Damon:A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel(106)

     



 

"Oh, Samantha, don't worry. I can be very charming. I'm grateful, I  really am, I promise, and I'll be good. I don't usually make being nice  to cops my priority, but I'll make an exception. I'm still a little  rough around the edges," he said, reaching out for me and pulling me  into his arms. He kissed the top of my head, I closed my eyes and  smiled, loving the smell of him.

"Thanks, Boon. It's just … you know, he's a good guy, but he's still on  the fence about you … " I let my sentence trail off, not seeing any need  to explain further. Boon wasn't stupid.

"So … where do you sleep?" The question caught me off guard and I blushed.  I'd never had a boy in my room before. I wasn't allowed. I probably  still wasn't allowed, and I definitely wouldn't have been allowed to  have Boon up there if my parents knew. But they didn't know …

"Upstairs," I said, pulling away and grabbing his hand in mine. I led  him up the stairs, thinking that Boon really was corrupting me. But in  an innocent sort of way. Ever since I'd seen him on my doorstep, I'd  felt my body drawn to him like a magnet.

It wasn't that I didn't also like just talking to him and hanging out … I  just also really, really, really liked the way it felt when he touched  me. For the first time, I'd met a guy who excited my body as much as my  mind, and that felt amazing. It felt like what I'd always wanted, been  waiting for, dreamed of. I was hungry for him in every way: his voice,  his stories, his laugh, his hands, his lips, his …

I turned to him before opening the door to my room.

"You'll be the first guy that's not related to me to step foot in this  room," I said, aware that my eyes were probably sparkling a little bit.  In a way, each time I was with Boon, I felt like I was losing my  virginity all over again. In the hotel room, obviously, but then also on  the beach, and now … I was letting him into all sorts of places that I'd  never let anyone before. It was exciting.

"Don't tell me there's actually some sort of torture dungeon back  there," he said with a grin. I laughed and turned the doorknob,  following him in.

I looked around the room, suddenly very aware of how babyish it must all  have looked to him: pink comforter, photos of Alicia and Becky in fuzzy  frames, a teddy bear on the window seat, snow globes dotting the  shelves. I turned to him with a timid grin.

"I guess this is a lot more pink than you're probably used to," I said. He grinned back.

"I like it. It's who you are. And I like … I like this bed," he said,  suddenly pushing me forward. I fell onto my back with a cry of surprise.  Looking up, Boon was staring down at me, the grin now looking wicked. I  felt my blood begin to rush just from the way he was looking at me,  could feel my pussy coming to life again, my clit beginning to perk up  as he stared down at me, hunger in his eyes.

"I've had this bed since I was a little girl," I said. "My Dad bought it for me."

"Oh? What do you think your Daddy intended for you to do on this bed,"  Boon said, his hands coming to my bare thighs, rubbing upwards towards  the hem of my dress. My skin sparked, my flesh a piece of flint, his  fingers steel. I moaned as his hands pushed the dress up further,  revealing more of my milky flesh, pushing upwards towards my panties.

"I think he probably wanted me to have a lot of sweet dreams," I said,  my breath shallow, my eyes following Boon's hands as they came to a rest  on my hips. He dropped to his knees before me.

"I imagine he wouldn't be too pleased if he knew his little girl was  fraternizing with someone like me on this bed," Boon said, bringing his  lips to my skin. I shivered as he began to kiss my inner thighs, his  soft lips like a feather.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," I said back, my thoughts  beginning to fade as desire took over. I knew we were on thin ice, that  Dad had only just come around, but I didn't care. The way Boon touched  me, kissed me, was enough to make me reckless.

His lips moved upward steadily, and I let my head fall back against the  covers, my eyes closed as my body temperature rose with each tender  kiss. Finally, he paused, hovering just above my pussy. I could feel his  hot breath against my sex, could feel myself growing wet from  anticipation. His mouth came to the fabric of my panties, the thin  material the only thing between his lips and my clit, which was now  swelling and aching to be touched.

His fingers closed around the elastic top of my panties and he pulled  down roughly; I raised my legs, letting him pull my panties down, my  pussy now exposed to him. He looked up at me with a look in his eye  which, I'm sure, matched my own. He leaned forward again, licking his  lips, kissing the flesh around my slit, his fingers sliding up and down  along my wetness, making my pussy clench and ripple with need.         

     



 

Slowly, he pressed one finger into me, causing me to cry out and push my  hips towards him. His mouth found its way to my clit and I cried out  again as he flicked it with his tongue, causing a fire to whip through  my veins. He began to suckle and lick at my clit while probing me with  his finger; my head seemed to melt into the mattress, my cheeks flushed  and rosy from heat, my fingers clutching at the covers.

Slowly, he pushed another finger into me, and my body pushed harder  towards him, wanting more. He circled my clit with his tongue, then  flicked it upwards, the changing sensations like a kaleidoscope of  pleasure. My pussy was clamping down on his fingers as he pushed them  into me then curled them, seeming to search for something inside me; I  suddenly felt a bolt of fluid electricity rush through me as his fingers  pressed downwards.

My legs clenched around his head, my hands rushed to his hair, entwined  in the strands, pressing his face forward. He rubbed at the same spot  inside me, his tongue tracing wild patterns on my clit. My body pushed  downwards against the mattress, letting his fingers press deeper,  harder, against that magic place, each second passing like a century as I  felt a great need welling up inside me, a desperate agony, a feeling  like water pressing against a dam.

"Oh, fuck, Boon, please, don't stop, don't stop," I moaned as his tongue  sped up, flicking my clit steadily, each time drawing me closer and  closer to the edge, his fingers deep and strong inside me, coaxing,  beckoning, pressing against that spot, that spot, oh jesus, that spot.  My mind fell apart, I pushed his head against me, hard, feeling my body  coming to a singular point of boundless ecstasy, so close, so close,  don't stop, please …

"Fuck," I screamed out, hearing the word pierce the warm, still air of  my bedroom, and released a flood of juices over his fingers, my clit  standing straight like a soldier, my body shuddering as all the built-up  tension melted away in a flood of delight, like sand running with the  tide. My hips arched upwards as his fingers moved away, his tongue  taking their place, tasting my juices, lapping at them like water.

I moaned as Boon pulled away, my grip on his head relaxed, my thighs  falling open in weak surrender. He began to crawl over me, grabbing my  hands along the way and pulling them over my head. I smiled dazedly up  at him, still reeling from the orgasm. And that's when we heard it.

It was distant, but not very distant, maybe three blocks away. A roar of  many engines. At first, I didn't think anything of it, but I reacted  when Boon's body stiffened above me, his head snapping to the window.

He quickly jumped off the bed and ran towards the window, pushing the  curtains to the side. The roar grew nearer, louder, bearing down on us.  The volume increased every second, eventually ripping through the air  violently, assaulting our ears. Boon turned to me, his face almost  comedic in its panic, eyes wide and shaking. I saw where the curtains  were trembling from his grip. I sat up, my heart beating hard now.

"What is it?" I asked, desperate for Boon to say something, anything, to make me feel better about what I was hearing, seeing.

"Tell me your dad owns a motorcycle," Boon said, his voice a rough  whisper. I shook my head, biting my lip. "Shit! Shit, shit, shit!"

"What is it? What's going on?" I said, ideas forming in my mind: bad  ideas, really bad ideas. Boon backed away from the window and began to  pace as the roar grew even louder. And then stopped. The silence was as  loud as the motors have been. Boon glanced at the window, shut his eyes,  mouthed some words. I jumped up, rushing to where he stood, grabbing  him by the arm and turning him to me.

"Boon, tell me what's going on," I said, trying to meet his eyes.

"He found me. He came. He's here," Boon said. He sounded like a little boy, and that scared me more than anything else.

"Who?" I asked, already knowing the answer, and feeling my stomach drop through the floor.

"My father."





Part III





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You thought you hit snooze, but you actually turned your alarm clock  off. You're late now, and you didn't do laundry when you should have, so  the only clean underwear you have has a big hole in it. You can't find  any shoes that match. You brush too hard and cut your gums, and you  don't have any time to get your hair to look decent, so you just put it  in a bun.