SEALed Bride: A Bad Boy Romance (Includes bonus novel Jerked!) (37 page)

I bit her earlobe. “You dirty slut.”

She gasped. “Fuck.”

“You like that?”

“Yes.” She pushed me back, and I propped myself up on my elbows.

She flipped her thick hair over to one side and kissed down my abs, lingering on the defined muscles, before finally reaching my stiff cock. I could practically hear the blood pumping through it, and every fiber of my being was screaming for her tongue to touch my tip. She glanced up at me and gave me this look, this fucking adorable and beyond-sexy look, and then took me in her mouth.

I gripped the sheets as she sucked me slowly. I’d had plenty of girls blow me, but I’d been dreaming of watching my shaft slip slowly into Brenna’s mouth for years. It was almost too much, seeing her gorgeous face begin to suck my cock.

She worked the shaft of me with her other hand, gathering the spit that dropped from her mouth, and began to move faster.

“Holy shit,” I groaned.

She didn’t react, only began to suck me harder. It was something completely new, some entirely new intense sensation traveling through my cock, balls, and skull. She began to suck me faster and I watched as her tits bounced softly. I looked over her and down her spine, along its curve, toward her hips and sweet ass as she continued to suck me.

“Condom,” I grunted at her.

She pulled my cock from her mouth with a slight pop. I almost lost it right here.

“Top drawer.” She nodded at the nightstand.

I reached over and opened it as I felt her tongue begin to lick around my shaft again. I grunted, and tried very hard to concentrate on finding a condom. Simple tasks turned out to be pretty hard with her mouth distracting me from my work.

Finally, I found the square wrapper and pulled it out, ripping it open with my teeth. I sat up and took her chin in my hand, pulling her face from my dick. I smashed my mouth against hers and kissed her deeply, letting our mouths open and tongues touch. I wanted her taste so badly, wanted every inch of her. As we kissed, I moved forward, pressing her back down onto the bed. Her tits and hair pooled around her as I positioned myself, her legs spread wide for me.

She looked down at me as I rolled the condom over my dick.

“Are you sure?” she said.

“More fucking sure than I’ve ever been.”

“No, I mean, you’re pretty—“

I didn’t let her finish her sentence. I was pretty big, but I knew she could take it. And I proved it to her by pressing the tip of my dick against her and slowly moving myself inside of her.

It was like coming home. She gasped and gripped the sheets as I slid completely into her, the warm and wet walls of her pussy gripping my dick like a vice.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted.

“Oh, my god, Colin.”

I leaned forward and kissed her neck. “I want to fill every inch of you.”

I began to work my hips, sliding in and out of her. Every motion send thrills and jolts of pleasure through me, and the soft moans she let out were almost too much. I clenched my jaw to stay in control as her smell and skin and perfect tits and hips all worked to overwhelm me.

“Ah, fuck,” she moaned as I began to move faster.

Her tits bounced with every hard, deep thrust. I grabbed her wrists and held them up above her head, pinning her down to the bed as I fucked her. I wanted to control her body, to make her ring with pleasure as my cock slammed deep into her core. I wanted to tear her to pieces and build her back up. I wanted to make her come so hard she forgot her name.

My dick kept thrusting into her and she groaned.

“Is that what you like, you slut?” I said into her ear.

“Fuck you,” she said back.

I replied by thrusting my dick in harder and she moaned, clearly loving it.

“Don’t talk back to me.”

“Oh, fuck, you asshole,” she groaned louder.

I slammed harder into her, pinning her hands down, and licked her nipples and teased them with my tongue. As she started to enjoy it, I bit softly, and she moaned. I could tell she loved it.

“You like it when I bite you,” I grunted.

“Ugh, yes, keep going,” she said, breathless.

I adjusted myself and pulled her one leg up, gripping her hip, sliding my dick in even deeper. She let out a deep, low moan, and her eyes rolled back slightly as I pounded into her. My muscles were tense and sweat began to roll down our bodies. I worked her that way, hips slightly raised, one hand supporting her while the other held her hands pinned above her head. Our bodies rocked back and forth together.

Her hips told me what she wanted. When she wanted it harder, her hip worked faster, and I moved to compensate. When she wanted it slower, her hips moved less. I moved with her and time disappeared, my cock sliding in and out of her soaked-through pussy, the only sound our skin pressing together and her soft moans.

And then her body tensed as her hips began to gyrate, working hard against my body. I fucked her deep and rough, gritting my teeth as my dick slammed into her.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” she panted.

I kept moving, matching her pace, sliding my dick in deep and filling her up. Her hands griped mine as her tits bounced with the strength of my strokes.

“Right there, Colin,” she moaned.

“Are you coming for me?” I grunted at her.

“Yeah, make me come.”

And I watched as her whole body tensed and began to spasm, her back arching and her legs flexing. I kept going, fucking her deep and smooth, sliding and filling her soaked and tight body as she came. Her eyes rolled back and she let out low, deep moans, and I almost lost it as her back bent up.

As soon as it started, it began to subside, and she relaxed.

“Holy shit,” she said, breathing deep.

I grinned at her, sliding in and out slowly. “Yeah.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before.”

“Let’s see if we can do better.”

She laughed. “I don’t think—“

I pulled myself out of her, interrupting her sentence, and she gasped. I grabbed her hips and flipped her around. Her beautiful ass hung up in the air, her soaked pussy aching for me. I pressed my face forward and licked her pussy from behind. She squirmed but positioned herself better to take me. I moved back away, savoring her taste again, and I pressed myself back inside her. She let out a loud gasp.

“That’s what I fucking wanted,” I grunted at her.

I began to slide in and out, gripping her hips. She reached forward and gripped the sheets.

“I love this perfect fucking ass,” I said and slapped her skin.

She let out a moan. I slapped her ass again, leaving a red mark, and she began to buck her hips back up against my hard dick, riding my length. I knew she liked it when I was rough, but I didn’t realized just how much she wanted it.

“Fuck yes, take that dick.”

“Again,” she moaned.

I slapped her ass, loving the sound.

“Oh, fuck. Harder.”

I slapped her ass again, harder, then pushed her face down against the comforter and began to thrust into her rough. She’d had enough fun and I wanted that pussy; I wanted to make it mine. She moaned loudly as I pulled her hair, slamming my cock deep into her, beating her pussy up. I wanted her to remember my dick for the next few hours, and she didn’t seem to mind.

I grabbed her tits and squeezed her nipples, and she kept her ass up in the air for me as I moved into her. I rocked myself in and out of her sweet, wet pussy, moving faster and slower, making her moan as loudly as I could. I loved it, loved having control over her body.

She looked back at me as my pace increased, slamming in and out, thrusting my cock into her deeply. Her lips were slightly parted, and I could see her body beginning to tense. I reached around her hips and began to stroke her clit in time with my thrusts.

That was it. She began to come again from the pressure on her clit, and that pushed me over the edge. Her body writhing and her moaning drove me crazy. As her muscles tensed and her back arched, I could feel myself explode into her pussy.

The sweet nothing, the incredible blank pleasure of an orgasm flooded through my body, and there was only Bren and her perfect pussy wrapped around my dick, and her moans and her skin, and I kept thrusting, helping her come as hard as I could.

And finally, slowly, we both came down.

I slipped myself from her and collapsed onto the bed.

“Colin,” she said, breathless.

“Yeah, I know.”

She put her head on my chest.

We lay like that, breathing in deep, letting the post-fuck glow crawl all over our bodies. Usually, I’d be getting into the shower and trying to hustle whatever skanky bar whore I had brought home out of my place, but there was nothing else I wanted in the world than to stay in Bren’s bed and to feel her heat against mine.

“That was....” she started, and trailed off.

“Yeah, it was.”

“I can’t say a complete sentence.” She giggled.

I laughed. Her giggle was so fucking cute.

“You’ve got sex brain.”

“You fucked the stupid into me.”

I laughed. “I banged your brains out.”

“Ooh, good one.”

I could feel her smiling.

“You know—“ she started again then stopped.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s weird.”

I looked at her. “Weirder than ‘you fucked the stupid into me’?”

She laughed. “Okay, probably not.”

“So, go for it.”

“Well, it’s weird. You know that it was Davin’s fault that Dad is going to adopt you, right? In a way, it’s his fault that I just let my future stepbrother give me the best two orgasms of my life.”

I felt my whole body go still. “What?”

She looked up at me. “Yeah, Davin suggested that Dad adopt you.”

“How do you know that?”

“Dad told me.”

“When?”

“Not long ago.”

“No, I mean, when did Davin tell your dad to adopt me?”

She thought for a second. “Right around the time I was coming home.”

I felt like someone shot me in the chest. My muscles tensed as rage replaced whatever contentment and joy I had been experiencing.

Davin. That mother-fucking piece of human garbage shit. That cock-sucking swine, that piece of rodent waste.
He knew this would happen
, I thought.

There was no way Davin would suggest O’Brian adopt me unless it somehow benefitted him in the long run. There just was no way that he would do something that would help solidify my position. And he was the only one in the world that knew how I felt about Brenna. He knew that I had a thing for her and he probably guessed that I wasn’t over it.

And he wanted me to become her stepbrother.

This was his plan all along.

I looked down at Bren, horrified.

“What’s going on?”

“Davin wanted this.”

She sat up, looking at me like I was crazy. “What are you talking about?”

“That’s why he suggested the adoption. He knew this would happen.”

“How could he possibly know that?”

I clenched my jaw. I couldn’t tell her. “He just did. He’s a snake, Bren.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Davin would never, ever suggest O’Brian do something that would favor me over him. He just wouldn’t. So, why would he want O’Brian to adopt me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s not as bad as you think.”

Bren began to wrap the towel around her, and I knew I was losing her. But I was too angry to explain myself properly, too beyond-pissed to pull myself back in and try to salvage what was happening.

“It’s his plan, Bren. He’s a snake fuck.”

“I think I’m going to take a shower.”

“Bren, listen—“

“It’s okay. Really, it’s not a big deal. I’m just covered in sweat.”

I sighed. “Fine, okay. But I’m not making this up.”

She looked at me for a second, and nodded. “I believe you.”

The tense anger lessened slightly. I leaned forward and took her face in my hands and kissed her softly on the lips. She didn’t pull away.

“Thanks. I’m going to fix this.”

She nodded. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I trust you.”

“Okay. Go shower.”

She gave me another long look and nodded again. She stood, towel wrapped around her body, walked out of her room, and moved out into the hallway.

I watched her go. I had to get myself under control. Davin wasn’t the enemy; Fabrizio was the bigger threat. I had to deal with him first, and then I could figure out what to do about Davin and the adoption.

One fucking thing at a time.

I pulled the condom from my dick and wrapped it in some tissues.

I
looked up at the ceiling and could feel him sleeping restlessly next to me. It was already pretty early in the morning, and although I hadn’t slept much the night before, I felt wide awake. There was an ache between my legs were Colin had worked me the night before, relentlessly bringing me to orgasm and letting me dip back down to normal. I had never been with a man like that. People always talked about being insatiable, but Colin really was starving for me, and didn’t let up.

And I loved it. The ache in my pussy, everything.

I slowly climbed out of bed and wrapped a robe around my body. I tiptoed out into the hallway and down into the kitchen. The house was silent and empty, like I had expected it to be. I was nervous about Dad catching Colin and me, but I knew it wasn’t likely. He barely lived in his own house.

I regretted the shower after the first time. I didn’t know why I needed it. I probably just needed a few minutes away from him. It was just too intense, what had happened between us. And frankly, his anger had scared me a little bit. He nearly flipped out when I told him about Davin, and I didn’t exactly understand what was going on there. I decided it was better if I didn’t push.

I put on a pot of coffee and sighed. There was so much happening around me that it was hard to keep it all straight. I was being chased by my psycho ex-boyfriend who happened to be an Italian gangster, and I was fucking my soon-to-be adopted stepbrother. Added to that was all of the politics and normal dangers of being an Irish Mobster—all under my own dad’s roof. Who also happens to be the Mob’s boss.