Page 8 of Addicted to the Bad Boy
“It’s fine,” I tell her. “Order a milkshake or something. We’ll be back soon.”
I can tell she wants to say something, but my eyes keep her in her seat as I take Mira’s hand and lead her out the front door and into the parking lot. I pull her around the side and into the shadows where my bike sits alone, still warm from the ride over.
“You surprise me, princess,” I tell her.
“Why’s that?”
“I didn’t think you’d come out here without your friend with you.” She’s already blushing as she looks back at me, then looks over at my bike.
“Well, I guess I’m not as predictable as you think I am.”
Her words are like a hot dagger, challenging me to act. And this time, I can’t restrain myself. I grab her by the hair and pull her close and force her to look me in the eye. It’s like having a piece of art in my hands.
“So I guess I couldn’t predict that a princess like you would be engaged to—let me guess—a lawyer?”
She shakes her head defiantly, her cheeks growing redder by the second.
“A doctor?”
“Wrong again,” she hisses. What’s this girl thinking? She came out here willingly, but now she’s acting like I’m the bad guy. Like I’m the one who did something wrong. I just saved her from a total creep. She’s the one who hid her engagement from me after entrapping me with her beauty back at the shop.
“Fine, don’t tell me,” I growl, pushing her down onto my bike saddle as I unbuckle my belt. My cock is throbbing as I pull it out. She tries not to look but can’t help herself. She also can’t hide her reaction when she sees it again. Her eyes widen, and her lower lip trembles.
“Another fee for fixing my car?” she quips.
I shake my head. “No, princess. This is much simpler. You owe me.”
“Oh? And what for?” she asks, challenging me with her eyes.
“I got rid of that creep back there, and I deserve compensation. So you’re gonna take my blue-collar cock in that royal mouth of yours and you’re gonna suck me until I pump my hot load down your throat,” I growl. My words are filthy and filled with possessive anger.
“Oh, so not on my face this time?” She’s being sassy, but I see the lust in her eyes.
She wants this.
She loves it.
“Not this time.” I shake my head. “You’re gonna swallow every drop.”
There’s no way I can let Mira go home to another man. Just the thought has me raging. I’m not a jealous guy, but envious thoughts are overtaking me. I’ve never had a woman I’ve given two shits about, but picturing her kissing whatever trust-fund baby she’s going to get hitched to has me seething with fury.
But this time when she goes home tonight and kisses him, her lips and tongue will be marked by my cum.
“How did you even find me?” she asks, my stiff cock just inches from her lips.
“I have my ways, Mira.” I smirk. “Now stop talking and open up.”
Obediently, she does exactly what I say. Driven by unbridled desire, I slip the tip of my swollen hard-on between her lips. My balls are already swollen tight with arousal, and when the sensation of her warm, wet mouth hits me, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from coming instantly.
I can’t understand why I’m reacting to Mira like this.
Something about her just drives me wild and has sunk into me like a nail driven deep into my mind. Something I can’t shake. I’ve always been able to control myself around women, but that control goes out the window around her. And if I’m being honest with myself, it’s terrifying.
I thought I’d have to use my grip on her hair to force her down on my inches, but she reaches out and grabs my hilt and eagerly slides my entire shaft down her throat.
“Jesus Christ, princess,” I gasp as the sensation rocks me. “You’re naughtier than you look, aren’t you? You like feeling that thick, swollen shaft pressing against your tongue, don’t you?”
Her warm mouth massages my cock as she moves up and down on it, giving me a sexy view of her tits bouncing so seductively. I can feel my pre-cum dripping out as she sucks me,and it turns me on to think about just how fertile she is and how easy it would be to impregnate her right here. All it would take is loading up that tiny, untouched hole of hers…
