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By:Jordan Silver


When I felt her body loosen up a bit I fed her more of my cock sliding   in and out inch by inch until I was all the way in her ass. "Fuck me,   look at that." Her ass was stretched around my cock her pussy was open   waiting for me to come back to her.

"I love seeing you like this, open for me. I love your pretty pussy   that's just for me, only me." Somehow my hand was wrapped around her   neck and I squeezed ever so slightly as I fucked into her ass. "Mine,   mine, mine." My heart almost burst in my chest at the love and absolute   possessiveness that rushed through me.

I knew in that moment that there would never be a time when I didn't   love her with the same intensity that I felt now. That there was no   power on earth that could ever take her away from me.





Chapter 9


Traci





Wow that was intense, mind blowing and … there are no words. I could   barely move from where he'd left me sprawled on the bed like a wilted   flower. Meanwhile he was up and moving because he was running late for   his meeting. He didn't say anything more about my leaving, I guess he   figured he'd taken what strength I had left and that was that.

I rolled myself out of bed and headed into the shower behind him naked   as the day I was born. I was fast losing my shyness in his presence and   after what we had just shared in that bed I was pretty sure there was   nothing left that could embarrass me. I'd just had anal sex.         

     



 

I spoke to soon, my face lit up like a stoplight as I slid the glass   door to the six headed shower stall back and stepped in in front of him.   My body felt achy and loose at once and I wondered if I was gonna be   able to sit down for the rest of the night.

As I reached for the soap I felt hands roaming my body from behind and   just that quickly my body trembled with need. "You feel so good." His   roughened hands felt like heaven as they moved across my stomach and   down between my thighs where I was blissfully sore.

I spread for him with no shame, no hesitance, because I wanted the feel   of his fingers. I couldn't get enough, neither of us could. I moved   against him letting my body rest against his chest as he drove his   fingers into me. "Turn around."

He turned me and leaned me back against the wall. "Spread your legs for   me baby." I opened my already shaky legs as he got to his knees before   me. "Hold on." Lifting my hands up high, I tried to reach the  showerhead  but fell short, so instead I spread my arms against the  walls as I felt  the first touch of his tongue.

My eyes closed in pleasure as he made love to me with his mouth, his big   manly hands holding onto the flesh of my ass that was still sweetly   tender from his attentions. I moved against him wantonly, those new   sounds that I have heard so often of late echoing in the air as I gave   myself over to his mastery.

I don't know how long he was down there and lost count of how many times   he'd made me soar over the clouds, I just knew that when he was done I   was left with that boneless feeling again. "You've made me late again   bad girl I gotta go." He got to his feet kissed me breathless and   stepped out of the shower heading for the sink to brush his teeth.

I cleaned myself up while watching him through the beveled glass as he   dried his body off. "Don't forget what I told you Red. Do not leave this   house." And we were back to square one.

"You're being an ass Wyatt. Why don't you go on about your business and   stop making me crazy?" I stepped out of the shower and the fool took my   chin in his hand and kissed me like his life was about to end before   turning to leave the room.

I started to call him back to finish our little skirmish but decided at   the last minute to choose my battles. By the time I came into the   bedroom he was dressed and gone.

I watched from the window three stories up as he drove down the driveway   and out of sight. I stood there for a few minutes taking in the stark   beauty of the grounds outside, reveling again in the fact that this was   now home. It was almost surreal how everything in my life had been   turned so completely around.

I didn't grow up poor, but we weren't exactly rolling in it either. I   had what I needed as a kid and never felt like I lacked for anything,   but I won't lie and say I don't envy Wyatt and his siblings what they   grew up with, and not just the estate either, but the whole deal.

It wasn't mom's fault that she'd gotten sick, but the reality is it had   taken up a huge chunk of my childhood and had pretty much shaped the   person I am now. Maybe that's why I felt so comfortable with the idea of   getting married and living here instead of going off on our own.

His wing, like his brother and sister's was separate from each other and   had its own entrance. We didn't have to see anyone else ever if we   didn't want to, which I didn't think would ever happen since they were   all so welcoming. Like Wyatt, it seemed that his family makes up their   minds pretty quickly when it comes to who they'll accept or not.

There were no whispers, no secret looks when I wasn't paying attention.   Instead what I've found is total inclusion and genuine warmth. Now I  was  about to rock the boat in a big way.

I didn't fool myself that there wouldn't be any repercussions for what I   was about to do, and maybe some secret part of me was doing it just to   get a rise out of him, but whatever. We'll see how the tough guy deals   with disobedience. I knew I was really pushing it with the short skirt   and flashy top I threw on, but tonight was a celebration and I was   feeling fine.

I forgot all about his impending anger by the time I met up with the   girls and shared the news I'd been bursting at the seams to tell them   all day. There were squeals and hugs and well wishes from all and I was   still a little shell shocked that not one of them told me I was moving   too fast.

Maybe the world had changed while I wasn't looking. My mom and dad had   been super excited when I'd called them earlier. Well dad had been a   little reserved at first but that was before Wyatt had gone into the   bathroom and closed the door with the phone glued to his ear.

I don't know, maybe it's a guy thing, but all dad could talk about after   that was the great UFC champ, seems he's a fan, who knew? Anyway they   were dying to come out once Wyatt had invited them and I was ashamed to   admit that I had been dreading it until then.

I guess I'd been a little worried about their reaction but I didn't need   to be. When I'd asked mom about their lack of resistance her answer  had  stunned me and given me a much-needed boost as well. Her gracious   answer to the question of why there was no questioning her only child's   haste into matrimony was that they trusted my judgment, that I had  never  let them down before so they didn't expect me to start now.         

     



 

Of course that could have something to do with Wyatt's promise to see   that I finished school and followed my dream to become a lawyer, though   he likes to tease that he'd never met a lawyer that wasn't pond-  sucking  scum, hah. But everything seemed to be smooth sailing on that  front,  one less worry.

"I am so happy for you. Of course I get to be maid of honor since I was   the one who got you two together." Cris was genuinely happy for me, as   were the others, but she most of all was the one who had always worried   about me in the relationship department.

"I tell you what girlfriend, when you decide to do something you don't   half step do you? You meet your first love interest, lose your virginity   and get engaged all in the same week." Melissa chimed in.

"That has got to be some kind of record, maybe we should see about getting it in the Guinness book of records."

"Don't you dare Cris." I had to say that because that's just the kind of crazy crap she'd pull.

"You lucked out there, I asked around and no one has anything but high   praise for the whole family. Now usually I would scoff at something like   that, I mean everyone has a skeleton or two in the family closet, but   after meeting them myself I can see why they have that rep. Your mother   in law is a hoot and if I didn't like her I might give your father in   law a go round or two." That set off another round of laughter and we   were off to the races with the sex jokes and innuendos.

"I don't even have to ask, he looks like he can throw down in the bedroom."

"Geez Cris." My face went up in flames. She was too close to the mark,   and considering what he had been doing to my body not an hour before I   met up with them it was a bit much.