The Champ:Bad Boys Book 5(29)
She fought me all the way out the door and into the car, hurling insults at my head all the while. "I'd pipe down if I were you, your ass is in enough trouble as it is." She's a mean drunk, her vocabulary deteriorated by the minute as she let me know in no uncertain terms just what she thought of my behavior.
I drove through the streets like a maniac trying to get her home because even if she'd forgotten or wasn't taking this thing seriously, I was very aware of the danger she was in. Until Carl was behind bars I won't breath easy and I had no way of knowing where the fuck he was in the darkening night.
I used my private entrance for the first time since I was a wayward teen and took her up the stairs, planting her ass on a chair so I could get her out of the killer heels she was trying to break her damn neck in. I got my first real look at her then and almost lost my shit.
"What the fuck are you wearing?"
"What?" She looked down at the low cut almost see through top and way too short skirt.
"Take it off." I all but pulled the shit off her and ripped them both in half.
"Hey I liked that outfit."
"Too bad, I hope you took a picture." I knew that wasn't the way she dressed because I'd packed her shit. Yeah I'm one of those guys who watch what his woman wears, sue me. I have nothing against my girl dressing sexy, but I'm fucked if she's gonna advertise my shit.
She flounced her ass around the room making noises about bossy overbearing men while looking in and out of drawers for who knows what while I just watched. "You're an asshole."
Oh-ho; crossed the line. "What are you doing you big lout? get off." I snatched her little ass up and walked over to the bench at the end of the bed. I always wondered why the hell anyone would need one in the bedroom, now I know.
I pulled her over my knee. "You wanna act up this is what all bad little girls get."
"Don't you dare you big jerk." She spat fire when she realized what I was about to do and I wrestled with her until she calmed down.
I gave her five good smacks on the ass to get her to settle the hell down. She didn't make a peep and I was starting to feel guilty when I heard the first sniffle. I eased up on her hands that I'd been holding together in the small of her back and caught an elbow to the gut followed by a flying right hook. "Son of a bitch.
She jumped off my lap and tried to make a run for it, but not before throwing more insults over her shoulder at me. "Asshole-asshole-asshole." I nabbed her at the bathroom door before she could slam it in my face and dragged her back over to the bench.
"Oh ho, I see you haven't learned your lesson."
"I'm going to spank that ass to remind you who's boss, and then I'm going to fuck you hard from behind just in case you didn't get the message. You say one more word to me it's gonna go worse for you." I knew that with that mouth of hers she won't be able to hold her tongue and I was in the mood for a deep hard fuck after I heated her ass up. That's what she gets for scaring the fuck outta me.
I brought my hand down hard on her plump ass flesh and watched it jiggle trying all the while to stifle my laughter at the words she threw at my head. She had quite the mouth on her this one and I'm guessing the alcohol gave her a little bit of liquid courage. At least she wasn't sniffling anymore; no she was busy calling me every name in the book.
When I was done and her ass was hot to my touch I threw her on the bed and fell on her before she could get away. She pitched a fit and tried fighting me off but I held her hands down in front of her as I leaned over her back, bringing my cock just where I wanted it, nosing around at the mouth of her cunt.
I slapped her ass hard once more. "Be still." She growled over her shoulder at me and I winked just to get her blood up. Before she could shake me off I slammed my cock into her hard and she screeched, more in outrage that I had won than from any pain.
"You gonna behave? Huh?" I slammed my cock into her after every word until she was scrambling to hold onto the sheets so that my thrusts didn't knock her off the other side of the bed. "Damn this is some fine pussy, and so fucking pretty around my meat."
She wasn't yelling obscenities at me anymore, she was using all that pent up anger to fuck the shit out of my cock as I fucked into her hard and fast. I tried pulling my strokes when I almost fucked her head into the wall but my redheaded spitfire wasn't having it. She pushed her ass higher in the air and arched deep, sucking my cock in and making it spit pre-cum deep inside her.
The pink of her pussy was glossy from her juices and mine, the sounds it made as I fucked was music to my ear. "I love the way your pussy looks from behind, so tight, so fucking hot." I watched my cock slide in and out of her, her juices coating my cock with a beautiful froth, before I slid back into her pussy with my hand wrapped around her middle, pulling her back into my deep thrusts.
I teased her clit with my fingers until it was swollen and hot, all the while plowing my cock into her as hard as she could stand.
"Wyatt, please … " Her voice had that tinge of fear and uncertainty as her nails scratched the sheets and she mewled and keened loudly begging me with each breath to fuck harder. "Please what, tell me."
"Please-please … " I gave her what she wanted, plowing my cock into her as hard as I could without hurting her. "You gonna mouth off at me again? Huh little girl?" she shook her head wildly while I purposely held my cock still against her g-spot, rubbing the leaking tip against the rubbery flesh deep inside her belly.
She choked out a scream and flooded my cock with sweet hot pussy juice, squeezing my cock until I started spewing inside her. I came so hard I went deaf dumb and blind before falling onto her, crushing her much smaller body beneath mine.
We were both out of breath, sweaty and suffering from aftershocks. "I love you." I breathed the words out at her temple before rolling off of her. As I reached for her to pull her from the bed, she stopped me in my tracks.
"I love you too you big jerk."
"What did you say?" I had to clear my throat to get the frog out. My heart was actually beating out of time. I wish there was a way to hold onto this moment, the first time my woman had given me those most precious of words. I knew one thing, if she felt even a modicum of what I did when hearing those words, I would say them to her every day for the rest of her life.
Shower forgotten, I fell back onto the bed with her and took her back into my arms. "You've made me very happy baby. Accepting my proposal doesn't count because I pretty much didn't give you a choice there, but this, this is-" I broke the words off and showed her instead.
My cock not surprisingly had grown hard again. I slid inside of her with my hands in her hair holding her in place as I looked down into her eyes. "I love that you're mine, you have no idea how much I fucking adore you."
We stayed stuck to each other our mouths and hips moving in unison as I poured all the love I had inside into her. Our loving felt sweeter somehow, like two souls blended into one. There was no her, no me, there was just us.
I murmured words of praise to my beautiful girl hoping with everything in me that she could feel from my touch just what she meant to me.
Wyatt
"Wyatt I don't need self defense classes. I don't have time for self- defense classes. I have a wedding to plan in like two days because the crazy person I decided to fall in love with is nutso. I have a study load that would choke a horse, and I have my internship. Hello, tell me where in there am I supposed to fit in this self defense class?"
I wasn't paying her any damn attention. I was going to be leaving soon and t was killing me. I wasn't happy about the circumstances, but I wasn't willing to push the wedding back to a later date no matter what she and my nosy ass mother had to say.
In the last week and a half, I've had little to no peace with this one and the one downstairs. Women can make a mountain out of a molehill like nobody's business. If it wasn't one thing it was another. When the two of them kept bitching about how hard it was to get things just right for the wedding in such short notice, I made some suggestions that almost got my ass scalped.
I don't see what was so wrong with a backyard wedding with close friends and some kind of catering job, but they didn't see things the same way. I was accused of not having any respect for the hardships entailed by undertaking such a monumental job and when I was dumb enough to say ‘you're damn straight, I just want my ring on your finger and your signature on the license.' I was banned from the kitchen, which had become their war room.