The Bad Boy Wants Me

‘Wow! What a night it’s been.’

I think of myself pressed up against the wall, one leg thrown over Cash’s shoulder while he ate me like a starving man and how the whole world had fallen away then. Even now thinking about it makes my sex throb. I look up at myself in the mirror again. At my pink cheeks, my wild eyes, and feel a shaft of fear. This is not at all going according to plan.

‘Maybe it’ll be all right,’ I try to reassure myself. ‘Maybe this is the way it is meant to be.’

Avoiding my eyes I remove my make-up, brush my teeth, and use the toilet. My hair has died into a rat’s nest, so I brush the tangles out and braid it into one long plait down my back. Back in my room I slip on a pair of panties, pull a super-large T-shirt over my head, and sit on my bed. I open my drawer and take out Monstrosity and begin to write in it.

Dear Monstrosity,

Despite my best efforts, sadly, I have lost another battle. A big one. It is now one in the morning so I won’t go into the disgraceful and humiliating details of my defeat at his hands right now, but in the interest of truthfulness, three painful observations must be made:

It was an easy victory for the unscrupulous one, and …

The enemy being mad, devoid of reason, and cruel will almost certainly rub my nose in it and mock me at every chance he gets.

I am too weak to resist the enemy and it is clear now that the war will be lost. It may even be tomorrow!

On a brighter note, I think I found a friend in an unexpected place. I will tell you all about her tomorrow.

Goodnight, dear Monstrosity.

I lock my diary, put it back into my drawer, switch off my bedside lamp, and lie on the top of the duvet. The room is full of moonlight. It’s a hot night and I’m glad for the cool breezes that blow in through the open windows. The night must have exhausted me far more than I realized, because I fall asleep very quickly.

Chapter Thirteen

Tori

I am jerked awake suddenly.

A hard body is pressing against me. Seized by an unthinking panic, my immediate reaction is to kick and scream as loud as I can. I only have time to open my mouth before a large hand clamps down over it. In the silvery glow of the moon my fearful eyes collide with Cash’s beautiful ones. They seem bizarrely bright and as translucent as emeralds.

He places his index finger against his lips. ‘Shhh …’ he says, and as he sees realization come into my eyes he takes his hand away from my mouth.

‘You scared the shit out of me. What the hell are you doing here?’ I whisper fiercely.

‘Finishing what I started,’ he replies coolly.

‘So you just decided to jump me in my bed like some freaking prowler?’

‘Sorry,’ he says sounding not the least bit sorry. ‘But my cock couldn’t rest for thinking he missed out on all the action earlier.’

His shoulders are naked, the skin gleaming like burnished gold. My heart is still pounding like a drum, but the fear and panic have disappeared like a puff of hot breath on a cold night. As the exact nature of the situation hits my sleepy brain, my body tightens with excitement. Oh. My. God. He came for me. He came for me. Cash is in my bedroom. On my bed. I can hardly believe it. My most amazing most secret girlish fantasy has come true.

I gaze into his gorgeous eyes and all the logical, rational objections of why I shouldn’t fall away. I know I’m just another girl who is willing to get fucked by him, and maybe I will regret it. Maybe I will get hurt, maybe he will break my heart or scar me forever. Or maybe …

You know what?

Cancel all that bullshit internal dialogue.

I’m here. He’s here. He wants me. I want him. Call it plan B. Call it whatever you want. Who cares? I’ve waited this long. So what if he’s all the terrible things he is? Let me have my one night with him so I can put this endless longing and craving behind me, and carry on my merry way. I deserve this.

‘What the hell is he waiting for then?’

With wide eyes I watch him lift himself away from my body. Completely naked and his dick as hard as a rock and already sheathed, he kneels astride my thighs like some kind of avenging angel. The strong muscles of his thighs look bunched and powerful, and the golden hairs shine silver in the moonlight. It sends a thrill through my body just to look at him.

With one hand he pulls my upper body off the bed, and with his other he yanks my T-shirt smoothly over my head.

‘Your tits are fucking perfect,’ he growls, feasting his eyes hungrily on them.

He grabs my wrists roughly and holds them above my head.

For a few seconds more he stares down at the picture I make, my body stretched out, and my hands held high above my head. Then he swoops down and takes a nipple in his mouth.

I draw in a harsh breath.

He licks it gently, and when I moan he flicks his tongue back and forth over the hard tip. I arch into his mouth and he soaks it with saliva. Oh Jesus. He has no idea how many years I have waited to feel that. My breathing becomes heavy and erratic and my body starts to burn with need as he continues sucking. I move my head from side to side. I want to moan. I want to groan. I need to make some kind of sound, but I clench my teeth to keep myself silent.

Watching me through half-hooded lids, he bites down on my nipple.

My eyes fly open and an involuntary shocked gasp is torn from my throat.

With his gaze fixed on me he continues sucking until the needle sharp pain mingles with pleasure and takes on a different hue. It begins to ache and throb for more. I know I can’t stay silent for long.

I look at him with pleading eyes. ‘I’m going to make a sound and someone will hear.’ My voice is hoarse, unrecognizable.

‘I’ve got it covered, Wildcat,’ he says, and lifting his thighs away from my body he drags my panties down my legs. Balling them in his fist he stuffs them into my mouth. I cannot imagine what I must look like, my hands held together at the wrist high above my head and my mouth filled with my own panties, but something primal and possessive glitters in his eyes as he looks down at me.

‘Hold your position. I want to see your body submit’ he orders, as he lets go of my wrists.

Like a wild animal he licks my stuffed mouth, my face, my neck, my nipples, my belly button until my body feels as if it is on fire. Finally, he opens my thighs and lets his finger brush along my heated crack.

‘You’re dripping, Wildcat,’ he says, and swipes his tongue along the slick gash.

My hips writhe upward and my hands claw at the sheets while he expertly and mind-blowingly does what no one else has ever done to me: rolls my clit in his fingers. Then he places both his palms under the cheeks of my ass and lifts me up. He places his thumbs in the creases between my thighs and my body. Holding me as if I am half-a-coconut he worms his tongue into me.

The sensation is insane, but he follows it with something that supersedes everything else. He locks his hot wet mouth on my clit and sucks it real hard, making me throw my head back in pure ecstasy as my whole body begins to heave.

I wriggle and grind my sex into his face as he tightens his hold and inserts two fingers into me. I start purring like a frigging cat. The sucking just goes on and on while his fingers pump into me until my back arches, my teeth clench together, and my pussy gushes uncontrollably into his mouth. It fascinates and shocks me when I collapse back on the bed to realize that my hands are still obediently held over my head.

‘It’s time to feed pussy,’ he growls, and before I can even form any kind of coherent thought, he lays his hands on either side of me and drives his hips forward, impaling me completely.

I scream at the speed with which he drives his long, incredibly thick cock into me. Once buried deep inside me he goes completely still. Our eyes catch. Mine are widened and shocked and his are excited and glazed.

‘You’re so fucking tight,’ he snarls.

As my sex adjusts and tightens around the invading s

haft, I revel in the sensation of being stuffed so full of Cash. It is like nothing I have known before. It is far, far better than any of my girlish dreams or even my most forbidden fantasies.

I am panting so harshly my body is heaving.

‘Relax,’ he orders, his big hands caressing and sending beautiful heat into my skin.

‘Go on. Don’t stop,’ I say, but it comes out as muffled, meaningless sounds.

‘Wrap your legs around me,’ he commands.

I obey, my hips lifting off the mattress.

With his eyes locked on mine he tears into me so hard it makes me cry out. He withdraws and when he is about halfway out he slams back in. I groan. He finds a steady pace. Pounding me so powerfully, the flesh of my entire body jiggles. It feels as if the whole bed is jumping and bouncing. Mewls of pleasure are escaping my mouth as I thrust my clit onto his hardness. Incredibly my entire body starts tightening once again as if I am about to climax! I dig my heel into his ass and cry out his name as my body shakes and spasms with release.

‘Go on, Wildcat. Cum all over my hard dick,’ he snarls, his eyes fevered as he pushes faster and faster into me.

The sensations exploding inside are intense and uncontrollable as his pelvis slaps my clit relentlessly. I feel my eyes roll back and my senses slip away. Gasping with pleasure I cling to him with my legs as my world breaks apart. The contractions go on and on until I lose muscle co-ordination.

My body convulses and vaguely I sense that I am being held, arched, and open, even as he continues ramming into me. Even after my orgasm has subsided, he keeps my exhausted body in the same position so I can feel the full thrust of his hardness against me. Then it’s his turn: he tips his head back and, with a low guttural roar, rams into me one last time and lets go.

My mind is still spinning from the intensity of my climax and my pussy is trembling when he lowers my hips to the bed. I do something I have never done. I moan in protest and claw at his hips to keep him locked onto my body so his cock doesn’t slip out. Resting on his elbows he pulls the saliva soaked knickers from my mouth.