A Wifey for the Bad Boy(6)

"Open your mouth," he breathed.

"What?" she whispered against him, and she felt the slide of his calloused fingers running up the side of her chin.

"Good," he grinned, taking advantage of her slack lips to run the tip of  his tongue over her lip and push inside. He was all sharp angles and  big, beautiful eyes, and she couldn't stop the way that her heart was  hammering for her to just let it happen.

But they were in public.

Outside.

"Stop," she said, pulling away to cover his mouth with her hand. At his raised eyebrows, she panted, "Not here."



His penthouse was as charming as ever. At least, Samantha assumed it was   –  she and Abel had been making out since they'd boarded his private  elevator to really notice when the thing dinged and dropped them off. It  was an odd sort of dance they did, to get to the bedroom. Samantha  laughed when her knees hit the bed, and she let herself fall onto it,  spreading out her arms as she bounced.

Part of her had hoped that she'd lose interest by the time that he drove  her back to the city. It wasn't a long drive, but the adrenaline and  overall unpleasantness of riding on his motorbike should've at least  dulled some of her desire.       

   





She would've never guessed that it'd do the opposite instead.

"Samantha," Abel moaned, his hands popping her shirt buttons as he freed  her breasts. They were still in their bra, a black lacy thing that  she'd chosen to inspire confidence, and he seized them, palming and  rubbing her hardened nipples.

"Abel," she mocked dryly, rubbing a knee between his legs. That just  made him moan louder, and he ripped her bra upwards, literally dropping  her breasts free. As a larger woman, she'd always had double D's, and  while she'd been told that it was something that she should be grateful  for, she'd never really understood until now. Abel was like a man  possessed, kneading and pinching and biting and licking. It was too  much, and she accidentally whined, which only drove Abel on further.

"God, your tits," he breathed, forcing himself to move away. Samantha wondered why, until she felt hands at her pants.

She didn't protest as he worked them off, and she even tried to help him  with his own. With a kick of their respective pants to the floor, Abel  took a new position, and she quickly realized why.

Fingers, two of them, were at her entrance, rubbing and sliding over her  folds. With his blue eyes on hers, he popped one inside, and she  gasped, throwing her head back at the feel of the strange, fat finger  working in and out of her.

"Oh, if you like that then you're going to love what comes next," he promised, and he added another.

It wasn't until he got to three that Samantha had finally had it and she  yanked him down by his shirt collar, demanding, "You'd better hurry up  and fuck me before I just take care of it myself."

That got him moving, and with a push under her knees and her hands in his hair, he finally gave her what she'd been craving.

She came faster than she'd ever done before, and her whole vagina  clenched down, squeezing and milking for all that it was worth as she  closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. Her whole body was shaking, even  after it was over, but the thrusts that Abel kept pumping into her only  rocked her body more.

"Abel," she cried, sensitive and spent.

"I'm cumming," he promised. "I'm-!"

He came with his face in her neck, his biceps bulging as his whole body  tensed. Samantha waited a moment before she shoved him off and, finally,  he slipped out. Her body was still trembling, and she closed her legs  in an effort to make it stop.

"So," Abel panted. "Uh, wanna go out again some time?"

Samantha glanced at him. "What?" she said faintly. "Like, a second date?"

"Yeah," he nodded, swallowing.

Samantha grinned to herself. "Why not," she shrugged. It wasn't a question.



THE END





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Knocked Up By The Doctor





Knocked Up by the Doctor



Dr. Glen Marrone stood and stared at the destruction he'd wrought. He'd  sped toward the front doors at the screech of brakes, just like any  other doctor would have. A fender bender, nobody was hurt, but he'd had  to check. Melissa had gone outside with her phone, ready to call 911.  He'd heard something falling from the front desk, but he hadn't had the  time to see what he'd done.

"Shit!" Melissa's purse had fallen open, discharging all its contents. Pens, her wallet and...what was this?

He picked up a book, staring at the cover. A woman in chains, a lurid  title. "Bound for Pleasure." Interesting! He had no idea she was into  this.

Glenn stroked the cover the book, wondering what he should do about this  new development. He had no idea Melissa was so interested in this sort  of thing, or what kind of interest it was. Was it mere curiosity over  the new and trendy thing in literature, movies, and, in some cases, real  life?

She could join the club then. BDSM. Melissa, his mild-mannered nurse,  had seemed rather virginal. He wouldn't have expected her like these  books, even if they were all the rage these days. Not that many people  understood BDSM, real lifestyle or scene BDSM rather than what some  authors wrote. It was something that Glenn and his friends the club  laughed about sometimes. When they weren't cringing about that stupid  movie or worrying that innocent people might get caught in situations  they had no knowledge to overcome.

Above and beyond all that, he needed to think about what to do about  this. Glenn found Melissa very attractive, but he didn't think they had  much in common outside the office. She was younger than him, by about 10  years, and while she got along with everybody in the office, there was a  certain quietness, and a certain distance between them that seemed to  go beyond professional courtesy.       

   





She was also a girl with curves to spare. It's not that he didn't like  curvy girls, but he'd never actually been with one. Outside of doing  scenes at the club with one of the curvier regulars, and while those had  been good, he had never wanted to date anybody he done a scene with.  This might just change, with Melissa in the picture. Provided of course,  that this wasn't just a passing fancy on her part.

He watched Melissa come back in, gave her a little nod and a smile. "You  did well out there," he told her. She'd rushed out seconds after the  screech of tires, phone in hand, and he'd joined her a minute later. If  there had been any actual injuries, her speed might have helped to save  the day. As it was, her consoling manner had set the nervous people to  calmer.

Melissa looked from him to the spilled purse, and her face reddened,  first getting a little bright around the ears and then going right down  to her cheeks in a natural blush that no makeup could possibly compare  to.

"How do things look out there," he asked trying to distract her. "Are they calm and settled? Any idea why they hit the pole?"

"I think that everybody's going to be okay," she said trying to gather up all her things.

He gave her a little smile as he realized she'd picked up a personal  hygiene container, he hadn't seen one of those for a while. Sure, he  knew that women carried them in purses but hadn't expected to see one at  work. And that wasn't even likely to be the thing that caused her the  most embarrassment.

Melissa's her eyes tracked to the book, the very same book he held in  his hands. She made a grab for but he pulled away shaking his head with  little smile.

"That's mine," she exclaimed and he could tell that she was both nervous and embarrassed.

"Yeah, I know. But I was very curious about it. I thought you would read  one of the Shades books." Glenn arched a brow, giving her a little  wink. "You realize that those books have no basis in reality." He wasn't  commenting on the one he held; he had no basis to compare that one yet.

"I really have no idea," Melissa said. Her face was bright red. He'd  never seen her so uncomfortable before, though it was a cute human  moment for his very quiet nurse. Glenn wanted to relax her, to put her  at ease.

"Melissa, it's okay. There are many people into this lifestyle, and if  you're one of them, I'm never gonna judge you." She arched a brow at  that, and it was clear that she didn't quite know where to go with what  he was saying to her. He handed her the book, resting a hand on her  shoulder before he pulled away.

"Melissa, if you really want to learn about that lifestyle, we'll talk."

Her eyes widened and she looked at him, assessing him. "Exactly what you  mean?" she asked. "Are you coming on to me, Doctor?" Her eyes flashed  fire for a moment, he saw the spunk inside her. Oh, this was good. This  was very, very good.

"No, Melissa," he said softly, causing her to lean in. "I'm not coming  on to you. This is not a sexual harassment issue." He regarded her  steadily for a few minutes, waiting for her to speak. When she didn't,  he found that he was very impressed with how much composure she had in  this situation.