The Bad Boy Wants Me(81)

‘Look,’ he says, pointing into the trees.

‘What?’

‘It is the beginning of the rutting season for the red deer. Soon the stag will begin his impressive roaring contest to attract the hinds. In eight months we will see their offspring.’

We sit on the grass and watch that large stag roar and call to his harem. The sound is earthy and truly impressive and reverberates in the still countryside. As the day breaks he begins to mount them. It is so beautiful. Without this precious act there would be no deer, no human, no swans. I rest my head on Cash’s shoulder. All girls dream of finding their prince. Mine is no longer a dream.





Last Look Epilogue


Tori

5 Years Later

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGorjBVag0I

In the silence we stand. There is no denying we want each other, an inferno of lust lights our eyes, even the air crackles between us. I smile nervously as Cash begins to walk towards me, all alpha and broodingly sexy. My heart hammers like any of his thousands of adoring screaming female fans. Then his breath is a delicious hot breeze on my neck as he fists my hair and walks me backwards and up against the coldness of the wall.

I always come to him after he has performed. He’s always the same. So high with adrenaline that it infects me too, and we tear at each other in a wild frenzy. I watch him, my heart beating with the thunder of desire, as the sweat drips off him. Wetness seeps through my panties, and my nipples pebble as his muscular body presses me tighter to the wall.

He grabs me possessively, rips my dress open, and cups my breasts together. Then his glorious mouth descends and he sucks hard at my nipples, sending crazy sensations coursing through all my nerve ends. I crave him like an addict.

He flicks his tongue from nipple to nipple, teasing and biting until I’m lost in sensual madness I barely feel his hand move my soaked panties to the side. My head rocks back with pure pleasure as he slips his fingers deep inside me.

‘Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,’ he growls.

‘I can’t wait anymore,’ I cry. It’s a wild sound.

He hoists me up and holds my throbbing sex over the tip of his erect shaft, and watches me shudder when our flesh touches before he drives his cock into my depths.

I grip his broad shoulders and look into eyes full of fiery passion. I feel his strong hot hands clasp my ass cheeks and bury his cock balls deep inside me. I close my eyes and throw my head back in sheer ecstasy. I can hear his heartbeat and the wet sound of our flesh slapping until my head starts swirling. I dig my fingernails into his skin. My body is in the grip of the most intensely deep orgasm.

'Oh, my God, I'm coming,’ I scream.

I feel his whole body stiffen and his rhythm increases dramatically.

'Me too, babe.'

I'm holding him so tight as I feel his cock jolt inside me and then throb uncontrollably inside my sex, I'm surprised that he can still hold me up let alone continue to pile drive into my grasping channel. But he just slams that cock in and out until every drop of cum has been drained from it. When he's finally finished I lean back and look into his satisfied face.

'That was fucking awesome, Mr. Hunter.'

‘That's what I fucking love about you, Mrs. Hunter.'

'Yeah, and what's that?'

‘You ain't like any of the other girls.'

I roll my eyes. 'Well you've known enough!'

'That’s right, baby. I’ve met tens of thousands and not one of them can hold a candle to you.' His tongue traces my neck slowly and sensually. His cock is still inside me, pulsing and throbbing.

My hand splays on his chest. ‘I want to tell you a secret.’

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Uh huh.’

‘Go on then.’

I bite my lip. ‘You know that room next to our bedroom that we never use. I think we’ll need it in about … say … nine months’ time.’

He stares at me incredulously. ‘What? When? How?’

‘When, I just answered, how, you know how, and what? I don’t know yet. I hope it’s a boy, though.’ I grin. ‘He can protect his younger sister.’

He takes a breath so shaky I hear it tremble through his chest. He looks at me with wonderment. ‘We’ll have to buy baby formula,’ he says in a hushed voice.

I start to laugh. ‘Oh, Cash. I love you so, so, so much.’

The End





Hey Romance Lover,

If you are lusting for a bad boy like Cash Hunter, there’s not much we can do, but if you found yourself licking your lips over Cora Bennet’s luscious scones, then here’s the recipe. :) They will be good the day after baking, but are best straight from the oven.

SCONES

Makes 8 large wedges

INGREDIENTS

• 500g plain flour

• 65g caster sugar

• 2 tbsp baking powder