Bad Boy's Bridesmaid (39 page)

The sensation
overwhelmed me. I arched, nearly forcing him into my pussy.

“This is what I
want.” I begged. “You. Inside me.
Bare
.”

Jack’s turn to
get wild. He fisted cock harder, eyes narrowed for the hunt.

“You better hold
on tight, Kiss.” He abandoned his grin for a masculine, primal determination.
“You’ve never been fucked like this before.”

“Have you?”

He answered with
every honesty I needed to hear. “No.”

The head pressed
against my pussy, easing against me as if Jack feared he’d break me in half. He
was probably right.

His cock was
either a nine inch nightmare of flesh or pulsing promise of sheer pleasure.

I had no idea
what would happen when he finally slammed within me.

The thick head
popped inside me, stretching me full of a man more muscle and hardness than
gentle patience. I gasped, my surprise echoing in a quiet
Oh!

He took his time
to enter me, but it wouldn’t last long. Both of us needed more than the slow
drag of his cock, inch after inch into a tightness that hadn’t been taken like
this…ever.

“So…
soft
…”
Jack rasped as his fingers dug into my thighs. He pushed my legs back and
watched as his thickness slowly impaled me. “Hot.”

I nodded,
grunting as his hips bucked, forcing himself halfway into me.

“I’ve never felt
like this…” I whispered. It revealed too much.

I didn’t know if
I meant that I never had the lip-biting pleasure of a bare cock slipping into
my unprotected pussy, or if it was the truth.

I felt…amazed.

Something more
than lust suffocated me. Jack thrust his impossible cock into parts of me
already tightened and abused from its size.

 I was on the
verge of orgasm, panting and crazed, when the heat overwhelmed Jack as well.

With a grunt, he
slammed the rest inside me, sheathing every agonizing and amazing inch within
my core. I arched and moaned, crying his name, begging for him to either pull
out or thrust harder.

The size was
unreal, and the silky softness of his skin undeniable in my pussy. I clamped
against him. Didn’t mean to. My body tried to milk him before he was ready to
come. My moans softened as my breath was lost in the cadence of his strikes.

Jack fell over
me, capturing me in his arms. He held me tight as his hips bucked, forcing his
cock out only to rip through me once again. Twice. Three times. He captured my
orgasm in a raging kiss—as if he didn’t have enough of me to himself. As if I
hadn’t just given him my body.

He stole my
breath, my words, and my pleasure.

And he returned
every gifted part of me in the bliss of his hard, intense thrusts.

He shifted wild,
as though he were enraged or stricken with an irrational need to slam me
against the bed. His kisses turned to bites, nipping at my neck as our bodies
crashed harder, faster, wetter than before.

“Mine…” He
whispered. “You’re mine.”

He thrust fully
within me, withdrawing to the head but not removing it from me. Just like he
promised. He wasn’t pulling out until he came. Maybe not even then. Maybe he’d
fuck more and more into me, filling me with everything he’d offer and as much
as my body could take.

I gripped his
arms. My tiny hands were nothing to his strength, just a streak of cocoa
darkness grasping to anchor me to the earth before the intensity cast me to
oblivion. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.

And that was
exactly the reason Jack Carson was so bad for me.

He was nothing
good for a girl like me. He wasn’t respectable or responsible. He lived for fun
and the moment, never once planning ahead. He took a different woman every
night without remorse and still needed more.

But I softened
for him, knowing he’d eventually take me, use me, ruin me.

Or maybe he’d
give me the greatest gift in the world.

“Kiss…”

Jack’s words
panted. His thrusts turned rough. Manic. Almost unbearable. He crushed me from
within and I groaned as his weight trapped me between him and the bed. I
tensed, holding my breath, aching for both of our releases.

He warned me
with a hiss.

“I’m gotta
come.”

How had
something so primal and wild become the most exciting three words I uttered in
my life?

“Come inside
me.”

I arched to
welcome him deeper. He didn’t need the permission or the encouragement. Jack
roared, rising to his knees. He bent my legs back, resting them on his
shoulders as he pinned me between his thick chest and the intent of his pulsing
cock. His body rose and fell against mine, earning every aching cry that
escaped my lips.

Hard.

Fast.

Without remorse.

He fucked me
like a man possessed. He knew what to do and how furiously he had to take me to
do it. My hips angled to give him the access he needed, and his cock slipped
deeper inside me. Too deep, striking sensitive spots that either delighted or
scared me, and I didn’t even care.

Nothing had ever
been this wild before. This passionate.

This
intimate
.

And he knew it
too. Jack’s eyes widened before he came, staring at me with bursting blue just
before the first jet of heat claimed me.

I came with him.

Instantly.

My core
tightened and squeezed over his thickening cock. He grew even while inside me,
aching with a newfound hardness that delivered me to my own orgasm.

His seed coated
my core.

I crested and
arched.

My trembling
milked another shot of his cum. He groaned and thrust, peaking inside me again
and again as I shattered beneath him.

Instinctively,
Jack forced his cock all the way inside, jamming against my womb and heating me
with so much of his seed I could hardly breathe, hardly move, hardly comprehend
how much he had wanted me. 

I gripped his
arms, struggling to stay conscious as my breath raced from me in astonished
bliss.

Jack tensed. He
brushed a hand over my face, my lip, my breast. It tickled low, over my tummy,
where the seed would take. Then he aimed for my clit.

My pussy was
still impaled with his thickness. Vulgar. Sexy.
Full
. He flicked my
clit, once, twice, drawing a groan from me that forced a new reaction. I nearly
bent in half, but Jack pinned me to the bed through my delirious convulsions.

I couldn’t come
anymore, but I couldn’t stop this one.

I clenched him,
hard, and Jack shuddered. A shiver raced through us. The heat splashed within
me again. Jack’s groan heralded another thrust, and he growled once more.

His hands
tightened over my waist.

His cock didn’t
soften.

I stared at him,
earning his kiss, taking his seed and I realized this was everything he had
promised, everything he had threatened.

Everything I had
wanted.

I welcomed him
into my arms and coiled my legs over his waist as he fucked more of his seed
into me.

And I hoped he’d
never stop.

Chapter Ten – Jack

This wasn’t just
sex.

Whatever Leah
said, whatever crazy thoughts she stuck in my head, whatever the
fuck
she meant about sex being more than sex?

She was right.

Holy fuck, was
she right.

And I had no
idea what to do now except to keep on fucking her.

I needed to pin
her to the bed, hold her close, unleash all of me inside of her. And then?

…I hadn’t
thought that far ahead.

Christ, I hadn’t
planned for what would happen when I finally pulled my cock from her dripping
slit.

Parting from her
was the last thing I wanted to do. Ever. I’d fuck her until we collapsed from
exhaustion and I’d pin her beneath me until I gasped my last breath.

I
finally
had her. Her heat scalded me. That perfect softness enveloped me. Her tight,
clenching, orgasming pussy milked every drop of seed from me.

And then she
demanded more.

Jesus fuck, I
was just a man. Fucking mortal. I couldn’t live up to this goddess, but I’d
kill myself to give her pleasure.

What was happening
to me? Sex used to be simpler than this. I wasn’t a complicated beast. I played
professional ball for a living and was offered a million dollars to wear a
certain brand of
shoes
. I had no real ambition in life except to win
that championship ring.

My life was
easy. Then Leah spread her legs. Then she told me she wanted me. She welcomed
my cock into her tight, shuddering body and cried out my name when the fucking
overwhelmed her.

She offered
herself and promised to give me a baby.

This wasn’t just
sex.

I had thrust
within her, stroke after stroke, even after I shot my load deep within her womb
and thought my heart would rip itself from my chest. Leah whispered her
encouragement and held me close, kissing me through the shudders. She didn’t
move, and my head had to clear before I understood.

She rested still
because she wasn’t willing to let a single drop of the seed I jetted inside her
womb spill from her body. She lay motionless so it would take hold. So it would
bury in her tummy.

It was the hottest
and sexiest and most cock-hardening realization of my life.

But it was
easier to fuck another load inside her than it was to wait for her to quicken,
even for a few minutes.

“Knees…”

My voice turned
hoarse sometime during the night. I pulled from her for the first time,
shuddering as that dark slit glistened with everything I had pumped inside. I
pushed her onto her belly. Her beautiful, round ass flashed at me. Cocoa, silky
skin, perfect to kiss and touch and take.

I grunted. “Need
to keep fucking you…”

Leah obeyed
though her arms were shaky and her body weak. We both needed to rest. Needed to
talk. We spent hours fucking until we shuddered with fatigue. Our bodies were
raw. Consumed.

But I couldn’t
stop fucking her
.

I used my
strength to hold her to me as I pierced back into her heat. My cock drenched in
her wetness. Before, her own desire coated her thighs. Then, I made a mess out
of her and now her clenching pussy slickened with my cum. After we had parted,
I had one hell of a time pushing her mouth off my cock as she licked away both
our juices. She’d nearly drained my balls again as she’d sucked down my length.

She was ravenous
for me.

Passionate.

Finally
.

After a year of
highlighters and CC’ed emails, meetings and chastisements, Leah let loose.

And fuck, I
wasn’t ready for it.

Her orgasms
trembled from her body into mine. She cried my name with a desperation that
hardened my cock. Her words drove me to her lips so I could silence her pleas
before she tore me apart.

I fucked her. I
held her. I gave
everything
to her. And I wasn’t prepared for what would
happen to my sanity.

I fell over
Leah, pinning her to the bed. My hands folded within hers, pressing her harder
against the mattress. Her hips angled, letting my cock thrust directly to her
core. I crashed inside her, so close to her womb.

It wasn’t just
dangerous now. Fucking her bare wasn’t
risky
.

Every stroke
made it goddamned certain that my seed would root in her womb.

God, I wanted it
to happen. Nothing would stop me. I’d fuck her until she swelled with my child.

And then I’d
fuck her more.

I ground against
her hips, dug my fingers into her ass. Leah groaned and pushed back to impale
herself harder against my length.

She would belong
to me.

She would
conceive. She would grow. She would have my baby.

And I would have
her for my own.

The first woman
I ever wanted was suddenly too dangerous to me. I had no idea what I was
feeling. Hell, I didn’t know what
she
was feeling. It didn’t matter. She
was mine and mine alone. I’d be damned if I let her off the bed without fucking
my baby into her.

She was about to
get into major trouble from her favorite trouble-maker.

She came again.
Hard. Quivering. Her heat completely enveloped my cock.

“I can’t…” She
panted for me, her arm stretching out and grasping the blanket. “This is so…”

“Just enjoy it.”

“So much…”

“Ever been
fucked like this?”

“God, no…”

Yeah, me either.
I felt the same way, down to needing to clench something in my fist. My fingers
sunk into the pillow because I didn’t trust grabbing her fragile, beautiful
fingers. I hardly recognized myself or my strength, and the last thing I wanted
to do was hurt the woman giving me the most amazing gift of my life.

I had never
fucked a woman bare before. It was a good thing I did it with her. If I had
known how goddamned amazing it felt fucking a woman without the burden of a
rubber barrier...

I never thought
it’d feel that good to bury inside a woman when I came.

No. How good it
felt to come inside
Leah
.

My orgasm was
once the only part of sex that mattered. Not anymore. I wanted to watch her
come. I needed to see that quake of her shoulders and hear the groan from her
lips.

Nothing existed
more beautiful than her pleasure.

Except…what
would come from tonight.

Her body would
change because of me. She’d grow a little life inside of her because of me. We
had a connection now…because of me.

I ground harder
against her, taking my fill of her body, of her heat, of everything she offered
and what she didn’t realize she gave. I never felt these sort of things with
the women I fucked. I never imagined a future where I’d ask one to carry my
child.

Fuck, I never
considered having a baby before.

And it wasn’t
some PR stunt. It wasn’t just a reason to save my ass. If it made me look
responsible, fine. But that little life would be
mine
.

Same as Leah.

And I wanted it
so goddamned bad I fucked myself into oblivion and back.

“Jack…”

Her voice
flooded my thoughts, echoing in my head with the delicious little mew. She
sounded almost pained, waiting, wanting me to fuck her harder and crash her
over yet another peak that would render her utterly spent beneath me. “Come
with me.”

“You sure, Kiss?
Want me to stop?”

“No…”

“Want me to come?”

“
Yes
.”

Leah moaned,
shifting her hips as if I wasn’t already hitting the deepest part of her. I
slammed into her body, knocking the air from her chest in a quick gasp. She
clung to the mattress as I rutted. It wasn’t fair to use my full strength against
her, but this woman conquered me from the moment she first kissed me. She
brought me to my knees to taste her. And now? I finally erupted inside her, but
she was the one who tore through my heart, beat at my soul, and rent every
muscle that made me stronger, bigger, faster than my opponents.

Leah destroyed
me from the inside out.

Why didn’t it
bother me?

Why did it feel
so…right?

“Where am I
coming?” I grunted in her ear, each syllable punctuated with a deeper, harder
thrust. “Where do you want me to come?”

“In…inside me.”

“In your pussy?”

“Fuck me, yes.
There.”

“Why in your
pussy?”

She stiffened,
but I knew she hadn’t forgotten our purpose. We dissolved our willpower and
lost our dignity as we fucked like animals. We bred. We mated. Every thrust
indebted her to me because I gave her that seed and the orgasm that milked it
from me.

And yet I was
the one begging. I needed this woman more than anything.

Nothing would
ever drive her from my arms.

Nothing.

“Tell me what
you want…” I grunted. “Tell me, Leah.”

“
You
. I
want you.”

“Will you keep
that seed inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“God, yes,
Jack.”

“What do you
want?”

“I want…I need…”
She surrendered. “Please fuck me. Give me your baby.”

At least she was
honest.

It broke my
mind. I surrendered to that bestial urge, too fucking humbled and
grateful
that
this woman let me fuck her. I’d do anything she wanted,
anything
,
and it wouldn’t be enough until I heard her tell me she’d be mine.

And I wouldn’t
believe her until she proved it.

Until she grew
with my child.

Nothing would
stop that from happening now.

The tingling
began in my cock, creeping through my spine. I grunted, pounding into her,
using her ravaged body as a little toy to pump a surge of heat inside her.
Another load of my seed rushed deep within her womb, and I jammed my cock in as
far as her body yielded. Our skin touched, bare flesh to bare flesh, and my
balls slapped hard against her slit.

Every wave of my
orgasm drained me.

I couldn’t
breathe. Couldn’t think. I clung to her as the only way to tether me to the
world. Leah accepted all of me as she shuddered in weak and exhausted pleasure
again. We both collapsed.

Finally done.

Shattered.

Aching.

Enthralled.

I didn’t pull
out from her. I’d never withdraw my cock from her again if I didn’t have to. We
rolled onto our sides, and my cock kept her stuffed full of everything I
offered.

She stilled in
my arms, but her breathing shuddered as the aftershocks of our fucking stole
her voice. She closed her eyes, her hands gripping my solid arm pinning her to
me.

This wasn’t like
anything
I ever experienced.

I never felt
this close to anyone. Never had such pleasure. I let her rest against my
strength. She had every permission to sleep and enjoy the pure bliss that
crashed over us after the sex.

Fucking.

Love-making
?

Whatever just
happened wasn’t normal.

Or maybe it was?
Maybe
this
was how couples actually experienced passion and sex?

I wouldn’t know.
I never had anything but the mindless fun. Straight physical reactions from
lips around my cock or a pussy separated from me by rubber. Hell, I never
talked to the girls I fucked. I never even learned their names.

But I knew
this
woman. I knew
Leah
. And that made sex…better.

I fucked her
naturally, without protection. Christ. The protection I needed wasn’t a condom.
No one warned me about the insanity that was slipping inside a woman who
stirred everything inside me. She got in my head, fucked everything up, and
left me a mess to sort out.

Sex used to
clear my mind so I could focus on winning, succeeding, championships.

Now I wanted
more. This. Closeness. The
understanding
between the two of us. We
fucked like animals in heat, and we used each other to get exactly what we had
wanted, and we joined to create something amazing…

But it wasn’t
just
sex
. I liked it.

I pulled the
covers over her trembling form, held her tighter against me, and I watched Leah
drift into a peaceful sleep.

Something
changed inside me. Something big. Something important.

And it was as
fucking exhilarating as it was terrifying.