Bad Boy’s Baby(21)

God, what kind of man would risk a tattoo so near there?

What man actually wanted a tattoo so close to that sensitive area?

I knew that answer. The only man who would tattoo his cock was the playboy who planned to show it off.

That meant I was probably in trouble.

I was starting to like trouble.

Jack gripped me, tossing me over his body as he rested on the bed. He aimed me for that pulsing, thickening cock as my legs straddled his head. My stomach flipped. I never exposed myself like that before.

My fears dissolved as soon as his mouth regained his conquering of my slit. He seized my clit and enslaved me with his tongue.

My body jerked and shook and sweated. His thick cock hardened just for me. I captured it with a tentative hand, wrapping my fingers around the solid base. There was no way he’d fit this inside me. His cock was too big, almost villainous and intimidating. I could only imagine how full I’d be once it slid into my core.

Forced inside me.

Rutted through me.

I groaned and ran my tongue along the hot flesh, tracing a thick, pulsing vein and earning his gratitude. The muffled growl vibrated between my legs. His tongue slipped inside as the head of his cock popped into my mouth. The salty skin drove me wild, and I moaned like a wanton little whore over the taste of his cock.

Masculine. Clean.

Delicious.

What should have scared me only turned me on. I loved the weight of his cock in my hand, the heat, the unbelievable size. I’d savor every inch in my mouth if only to prepare my body to take the same inside my pussy.

Bare.

“Fuck, Kiss.” His whisper enthralled me. “Holy shit. Suck me like that.”

His tongue worshiped me, scorching the delicate skin with the rasp of his breath and tying me into a knot of absolute need. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. It prevented me from begging. He promised my clit the same pleasure as I whispered to his heated shaft.

I couldn’t hold back. His hardness and heat stole my mind, and the vulgarity of exposing my most intimate secrets to him overwhelmed what remained. My orgasm crested violently, as if he had struck me. I swallowed his cock and muted my cry with his thick flesh. The swirls of his tongue delivered me to a perfect agony. He suckled my clit and prepared me for the thrill of something far better.

I cried his name. He couldn’t hear me with my mouth stuffed full of cock. It was the most gratuitous, most sinful thing I’d ever done, and I came again and again at his will, because of his lips, in praise of his tongue.

My peak crashed me against his body, and Jack seized control. He tossed me off of him, forced me onto the bed, and spread my legs.

He saw everything.

My trembling.

My wetness.

My exposed and wanting pussy, needing his cock to slam me full of his seed.

He stared at me, watching as I convulsed and my breath pleaded with him in ragged gasps. His muscles tensed as if he fought himself. His broad shoulders and biceps tightened. Every tattoo on his arms flexed.

We passed lust and entered into a world of raging instinct. His inherent desire to dominate and seize trapped me between right and wrong and natural submission.

He spread my legs and settled between them. My puffy, swollen slit begged to be filled with his entire length. I shivered in the remnants of my orgasms, blinking away the dark halos that threatened my vision.

I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t care.

I couldn’t move. There was no other place for me in the world.

Jack’s appraisal of my body manifested in the tightening of his cock. It glistened from my attention, and he fisted it in his hand. He grunted with a dangerous arousal.

“Last chance to turn back,” he warned.

I licked my bottom lip, tasting where he bit too hard. “I’m not scared.”

“As soon as I shove my cock in you, I’m not pulling out.”

His words thrilled me.

“Do you promise?” I whispered.

“I’m not stopping, Kiss. You’re getting fucked, and nothing’s going to change that. But if you want me to put a condom on, now’s your last chance.”

No.

I hated the thought. I didn’t want anything separating us. My body needed to be full of him—not just his cock, but everything else that would come it.

I didn’t answer him. I rested against the bed and spread my legs a little lighter. My hips bumped up, brushing his hand, teasing the head of his unprotected cock against my slick petals.

Jack shattered. He jerked himself harder, but he understood. He lowered his cock as if to test me. Or maybe he teased himself. He rubbed the swollen head against my slit.

How could something so hard feel so soft?

And so hot…

I never took a bare cock before. It was too risky in relation to my grand plan. The head beaded with a dangerous, silken droplet. Jack stared at the little bead of pre-cum. We both held our breath as he ground his shaft into my slit once more, blending my wetness with his.

The sensation overwhelmed me. I arched, nearly forcing him into my pussy.

“This is what I want.” I begged. “You. Inside me. Bare.”

Jack’s turn to get wild. He fisted cock harder, eyes narrowed for the hunt.

“You better hold on tight, Kiss.” He abandoned his grin for a masculine, primal determination. “You’ve never been fucked like this before.”

“Have you?”

He answered with every honesty I needed to hear. “No.”

The head pressed against my pussy, easing against me as if Jack feared he’d break me in half. He was probably right.

His cock was either a nine inch nightmare of flesh or pulsing promise of sheer pleasure.

I had no idea what would happen when he finally slammed within me.

The thick head popped inside me, stretching me full of a man more muscle and hardness than gentle patience. I gasped, my surprise echoing in a quiet Oh!

He took his time to enter me, but it wouldn’t last long. Both of us needed more than the slow drag of his cock, inch after inch into a tightness that hadn’t been taken like this…ever.

“So…soft…” Jack rasped as his fingers dug into my thighs. He pushed my legs back and watched as his thickness slowly impaled me. “Hot.”

I nodded, grunting as his hips bucked, forcing himself halfway into me.

“I’ve never felt like this…” I whispered. It revealed too much.

I didn’t know if I meant that I never had the lip-biting pleasure of a bare cock slipping into my unprotected pussy, or if it was the truth.

I felt…amazed.

Something more than lust suffocated me. Jack thrust his impossible cock into parts of me already tightened and abused from its size.

I was on the verge of orgasm, panting and crazed, when the heat overwhelmed Jack as well.

With a grunt, he slammed the rest inside me, sheathing every agonizing and amazing inch within my core. I arched and moaned, crying his name, begging for him to either pull out or thrust harder.

The size was unreal, and the silky softness of his skin undeniable in my pussy. I clamped against him. Didn’t mean to. My body tried to milk him before he was ready to come. My moans softened as my breath was lost in the cadence of his strikes.

Jack fell over me, capturing me in his arms. He held me tight as his hips bucked, forcing his cock out only to rip through me once again. Twice. Three times. He captured my orgasm in a raging kiss—as if he didn’t have enough of me to himself. As if I hadn’t just given him my body.

He stole my breath, my words, and my pleasure.

And he returned every gifted part of me in the bliss of his hard, intense thrusts.

He shifted wild, as though he were enraged or stricken with an irrational need to slam me against the bed. His kisses turned to bites, nipping at my neck as our bodies crashed harder, faster, wetter than before.

“Mine…” He whispered. “You’re mine.”

He thrust fully within me, withdrawing to the head but not removing it from me. Just like he promised. He wasn’t pulling out until he came. Maybe not even then. Maybe he’d fuck more and more into me, filling me with everything he’d offer and as much as my body could take.

I gripped his arms. My tiny hands were nothing to his strength, just a streak of cocoa darkness grasping to anchor me to the earth before the intensity cast me to oblivion. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.

And that was exactly the reason Jack Carson was so bad for me.

He was nothing good for a girl like me. He wasn’t respectable or responsible. He lived for fun and the moment, never once planning ahead. He took a different woman every night without remorse and still needed more.

But I softened for him, knowing he’d eventually take me, use me, ruin me.

Or maybe he’d give me the greatest gift in the world.

“Kiss…”

Jack’s words panted. His thrusts turned rough. Manic. Almost unbearable. He crushed me from within and I groaned as his weight trapped me between him and the bed. I tensed, holding my breath, aching for both of our releases.

He warned me with a hiss.

“I’m gotta come.”

How had something so primal and wild become the most exciting three words I uttered in my life?

“Come inside me.”

I arched to welcome him deeper. He didn’t need the permission or the encouragement. Jack roared, rising to his knees. He bent my legs back, resting them on his shoulders as he pinned me between his thick chest and the intent of his pulsing cock. His body rose and fell against mine, earning every aching cry that escaped my lips.