A Real Bad Boy(8)

He was so fucking hot. I moved my mouth up and down his shaft, moaning into his cock as I looked up at him.

He grabbed my hair and pulled, just slightly. "Yeah, baby."

His deep, soulful voice sent a chill down my spine and another up my  thighs. I was so fucking wet that my panties were starting to get  uncomfortable.                       
       
           



       

"You look so fucking hot, babe." He grabbed my head and gave a little  thrust, forcing his cock into my mouth just a little further. I moaned  again, and he growled as he fucked my mouth.

My eyes watered, but I didn't care. I just wanted to feel him, wanted to  feel this. It was my brand of poison, the one thing that took me to a  place where I didn't have to worry about anything. And I was okay with  that.

"Fuck, Willow." He pulled me off his cock then pushed me back down so  that my back was flat against the mattress. He shucked his pants and  boxers all the way off before he crawled on me and grinned. "You keep  doing that, and I'll cum right in your mouth, but there is so much left  to do." He smirked as he kissed my neck and moved down to my collarbone.  I winced as he kissed right where it had been broken, but I didn't let  him know that. He moved further down, finding my breast and cradling it  in his hand as he flicked his tongue over my nipple. Fuck.

I arched my back and moaned as he bit down just slightly. It was a  little shock of pain that was followed by pleasure and sent me reeling.  It was so damn good.

I felt him grin against my skin as he continued lower, making a trail down my belly until he got to my panties.

"Well now, these have to go," he said as he slipped his fingers into them and pulled them down. "You are really wet, baby."

I nodded and spread my legs just a little further so that he could see it all. I was so wet, and I wanted him so badly.

When his mouth met the crest of my pussy, I bucked right into his face. I  was expecting it, but no amount of expectation could make it feel that  good. He immediately found my clit and gave it a little lick.

Damn. I hissed then let out a long, slow breath as I adjusted myself.  Zach grabbed my hips and pulled me deeper into him, his tongue exploring  my slit as he slid a finger inside of me.

Fuck, the amount of pleasure I was feeling was absolutely insane. It was  crazy and body-wracking. He was so fucking good at this.

I'd never experienced this level of pleasure before, and I didn't want it to end.

But I was so very close to cumming. I shook as I reached down and ran my  hand through his raven locks. They were thick and soft, and the perfect  thing to grab ahold of while my body bucked and gyrated.

I came in his mouth, the screams coming from mine so loud and guttural  that I was sure I was going to wake the entire neighborhood.

They only seemed to spur him on, though, because he kept fucking me, his  fingers moving in and out of me while he drank all my juices. Finally,  when I was utterly spent, he pulled back away from me.

"How do you want me, Willow? Soft and gentle, or hard and fast?"

I couldn't believe he was asking me. I let out a final moan and shook as  he finally said what I wanted. "I want it hard, hard and messy and  fast. I want it to hurt and feel good at the same time."

I wanted pleasure with the pain. I wanted to own it. That was exactly what I was looking for.





Zach



I could do hard. It was what I wanted. What I was dreaming of with her.  So I crawled up her, and I pushed her legs up so that they were around  my shoulders. My cock was throbbing as I lined it up with her tight  little hole, and I couldn't help myself. I moaned as I sheathed myself  inside of her. She was so fucking tight. So amazingly taut as I slowly  slid into her perfect pussy.

Fuck. It was like she was built just for me.

I wanted nothing more than this moment over and over again.

"Fuck. Zach," she moaned as she reached for my neck. "More. I want more. Now."

I grabbed those hips of hers and drove into her over and over again  until I could feel the end of her pussy. Until I bottomed out. Fuck. It  felt so damn good, and I could tell by the way she was moaning that she  felt the same way.

I increased my pace, sweat prickling up on my skin as she cried out for me. My name. She said it over and over again.

"Willow." I ground out hers as I thrust inside her body. "How does it feel, baby?"

"I want more. More," she panted as she reached up and dug her nails into  me. I could tell by the way she looked into my eyes that there was  nothing more she wanted but me.

Fuck, it made me feel important in that moment. I wanted to touch her, to feel her.

"Don't stop," she begged as I reached up and grabbed her nipple,  pinching it just enough to give her a little stab of pleasure to go with  her pain.

"Fuck, yes." She was enjoying every fucking second of this, her body  moving and swaying against mine so that each thrust was a little bit  harder, each moment a little less fluid.

She really did want it rough.

I dug my nails into her hips and slammed myself into her as hard as I  possibly could. The friction between us built, and I knew it wouldn't be  long now. It wouldn't be long until we were both cumming. I could tell  by the way she was shaking as she clutched me, her nails all but  embedded in my skin. I wasn't the only one enjoying this.                       
       
           



       

"Do you want it?" I asked as I looked down into her eyes. "Do you want this?"

She nodded, nothing but a moan escaping her lips. Willow was past the  point of talking, and that only made me want to go harder, faster. I  wanted to make her cum again and again. So I bent down and kissed her as  I pumped myself in and out of her body.

She rewarded me with a tortured moan of ecstasy as her pussy clamped down over my raging cock.

It was all I needed to send me over the edge as well. I grunted into her kiss and came, filling her with me.

Fuck. It was so fucking sexy watching her as she shook and bucked, those last final little bits of orgasm controlling her.

When she was done, I slid out of her and rolled over, wrapping my arms  around her. She was mine. This woman was everything I'd ever wanted  years ago, and now she was mine. I didn't know for how long, and I  didn't care. All that mattered was this moment.

I wasn't going to waste it.





Willow



I woke up with his arms still wrapped around me. I wasn't expecting  that. How long had it been? I looked out the window, still dark. Must've  been only a few hours. I wasn't expecting anything but the bed and me. I  didn't think he was the kind of guy who would stay there and hold me.

"What was it like?" I asked finally. I'd been wondering for a while.

"What was what like?" He chuckled as he asked.

"Being in the Army. Being a soldier."

"It was a lot of things. It taught me a lot."

"Was it lonely?"

"I guess. Just like any other part of my life."

"Why did you go?" I asked.

"What did I have keeping me here?" he said, his voice rough. His mother  died when he was in high school. That was when he went to live with  Ruby's parents. It had been hard to hear of him going through that, even  if he and I had been busy antagonizing each other.

"I'm sorry, Zach."

"Don't be. It was forever ago." He waved it away and looked over at me. "What brought you back here?" he asked.

"Back to Atlanta? Honestly, it was Ruby. I don't actually have anyone  else here anymore." My mother had met a man in Florida and gone to live  with him; no one knew where my father was. It had been like that for  almost a decade.

"She's about the only family I have too. Well, that and her parents." He  grinned. "I got into a lot of shit after my mom died. Fights, some  stupid shit. Ruby was there for me. She covered for me. Hell, she got me  out of a lot of scrapes. So did you."

I nodded. I remembered a few of them.

"I can't say I've gotten any better at avoiding trouble, but now I know  how to take care of myself. And I know how to get what I want." He bent  down and kissed the top of my forehead. "No matter the cost."

I clung to him, my body still hot and sticky from our lovemaking.

"You stay here tonight," he said. It wasn't a question. Whenever he  spoke like that, my hairs stood on end and I fought the urge to blindly  agree. It wasn't because of my past. Or Elijah. It was because I wanted  to do whatever he wanted me to.

I wanted to please him. He had the kind of voice that only a leader had. I knew exactly what I wanted, and it was him.

"I have to go to work, but I'll call. I'll check in," he said as he sat up and pulled the sheets off his body.

"You're leaving?" I asked as I sat up and looked at him. I wasn't expecting this.