hallway and into her wing of the house, and smiled to myself knowing that she had been living under my roof. I wanted to take care of her, it made me feel good to take care of people… especially the ones that I really liked. Then I heard her giggle and I stopped in my tracks. What if she was not alone? I had no right to expect her not to have a life while I was away, even while she was living here. I never made it a point to say while you live under my roof you are my slave. Her giggle gave me some warmth as I enjoyed hearing her sounding so happy, but not for another man. I walked quieter and slower to peek in then I saw her sitting in her nightgown with the book in her lap as she laughed at what she read. Of course she was reading a book; my little intelligent and nerdy woman… I enjoyed the sight. It gave me great relief to see her in this way, and I watched her for a few seconds before I finally said something, “It's good to hear your laugh again.”
She looked up at me startled and then smiled. But the smiles between us did not last long as we realized the thick chemistry that was built up between us. I was relieved to see the look on her face that said I need you because I needed her to.
A few minutes later I was deep inside of her, as I fucked the waiting and longing out of me. I pushed my cock in and out of her faster and faster, wanting her to have another orgasm… At least one more before I released myself. Then she softly said, “I'm coming… I'm coming again.”
I felt the warmth of her honey all over my cock as she came all over me. “Yes, yes Rosalyn come for me… I want you to feel good,” I said, whispering the words in her ear.
Her legs wrapped around me tightly as she shook in orgasm. I smiled knowing that I had done that to her, it gave me great pleasure to make her come. I put my hand against the back of her thigh pushing up towards her stomach as I positioned my body at an angle and lowered my head so that I could watch my cock go in and out of her wet slippery center. “Oh fuck, oh fuck…” I said as I watch the spectacular vision in front of me. I loved watching my cock inside of her as she moaned and wiggled under me, her petite frame made me feel like such a man. She was fragile and I needed to be careful, I was huge compared to her… And what man wouldn't like that?
“Mmm... yeah… fuck yeah... You are so damn sexy Rosalyn,” was all that I could say as I enjoyed myself. Then I felt myself on the verge again. I tried to restrain myself but it was no use. My hands balled up into fists as I released myself inside of her and yelled out, groaning and moaning like an animal. She put her hands on my forearms which were flexed because my fists were in a ball as I orgasmed. She rubbed her hands up and down my forearms feeling the muscular tension there. “Yes you feel so good inside of me, Jackson,” she said, whispering the words softly.
I moved in and out of her faster and faster as I came, and then moved slower and slower, as all the wonderful sensations moved through me. Then I collapsed on top of her, moaning and kissing her neck as she ran her hands all over my back. I finally had it… Sweet release, and it was better than I had hoped.
We said nothing as we laid there in silence, fully enjoying what had just happened between us. There was no point in putting it into words. We both knew that it was an epic experience unlike any other, at least for me it was. I looked over at her, she had her eyes closed and her mouth open as she breathed in heavily, trying to catch her breath. She was stunning to me, and though she did not have those normal traits that a model or actress would have, she was more beautiful to me than any of those women because she was different. I would never be able to put my hand on exactly what made her different, but that mystery would always intrigue me. I suddenly found myself wanting to shout from the rooftops that I had found the one. For someone like me in my late 40’s, I never thought it was possible. I never thought that she was out there, but here she was right in front of me, and in the same bed. It was then that I knew, Jackson Lane, the womanizing bad boy was no more, my heart belonged to Rosalyn.
“Where have you been all my life?” I said honestly.
She looked over at me startled that I had said such a thing, but I meant every word of it. Her eyes started to water and she said, “I have been trying to get here for years. I have been trying to get to you, or at least my heart has. I guess I just didn't think it was possible, so I never took any action towards it, but following my passion of writing… somehow led me to you anyway,” she said in a very vulnerable way and her voice was very weak. I turned on my side and spooned her entire body and kissed her, pulling her close to me. This was how we fell asleep.
The next morning I was ready to share everything with the world. We woke up and after enjoying a round of morning pleasure, I demanded that she let me take her to breakfast.
“As long as you take me on your motorcycle,” she said. I smiled at her words knowing that she liked riding my bike as much as I did. It was perfect.
“Anything you want Rosalyn,” I said.
“Where are we going for breakfast?” She asked.
“I am taking you to the Beverly Wilshire Hotel,” I said is I got dressed. She gasped at my response, “but that is paparazzi central! They would never leave us alone,” she said.
“I know, that is why I am taking you,” I said as I walked out of the room leaving her speechless. A few minutes later the bike was rumbling underneath me and she was wrapped around me as she sat behind me. I smiled my biggest smile, ready for us to be seen as a couple, something I had not done in years. It was exciting to have this new ground of territory, this new frontier that I could explore with her. Sunset was crowded with Sunday traffic, tourists, and of course the paparazzi. Every stoplight seemed to be full of them and we could hear them snapping away and calling out my name. We finally turned down Rodeo drive and pulled into the hotel.
“We would like a table outside please,” I said to the host as Rosalyn looked at me with wide eyes. She knew that the outside tables were right on the busy side walk along the street.
“What are you up to exactly?” She laughed as she whispered in my ear.
“Nothing in particular, I just want to share you with the world, because I am happy that we have found each other. Is that so unusual?” I said as we walked towards the tables.
“Well… Yes it is,” she laughed.
We ordered a hearty breakfast to fill our bellies after hours and hours of lovemaking. We had Irish coffees and once we were done with our meals it did not take long for the sharks to show up. Before we knew it we heard, “Jackson look this way, please!” A random photographer said as they started to line up on the sidewalk snapping photos. Usually I would put my hands up to cover my face and would walk away, but today was different. I looked directly at them and smiled.
“Who is the lovely lady?” Another photographer yelled as they snapped photos. I could see Rosalyn blushing red. Clearly she was not used to this kind of attention, nor did I think she liked it.