Page 21 of Addicted to the Bad Boy
Her eyes fill with tears. She’s moments away from breaking down.
“I know it’s fast, Mira,” I whisper. “And I know you and I come from completely different worlds, and your parents will never approve of me, butyou belong to me. I want you. All of you. I want late nights together, lazy Sundays, I want to give you endless orgasms and put babies in your belly. I want it all.”
Her eyes snap open wider, but the tears don’t fall. “Babies?”
“Damn right.” I smile. “I want to get you so pregnant you can barely even walk straight.”
“Finn!” She bursts out laughing.
Smiling, I run my finger across her cheekbone. “We’ll have little girls that look just like their mom, and little boys who can fix motorcycles before they hit puberty.”
Mira squeals and throws herself into my arms with such force that I nearly lose my balance. I step back and spin her down onto her bed as her mouth presses against mine, soft and filled with desperate emotion. My hand instantly slides between her tender thighs. I apply pressure with two fingers and feel the wet spot—the lack of panties.
A moan slips from her lips, and her eyes focus on mine. “Finn,” she whimpers.
“Yes, princess?”
“I—I’m ready now.”
My cock jerks, and my lust takes over. I’ve been holding back since I met her, essentially edging myself into a state of elevated sexual desire. Now that I have her here beneath me, barely even clothed, telling me she’s ready…it’s like a dam inside me has collapsed, and all that craving has been let loose.
“Lift up your shirt for me, princess,” I tell her as I undo my pants. “Show me those gorgeous, eighteen-year-old tits.”
There’s not even a hint of reticence in her eyes as she looks up at me, then with the grace of a ballerina, cross her arms, and lifts her tank top up and off, setting it aside on the bed.
“Goddamn, you’re gorgeous. You know that?” I reach into my pants and pull out my cock, which is rock hard and aching to be inside her. Using my middle finger, I trace the perfect, teardrop lines of her breasts, causing her to gasp a tiny little gasp. I slip out of my shirt and toss it on top of hers.
She can’t hide her eyes going over my body, inspecting my muscles, my scars, my tattoos. Marks of a hard life that will be with me forever. But when I’m with Mira, it feels like I’m carrying a lot less baggage. She heals me. Completes me.
“Now take off those shorts,” I tell her. “Let me see your full beauty.”
She looks down as her cheeks go even redder, causing my balls to go tight. My hard-on is absolutely throbbing as I watch her lift her hips from the bed and gently wriggle them as she slides her shorts down past her knees, then her ankles, and finally kicks them aside, leaving her lying there completely bare beneath me.
I stare down at her gorgeous little slit, hypnotized by her eroticism. I stand and kick my pants off, my cock swollen and ready to pound her into a state of pure bliss. I can’t believe how lucky I am—to be the first and only man to have this sweet, innocent angel. The little gleam of wetness indicating her arousal is the end for me. I can’t take it any longer.
“Look at that pretty little pussy,” I growl, climbing back onto the bed and spreading her legs with my knees. “You look so goddamn hot, princess. Just ready to be taken by me. Andonlyme, right?”
Mira nods quickly. She’s clearly still nervous, but that’s to be expected. Christ, what is a bad boy biker like me doing with thishigh-class princess? If her parents had any idea what was going on in their house, they’d both have heart attacks.
But here she is, laid out naked before me, her eyes filled with desire, just begging for me to make a woman out of her. I’m practically drooling as I drag my eyes up and down her impeccable, feminine curves.
I want to lap at her juicy little pussy for hours and hear her moan my name as I make her come a hundred times, but I just can’t hold out any longer. I need to claim her. My cock is dripping with pre-cum and screaming for her soaked, virgin walls.
No more waiting. No more holding out.
It’s time.
I lean down over her, drag my lips gently across hers in a gentle kiss, and keeping my eyes fixed on the dilated pupils of her gorgeous hazel eyes, I press the tip of my cock into the entrance of her virgin hole.
She gasps and snatches my shoulders with both hands. “Oh, wow.”
“Are you okay?” I ask. “You ready? You want this, right?”
“Yes.” She nods, her eyes gleaming. “I want you.”
I lean in and kiss her, pressing my tongue hungrily against hers as I run my hands up her body and grasp her breasts. Her nipples go hard between my thumb and forefinger, and I pump my hips forward, driving my hard cock into the soft valley of her tiny virgin pussy.
The tightness is overwhelming. She’s so soft and so wet. It’s like a flood of perfection, and I feel instantly like I’m drowning in rapture. That’s it. I’m claiming her.
