Page 108 of Bad Boy Next Door
I shook my head and moved over to the wall, spreading my legs, sticking back my ass.
“Baby, I want to see you.” He started to turn me, but I shook my head.
He pushed inside again, and soon he was nailing my body against the wall with each thrust, but it wasn’t enough. His cock was being too fucking nice, and I wanted to hate it.
“Pinch my nipples,” I said.
His hands grabbed my tits, and he massaged them gently as he thrust inside me.
“Harder.”
He rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and I moaned with pleasure. But pleasure wasn’t my objective. No matter what Nick did, I wanted more. Except when he’d been in my ass.
I bent deeper, pushing back, until his fingers left my tits. I bent fully, hands on the floor, and his cock slipped out.
I braced my hands on the floor. “Take my ass, Nick.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Bending my legs, I wiggled my ass, knowing that my cheeks were spread and my asshole exposed, still slick with the lube.
He grabbed more lube, then braced one arm on the wall, leaned over my fully bent body, and pressed the tip of his cock inside me.
My body yielded at first, opening for his girth as he pressed further inside.
“You’ll tell me when—”
I nodded my head, gritting my teeth and bracing for the pain. He wrapped one arm around my waist, securing my doubled-over body, and then pushed in farther.
His cock slid, testing the shallow penetration, and the pain yielded to pleasure. It felt good, as good as the butt plug had felt. Better. Bending my legs, I pressed up to meet his next thrust, pushing him in deeper. The sudden pain stole my breath.
“Shit, Jade. You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight.”
I mumbled something and he plunged slowly. “Sure this is okay?” His voice was strained, deeper than usual.
I nodded and he kept pumping, each thrust going deeper. He grunted as he drove, until I felt his balls slap me with each thrust. He was fully inside, speeding up, taking my ass as hard as he often took my pussy.
All the blood had rushed to my head and my legs were tired, but his arm across my belly pulled me up to meet the power of each thrust. I was a puppet in his arms, a rag doll, my body fully yielding to his cock’s demands of my ass. And it felt so fucking good.
I came in a violent orgasm, but he didn’t seem to notice, not slowing or easing the force of his thrusts.
Tears trailed down my forehead and into my hair. My rash plan had been to poison my memories of Nick, to turn myself against this man and his cock, but the reverse had happened.
I’d never see him again—I wouldn’t stay with a criminal, a liar—but try as I might, neither my cunt nor my ass, no part of my body would let me ever forget him.
His grip on me tightened and he lifted me, pulling me hard against his thrusts, all but my toes off the ground as he drove even harder. He lifted me right off the floor and yelled my name as his body jerked behind mine, convulsing as he shot his load into my butt.
He slid out slowly, holding me with both arms now, one still around my waist and the other hand gripping my breast. I could tell from the hiss of his breath that even pulling out of my ass was stimulating what must now be his very tender cock.
We stayed that way for at least a minute, him wrapped over me from behind, holding me, panting, the sweat on his chest sliding against my back and his come trailing down my thigh. Then he straightened and scooped me into his arms, going in for a kiss.
“Put me down.” I kicked and bucked.
He set me on my feet.
I stumbled across the room, trying to pretend my legs weren’t jelly, or that I didn’t feel every movement reverberate through my body as pain returned to my asshole. He went to the kitchen and turned on the tap.
By the time he’d filled two glasses, I’d managed to put on my jeans and slip into my sandals. He could keep the panties wherever they’d landed.
“Need something from your place?” he asked, seeing me at the door.
“Yup.”
“Don’t be long.” He chugged down his water and turned to fill his glass again.
