The Baddest Bad Boy

“That’s it, baby. Take me. I love seeing how your pussy swallows my cock.”

“More, Troy,” I pant, breasts rising and falling. “You can give me more.”

He grins and kisses me. “As you wish, sweetheart.”

Troy pulls all the way out only to push back in, deep this time. The couch moves slightly from the force and my cervix flexes, feeling that huge rod pressing against it. Oh my god, he’s enormous and I begin to pant deliriously.

“Yes,” is my breathy whisper. “Oh god, yes!”

“You’re so tight, Cammie,” he grunts, harsh streaks decorating those cheekbones now. “You feel so damn good.”

We kiss again as our movements become frenzied. His tongue imitates the deep penetration he’s giving me down below and I lift my hips for a better angle. Troy groans heavily in my mouth, even as I feel his sack tapping rhythmically against my bottom with each stroke. Oh my god, oh my god. Is this really happening?

But evidently, it is because Troy reaches around my ass, gently stroking my back buttonhole while penetrating my front. I squeal.

“You like that?” he rasps, watching my face intently. “You like getting your anus rubbed?”

At that, I explode. I can’t help it because this is dirtier than my wildest dreams. Yes, I’ve read a lot of raunchy romance novels, but it doesn’t compare to having an alpha man giving it to you hard in real life. Every cell in my body clenches tight and my vision goes dark before exploding in a flash of light.

“Ohhhhh!” I squeal. “Troy!”

With that, the handsome man reaches his peak as well.

“I’m going to come baby. Are you ready? I’m going to fill your pussy with my come.”

I can barely breathe, but manage to squeeze a few words out.

“Yes, please,” I beg. “Come inside me! In my pussy. Now!”

With that, his balls lift as he stares at me intently, and then Troy begins to shoot. Hot gushes of male seed fill my sweet box, and I squeeze tight, the contractions only pulling his come deeper.

It’s too much for me. My vision goes dark once more and I scream, loving the intensity of our shared climax.

“Troy! Oh god, Troy!”

He feels it too because he kisses me with passion, even while filling my body with his virility. After a few minutes of frenzied pumping, it finally trickles off a bit and we lie there panting. He kisses me again, our bodies damp and moist from the lovemaking.

“That was amazing,” I manage, smiling shyly at him. It’s ridiculous to be shy because we’re pressed together from shoulder to thigh, his cock still buried deep between my thighs. But Troy merely kisses the top of my head.

“Oh, we’re not done yet, pretty girl. I haven’t shown you what can really happen.”

With that, I giggle because what could be better than what we just did? Suddenly, I’m eager to find out and ready to learn.

4

Cammie

* * *

Slowly, my eyes open a crack.

“Oh, God, why am I so sore?” I say aloud to no one in particular.

I stretch my legs. What happened? Every muscle in my body aches deliciously. Did I get hit by a truck and not remember?

Suddenly, it all comes back to me in a rush and I bolt upright in bed. Troy showed up unexpectedly last night, and he took me on every surface of my apartment. The place has officially been christened, as the saying goes.

I bury my head in my hands. What was I thinking?

After all, I don’t even know him! Yes, he’s Caitlin’s brother in law, but we only met once. Sure, he’s handsome, but he didn’t even bother to call after that first meeting. I know next-to-nothing about Troy Simpson, and yet I let him ravage me like a wild beast last night.

Of course, I should feel ashamed, but instead, warm tingles run down my spine at the memory. It was so good, and my pussy aches deliciously today. I wince a bit from the sting while turning to look around the room. Where is Troy now? His shirt is on the floor, but there’s no evidence of the man himself.

Like a lovesick fool, I pick up his t-shirt and take a deep breath. Immediately, the scent of male musk fills my senses and I literally grow heady. God yes, this is the man I was with last night.

Suddenly, a loud crash from outside my bedroom door causes me to jump.

“Shit,” a male voice grunts. “What the hell?”

My heart races. OMG, Troy must still be here. He’s outside. Quickly, I slip his shirt on over my nude form and add a pair of panties from my drawer to be decent. Not that he hasn’t seen me totally naked and spread-eagle for his pleasure.

Then, I tiptoe into the kitchen and the smell of sizzling bacon hits my senses. It’s juicy, salty, and absolutely delicious. My mouth starts to water, even as I process the sight before me.