RICHARD (A BAD BOY ROMANCE) (9 page)

“The perks of being the new
star quarterback,” he said, turning around to smirk at me. God, how I wanted to
kiss those lips, to hold his body against mine. My heart hadn’t stopped racing
since the restaurant, my stomach still a storm of flittering butterfly wings. I
was so nervous, so excited, so turned on that I swore that I would have fainted
if I didn’t find some way to calm myself down.

“Step inside,” he ordered, moving
out of the way as the door swung open, revealing a living room and a kitchen
just beyond.

I did as I was told,
standing just at the edge of the entry was as I heard Richard begin locking the
doors behind us. Everything looks new, freshly painted walls and updated appliances—this
was the kind of place you’d expect a really well-off bachelor to be living in,
not a college quarterback.

“This place is gorgeous,” I
whispered, turning to look at him. “You got all of this just from being on the
team?”

“No,” he said, shaking his
head, “this is what I got for giving up Yale to come here.”

“What do you mean?”

“This was a bribe” he said,
“something to sweeten the pot. When I called to tell them I was thinking about
enrolling here instead of Yale, they threw some incentives my way. This
apartment was one of them.”

“So you came here because
they offered you more than Yale did?” I asked, somewhat crestfallen.

“No,” Richard said, turning
toward me as he flipped the lights on. “I came here for you.”

I stared at him, glued to
the spot and completely dumbstruck. For a moment it felt like my brain had
completely shut off, error messages flashing all over my mind as it tried to
figure out what exactly Richard had meant.

“What do you mean? You came
here just to be closer to me?”

“More or less,” he said,
shrugging one shoulder. “I didn’t feel right leaving.”

“I don’t understand… I
thought you’d chosen Yale just to get the hell away from me?”

“No,” I said, taking a step
closer. I could feel my heart in my throat again. “I didn’t come here because
of missing my family. I came here because I wanted
you
.”

“Richard,” I whimpered,
staring into his eyes.

“Dick, or
Sir
,” he growled. “Now, take everything
off.”

“Yes, Dick,” I said,
slipping my arms out from the torn confines of my blouse, casting it onto the
floor before. A shiver ran through me, and I couldn’t decide whether it was
from the cold, or the pure excitement of undressing in front of my stepbrother.
I swallowed nervously, looking into his eyes as I began to undo the zipper of
my skirt and slide it off of my hips until it crumpled at my feet just like my
panties had done back in the restaurant.

“How long have you wanted
this?” he asked, his eyes eating me up like a full course meal as I obediently
began to unhook the back of my bra. I held the cups in place, clinging to one
last little shred of my virtue before it slipped away.

“For almost a year,” I
whispered, my voice weak as I watched his eyes focus onto my barely hidden
breasts. “It started out innocent… and then I couldn’t stop getting wet at the
thought of you, Sir.”

“Drop the bra,” Richard
ordered, his voice hard and demanding; I couldn’t help but shiver and squirm.

“Yes, Sir,” I said,
loosening my last hold on my innocence, and crossing the realm from fantasy
into an almost unbelievable reality.

Richard stepped toward me,
quickening my pulse once more as I stared into his eyes, transfixed by the
hunger and desire burning just behind them. I let out a soft, simpering moan,
my trembling body eager to feel his skin against my own.

“Are you wet for Dick?” he
asked, smiling at his double entendre. His hand softly stroked across my hip
before sliding between my thighs. I could feel the tips of his fingers dipping
ever so slightly into the places I’d let no other man touch before. I couldn’t
stop the moan that tore from my lips, my head gently lolling back as he slipped
a finger deeper into me.

“Yes, Sir!” I moaned. “I’m
always soaked for you. I can’t help it. Every time I see you, I soak myself
through. You make me want you so badly…”

Richard slid the rough tip
of his index finger against my clit, sending another moan escaping my lips. I
could feel my knees trembling, my mind slipping into a state of pure animal
desire. I was so horny, and the only man I’d ever truly wanted was mere inches
from my naked body. It was almost too much.

“Get on the ground,” he
snarled, my body quaking as I began to obey. “On your hands and knees.”

Yes!
I thought, beaming as I
eagerly knelt down, my ass in the air the way I’d always imagined. I’d never
once pictured Michael doing this to me, no matter how he’d made me feel when he
dominated me. Whenever he’d describe what he intended to do to me, the ways
he’d fuck me if he could, I would always picture Richard.

“I’m ready, Sir,” I said,
looking over my shoulder at him through my eyelashes, an expression of
mock-innocence playing across my face. “Please, take me…”

Richard’s fingers worked
his belt and zipper as I watched, my eyes locked on the bulge in his jeans in
anticipation. I’d never seen my stepbrother’s cock while we were together,
though not for lack of interest—or even lack of trying—but after all this time,
I knew the wait would be more than worth it.

I’d seen more than enough
porn to know what to expect, but none-the-less, Richard’s enormous cock was
more than impressive, even by those lofty standards. I watched as his thick
girth slid out from the confines of his boxers, a long, meaty shaft of rigid
iron that was standing to full attention just for me. I was practically
drooling as I watched him slowly slide out his full length, his jeans and
underwear falling around his ankles as he stepped out of them, tossing his
shirt off along the way.

“Oh, my God!” I whimpered,
watching as he came even closer, stroking his cock as he knelt down behind me.
“It’s so big, Richard!”

It wasn’t just big… Becky
was right! At the tip a small silver ring was pierced through the head. I’d
heard of prince albert piercings, but I’d never seen so much as a picture of
one before.

I turned to look ahead of
me as he got himself into position. I let out a soft whine, my eyes closing as
I imagined just how much of him I’d even be able to take, and then there was
the fact that I’d never done this before...

“Richard,
I—I mean, Dick… I’m a—”

“A sweet little virgin,” he
purred and I felt his tip grazing the entrance to my untouched opening. My body
gave an involuntary shudder of pleasure, the primal drive inside of me
screaming to be filled up, to have a thick, hard dick spill itself inside of
me. I felt like an animal, a bitch in heat that needed to be fucked.

“Yes, Sir,” I moaned,
feeling the soft press of his tip against my entrance.

“I’ll be gentle,” he
growled.

I felt the slow press of
his cock entering me, feeling his tip sliding past the tight opening. He was easing
it in and out just a bit at a time, slowly opening up my warm, wet depths. I
let out a cry, pain and pleasure fusing together as I did my best to relax into
the feeling of the tip of his dick inside me. He was so big, and my pussy felt
like I would split in half if he kept going.

“Fuck!” I moaned, breathing
deeply as I felt him stretching the delicate barrier that separated me from my
unbridled desires. I looked back into Richard’s eyes, begging silently for him
to press hard, to push past my cherry. I wanted him to strip me of the last
shred of innocence I had left. I tried so hard to relax, to breathe, but the
feeling of his thick dick inside me was too much.

I felt a sharp, tearing
pain, a whimper escaping from my lips as Richard’s strong hands held me hard by
the hips, keeping them from moving. He held himself inside of me, his hips
pressed against the firm roundness of my ass, his cock sheathed inside of my
body all the way to his base.

The pain was slow to ebb,
but my entire body was exploding with incredible sensation. I tried to relax,
relishing in the feeling of Richard’s thickness deep inside of me. I could
already feel my hips tightening as he slowly began to move himself back out,
his body beginning to piston back and forward in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Now you’re mine,” he
growled, bending over me to whisper into my ear. “And I’m not letting you go.”

“Good,” I whimpered,
pressing my ass back against him with every thrust.

I cried out as his pace
increased, burying my face in my arms as he began to slide himself harder and
faster into my pussy. The feeling of him filling me, driving that enormous cock
into my body was a sensation that I could hardly describe let alone get enough
of. On every stroke I could feel the metal ring running along the inside wall
as his girth stretched me to the limit. I felt like my body was on fire as my stepbrother
began pounding me harder and harder.

After what had happened at
the restaurant, I was already so close to climax, my body sitting on a razor’s
edge between the safety of my own sanity and the madness and mania that my
orgasm would undoubtedly inspire in me. I could feel it calling, a torrential
whirlwind of desire and lustful thoughts. It begged me to call out, to play the
part of the needy slut that wanted nothing more than a hard cock in her cunt.

I’m so close!” I cried,
feeling my body tighten in every muscle the longer my stepbrother drove himself
into me. “Give it to me… Give me your dick…”

Our bodies moved as one in
that quick, forceful rhythm. I exalted in the sheer size of him as he filled me
with his cock. I felt like I was melting, slowly losing myself in the rough,
lustful physicality of my stepbrother’s needful thrusts. His pace was becoming
erratic, his hips bucking again and again at almost random intervals. I could
feel Richard’s grip tightening on my hips as he pulled me nice and hard. I knew
what was coming soon, just as my own climax loomed just out of reach.

“That’s it, fuck me!” I
cried, my toes curling as I felt the pressure inside of my finally reaching its
breaking point. “I’m coming!”

I let out a whining,
whimpering moan as I felt all of my muscles shudder all at the same time. My
chest tightened for a moment, my breath abandoning me as I shut my eyes tight,
trying to brace myself against the battering waves of my orgasm. My pussy
squeezed tight around Richard’s cock, feeling him pulse and thrust deeper and
deeper into me even as my body contorted and writhed beneath him. I’d had more
than my share of orgasms in my life, but the sensation of my stepbrother
sliding in and out of me while I came brought the pleasure to whole new levels
I’d never imagined.

“Shit,” Richard whispered,
and I could feel him swelling up inside of my clenched pussy as it tried to
milk for the primal need for a man’s cum deep inside. Oh God… I couldn’t let
that happen!

“Cum on me, Sir,” I moaned,
looking up at him from over my shoulder. “Cum on me, please!”

I knew I’d never be able to
let him cum inside of me, not without going to the doctor for birth control,
but having his seed splashing over my skin would be the next best thing. It
felt like he would own me, that I’d belong to him. It was an act of submission
that would tell him that more than anything I wanted to be his.

My stepbrother slid himself
out of me, smirking at he took that big, thick cock in his hand and started to
stroke it nice and hard as I lay sprawled out in front of him, my ass still up
in the air as I watched him. I couldn’t help but stare as he stroked himself,
still practically drooling from my earth shaking climax.

“That’s it,” I whimpered,
biting on my lip in anticipation as I watched that red tip throb eagerly. “Give
it to me!”

Richard’s body shuddered
against mine and I could hear him gasp and moan as his cum began to well up at
the base of his thick cock, waiting to burst forward and coat my back in thick
ropes of his sticky seed. He stroked himself hard, looking down into my eyes as
I whimpered and pleaded to be covered in his spunk, knowing that he wouldn’t be
able to last long with the kind of encouragement I was giving him.