RICHARD (A BAD BOY ROMANCE) (18 page)

“May I touch my pussy, Sir?
I want to cum with you nice and deep inside of me.”

I smirked, reaching up and
pressing my lips against her own in another slow, passionate kiss. She worked
her hips up and down, her pussy riding that hard cock perfectly. I could
already feel that familiar pressure in my hips and gentle tightness in
my
cum-heavy balls.

“Do it,” I whispered,
looking down as she obeyed, her fingers dipping down into the velvety folds of
her pussy just above my pulsating shaft. Her nimble delicate fingers worked
slowly at first, brushing along her hard little nubbin until she let out a soft
gasp, her eyes closing as her hips moved in their perfect rhythm.

“Fuck!” she whined, her
cheeks flushing with color. I watched her tight little body, her muscles
shuddering as she felt the awakening of her own climax beginning to stir. I
smiled wickedly, reaching up to tease ever-so-gently at her pert little
nipples, leaning forward to take the opposite one into my mouth. “Oh God, Dick!”

I let out a soft growl as
my tongue softly encircled her erect little nip, slowly sucking on it before
flicking it with the very tip of my tongue. I could feel her body against mine,
her legs shaking as she struggled to keep rhythm, her mind filled with the
pleasures brought on by the feeling of her fingers against her clit.

“That’s it,” I cooed, my
lips brushing slowly up from her chest and up along her collarbone. I ran my
tongue ever so slightly along the line of her neck, tasting the sweetness of
her as she let out a whimpering scream of pleasure. “That’s my good girl.”

Jessica whined out loudly,
throwing her head back, her pace becoming more and more erratic. I did my best
to breathe. We were both close, and it took everything I had not to let myself
feel that sweet release I’d been longing for.

“Dick!” she whimpered,
leaning back, her body covered in a glossy sheen of sweat, her body working and
gyrating on top of my fat, thick cock. “Oh, fuck! Baby! I’m so close!”

I couldn’t speak, my brain
struck dumb as I felt the impending wave looking over my head, threatening to
overtake me at any moment. I closed my eyes, hoping to God I could hold out
until I heard her beginning to climax. I felt her pussy squeeze around my cock
ever so slightly, a spasm that told me that only a few more moments and I’d
feel my stepsister shudder in the throes of her own orgasm.

“Cum for me,” I growled
softly, taking every effort not to relent as I felt the torrential flood of my
own climax battering at the doors of my mind. I needed to feel her surrender to
me before I could reward her with what she wanted—a hot, thick load of my cum.

It was almost as though I
had flipped a switch inside of her, her back arching and her head going back as
she cried out. I could feel her relax, feel the tremble of her body letting go
as the wave of pleasure and ecstasy drowned her. Her hips bucked out of
control, her muscles tightening in no discernable pattern, only to be relaxed
once again.

I couldn’t hold back
anymore.

I let out a loud groan,
pumping my hips up against hers hard, the tightness in my balls reaching its
peak before the pressure lifted all at once. My cock exploded in a wave of
pleasure, electricity crackling through me as I felt the first gush of
my
cum shooting out from the tip of my cock. I gripped the
sheets, digging my nails into them as my own hips began to buck against hers.
With every pulse of my cock another hot rope of cum shot deep inside of her
body, coating the walls of her pussy with my seed.

I relaxed back against the
headboard as Jessica leaned herself forward, resting her head on my shoulder. I
wrapped my arms right around her, my eyes closed as we both relaxed, basking in
the warm glow of our shared orgasm. I breathed deep, taking in the wonderful
perfume of her hair as I began to slowly drift farther from consciousness.

“I love you, Dick,” she
whispered against my chest.

“I love you too, Jessica.”

And soon, everyone would
know. I’d shout it from the rooftops, if need be. I no longer cared about the
stigma, about what other people might say. Jessica was the only person I needed
to understand me. She was the only person I needed in all the world.

Now
that
was something worth shouting about.

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A
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By Nikki Wild and Evelyn
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Copyright 2016, Nikki Wild

Gunner

Ever
since I was a kid, I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to save people. To stop bad
things from ever happening to them.

But
somewhere along the way, I became a bad thing that happened to Tanya, my
stepsister. I ruined her life the night I walked away, leaving her all alone
with my prick of a father.

I
thought my chances at redemption were long gone. But then I pulled her out of a
burning building and discovered the kid I’d left behind had turned into a
gorgeous, damaged, impossible woman—one who needed more help than she even
knew.

I’m
going to save her. I won’t leave her side again.

Tanya

I’ve
spent years running from my past. From the memories of my abusive stepfather.
From any and all thought of Gunner, the stepbrother who’d left me high and dry.

So
when he pulled me out of an apartment fire and saved my life, it was a trip
down a dark and painful Memory Lane that I’d never ordered.

Gunner
is hot. And the same cocky jerk he was when we were kids. But now he’s a
fireman, too, and I’ve got bigger problems than the friction between us.
Problems that only he can solve.

I’ll
let him save me. But I won’t let him into my heart.

---THE FLAME---

I
was wreathed in shadows and searching for my sunflower. The one woman in all
the world who shared my soul—who was destined to be mine.

Where
she’d planted herself was not any kind of place for a flower of her beauty.
This was toxic soil. If she put down roots here, it would taint her all the way
through.

I
couldn’t let her stay. Whether she liked it or not, I was here to rescue her.
To save her from this hell. These poisonous shadows.

I
liked seeing her again. It had been so long. Though I didn’t like seeing her
this
way. Yes, she looked at home in the
spotlight. But it was all a performance. An act. Deep down, I knew who she
really was.

The
painfully shy girl who used to steal her mom’s bridal magazines and hide them
under her pillows like she was making a wish… As if the Tooth Fairy would be
replaced by the Husband Fairy, coming in the night bearing diamonds and a white
dress.

I’d
thought that was simple. Cute. Where was that girl now? Surely, not up there on
that stage wearing next to nothing, pulsing in time to the lights and sounds.

God.
She was worth writing a poem over. I had a little notebook in my coat pocket,
once I carried with me everywhere. It helped organize my thoughts, filter out
the voices. Mother’s voice. And Father’s.

Fire fixes everything,
I’d hear him say. And then my fingers would be burning, itching, yearning to
strike a match and let it drop. Let those flames do what they did best. Let
them
consume.

That’s
the way these men were looking at her now. Like they wanted to consume her.
Devour her whole.

I
thought of a verse. An incomparable verse, and not my own.

Like a fiend in a cloud

With howling woe,

After night I do
croud
,

And with night will
go_.
_._._

Blake—William—he
was perfection. The ultimate idol, truly worthy of worship. A better god than
the one my mother had believed in had ever turned out to be. But the honeyed
glow of his words darkened when I realized I was getting hard. Again.

That
was bad of me. Unclean
.
I hammered it
down with my fist when no one was looking and tore my eyes away from the
goddess I adored. From that bastion of purity trapped in Sodom’s
embrace_.
_._._

Where
my gaze fell next brought me pause. Then calamity. Then pure, blind rage. Anger
so thick it might as well have been smoke choking the life out of me, burning
my lungs.

What the fuck is
she
doing here?

I
watched her from the darkness. Saw her move. Saw her gyrate. She called herself
a “dancer,” as all these lost women did, but I knew what she was. She was
basking in the hellfire glow of her sin. And I’d seen her before, though it
took me a moment to realize where.

And
then my stomach turned. I didn’t understand. How could she be here, with that
siren’s call of her hips? How could she be standing in front of me, looking
straight at me, and have no idea who I was?

I
shook with fear and rage. How could she be alive, when not so very long ago,
I’d killed her?