Page 30 of Addicted to the Bad Boy
“They’re fake, Mira,” I tell her, inching closer as I pull out my phone. “Tyler hired a stripper named Aurora to do a fake photoshoot. I met her tonight at the clubhouse. She even sent me the originals.”
“Bullshit!”
“Look,” I say, extending my phone to her. “I promise. I wouldneverlie to you, my love.”
She blinks back at me, trembling for a moment before snatching my phone from my hand. I watch her face as she swipes through the pics from Aurora. “I swear to you, Mira, on everything I am that I haven’t touched another woman since the moment I set eyes on you.”
I can see the hesitance in her eyes. The reluctance to believe me. But there’s something else there too; shewantsto accept my explanation. Shewantsto take me back. For everything I’ve said to be true.
“Finn…”
“I can introduce you to Aurora,” I explain slowly. “She’ll confirm everything.”
Her eyes soften, and I feel my heart begin to relax. “I thought you were just another liar,” she whimpers. “I thought you just wanted to use me.”
“Never,” I say firmly, taking her by the hand and pulling her to me. She’s wearing a pair of loose pajama bottoms and a tiny T-shirt that shows some of her little flat belly. It’s a lazy, bedtime outfit, but she still looks as sexy as ever in it.
“But the text!” she gasps, snatching her hand back.
“What text?”
“The text on the burner phone!” she stammers. “It said you just wanted to fuck a rich girl.”
I grab her hand again and pull her to me, wrapping my arm tightly around her waist.
“I don’t know anything about any burner phone,” I reply. “But I can guarantee you that it was Tyler or Aurora. Probably Aurora. I’ll have her confirm it tomorrow.”
She looks up at me with vulnerable eyes. Eyes desperate for more.
So I give it to her.
“I want to make sure I filled you up, princess,” I growl, caressing the line of her cheek. “Make sure you’re pregnant. That you havemybabies. Make sureI’mthe only one who gets to worship your body.”
Her mouth opens. She doesn’t speak. But she doesn’t say no either.
That’s my sign.
Her clothes are off in seconds. Her pajama bottoms land in the corner, and her T-shirt lands on her pillow. She throws her arms around me as I lift her up and set her on the bed. My cock is stiff as I tear off my jeans, and I’m practically drooling as I stare down at her naked perfection.
With one hand, I spin her over onto her stomach, then snatch her by the hips and pull her into a doggy style position. Her adorable little pussy shines up at me from between her thighs, and I can’t resist spanking her nice round cheeks, leaving my handprint on both sides of her ass.
She squeals with delight as I sidle up behind her, toss my shirt, and drop my pants. My cock springs out from my briefs, and I set it down on her back, grinding skin to skin, letting her feel what I have in store for her. I’d love to play with her more—tease her—but after feeling like I might have lost her, I need to be inside hernow.
I press my cock to her hole and smirk softly as I hear her gasp as I begin to spread her. I push my hips forward, move deeper, and feel her tight pussy stretching around my swollen cock.
“That’s it, princess,” I tell her, running my fingertips up her back to her hair, which I ball in my fist. “Take every inch of it.”
Mira whimpers as I begin to pound her. Our thighs slap together with every thrust. I feel her juices seeping out of her and dripping down my cock and down my balls and onto the bed. We’re both ferociously turned on. We’re perfect for each other.
“I—I’m sorry,” she mewls, her voice soft. “For doubting you.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper back, leaning in and gently sucking her ear. “Just remember that I love you. Always and forever.”
She nods, but that’s not enough for me.
“Say it,” I growl, spanking her juicy ass once again.
“Always and forever!”
