Page 9 of Addicted to the Bad Boy
“You sure you’ve never done this, princess?” I groan. “Because I’m pretty sure you suck my dick better than it’s ever been sucked before.” I feel her moan something back in response, sending a gleeful vibration through my engorged length. I grip her hair tighter in my fist and fuck her throat, my head swimming with elation. And that’s when she looks up at me, her soft eyes wide and innocent, as she sits on my bike taking my dick in her mouth.
She reaches carefully up and uses her fingernails to stroke my balls, enhancing the sensations already coursing through me. I’m in heaven. No woman has ever driven me to the edge like this. I have stamina, and I want nothing more than to fuck Mira for hours on end. But right now, whatever she’s doing to me is having a profound effect, and I’m ready to explode.
“Get ready to swallow,” I tell her. “I’m gonna come a lot for you, princess. And I don’t want you to waste a single drop.”
She moans back in agreement, nodding slightly as she keeps her eyes fixed on mine. I want to stare back at her for my entire orgasm, but when I go off, I can’t stop myself from throwing my head back like a werewolf and growling up at the night sky. My eyes snap shut, and I drive my hips forward, thrusting every single inch I have down her throat as my cock pulses and I empty my balls into her stomach.
My body shakes, and I reach down and slide my hands into her shirt to grab her tits. They’re even better than I thought. This girl is literal perfection. She sucks eagerly, as if she can’t get enough of my release. When I told her not to waste a drop, she listened.
When I’m finally able to open my eyes, I see her legs spread like she’s ready to take it right here on my bike. And at the deltawhere her sweet thighs meet her pussy, I see a tiny little wet spot, signaling her arousal. Christ, now I want to bury my face down there and run my tongue through her soaked channel until she’s screaming my name over and over.
But I’m so spent that I can barely even stand. And the shock that hits me when I pull my cock from her lips is like being hit by a fucking stun gun. I manage to get ahold of myself, then look down at my beauty with such possessiveness in my soul. She belongs to me. This fiancé thing…I can’t allow that to happen.
I reach down with a tenderness I’ve never known and stroke her hair back out of her face, revealing just how lovely she is. Our eyes meet, and it’s like there’s something deeper there she’s trying to communicate to me.
Is she asking me to save her?
Does she want out of this engagement?
What if that’s it? What if I’m not just a fling, but shereallywants me? I could throw her on my bike, and we could leave Chesterville forever. I could leave the Heartless Bastards, and she could leave the Coolidges. We could start over somewhere else. How gorgeous would this beauty look with a baby in her belly?
“Mira—” But before I can even begin, I hear the sound of the bar door bursting open and barely have time to get my pants up before Sandy comes around the corner like a typhoon.
“There you are!” she whines, sounding like a dying cat. “You were gone so long I thought he might have kidnapped you.”
Talk about a splash of cold water to the face.
“Sure, protect her from me but not from Stan.” I roll my eyes.
“Fromwho?”she retorts.
“Forget it,” I reply. I turn back to Mira, the shining light in my life. “Next time I’ll make sure to give you a ride.”
4
FINN
This beer tastes like piss.
I’m on my third, but it’s not helping. I came back into Jayne’s thinking alcohol would dull the ache Mira left in my chest. Make me forget how the skin of her soft, perky tits felt in my hands. Make me forget the way she moaned on my cock or how she looked up at me with such innocence and submission.
But all it’s done is make me more miserable.
I didn’t fuck her. I should have. I shouldn’t have wasted time having her go down on me. That was a mistake. And now she’s gone—run off with that mouthy friend of hers, Sandy. And I’m sitting here on my own, going completely insane just thinking about her.
Mira. My princess. With her gorgeous honey-sweet eyes and her rosy red cheeks. The way she enthusiastically went down on me like she was just dying to brag that she was able to deepthroat my entirety.
I should have pulled out, bent her over my bike, and taken her. Spread her little virgin cunt open and pounded her while she screamed my name into the night. But Mira’s not like any other women I’ve met. She’s different. She’smine,and I need totreat her like the treasure she is. Every cell in my body knows this. Maybe that’s why I’ve been holding back.
I set my empty bottle down on the bartop, the glass clinking against the wood.
“Another?” Cherry, the girl tending bar tonight, asks, already reaching. I shrug and nod. Fuck it. Might as well drown myself in the stuff.
She sets the bottle down in front of me, and I stare down into the foam, lost in thoughts ofher. Her cute little smile, the way she stood up for me to her friend who no doubt saw me as just another tatted-up biker with no use other than fixing up rich girls’ cars when they need it.
But Mira looks at me like I’m something more. And that surprises me. I thought I was just a fling to her. A one-night stand before the wedding. But could I have been wrong? When I picture her eyes in my mind, I see more there. I see gentleness, caring.
And now she’s gone.
