The Baddest Bad Boy

Meanwhile, Troy’s hand assertively slips into my shirt but I immediately push him away.

“I’m in sweatpants and a tee!” I cry. “I wasn’t prepared for this!”

He merely smiles, eyes hungry. “It’s fine, honey, because I don’t care what you’re wearing. I’m going to take it all off, anyways.”

With that, Troy steps forward again and yanks my top over my head. I’m not wearing a bra because I was just settling in on the couch for some reality TV, so my entire upper body is on display for Troy to see. My breasts are huge and creamy, the tips already hard even though he hasn’t touched me there yet.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, eyes ravenous. “You’re even more beautiful than in your pictures,” he whispers. Then, Troy bends down once more but instead of kissing my lips, he takes my hard nipple between his teeth, sucking the pink tip

“Oh, God!” I cry out. “Uhhh!”

Hot jolts of lightning shoot from my nipple to my cunt, moistening that secret space. Every cell in my body is trembling with anticipation and I run my fingers through his black hair, loving its coarse, thick texture. Oh my god, I’m already going into overload and we’ve hardly even begun.

With a groan, Troy maneuvers us to the couch before helping me lie back. The sofa is an ugly moss green color, but at least it’s huge and accommodates us both easily. But instead of lying next to me, the gorgeous pilot kneels between my legs, a hungry look in his eyes.

“It’s time for me to taste that sweet pussy of yours.”

Then before I can say anything, he pulls my sweats to my ankles, dragging my panties along with them. I gasp, suddenly bared to him as he looks down at my gleaming slit.

“I knew you were pink down there,” he rasps hoarsely. “But now it’s time for me to taste just how delicious.”

Then with a quick movement, Troy’s lips close around my clit. My eyes open wide, pupils dilating as I go stiff for a moment.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I moan, panting. “Please don’t stop. Oh my God!”

Troy merely grins as he runs his tongue upon and down my slit before pushing it deep into my hole. I literally scream then, loving the penetration as he chuckles into my folds.

“You’re sensitive,” he rasps. “But it’ll feel even better like this.” With that, his fingers plunge into my wet hole as he suckles deeply on my clit, the pressure making my pussy gush hotly.

I didn’t know I could feel this way. It never seemed possible, not even in the romance novels I read sometimes. How can I go back to taking care of myself after this? It seems unfathomable, now that Troy Simpson’s shown me how it can be.

I wiggle my hips a bit, panting breathlessly, and Troy chuckles. He slips another finger into my channel, scissoring his fingers to stretch me out.

“You’re tight, baby,” he croons. “So fucking tight.”

Meanwhile, I can’t think.

“Oh my God, it’s too much. Fuck. I’m going to…”

Before I can get the words out, my body convulses in a violent orgasm. My pussy shakes as hot juices flow onto his palm, every part of me alive. But Troy doesn’t stop. He plunges his fingers in and out of my pussy, obscene squelching sounds filling the room, and I scream aloud at the deep penetration. I’ve never had an orgasm last longer than a couple of seconds, but Troy prolongs it, his digits hitting that spot inside that no one’s ever touched.

“Please, mmm! Oh my god, oh my god!”

The handsome man merely grins, slowly drawing his fingers out while my pussy continues to convulse. Then he raises his fingers to his mouth, sucking them off before reaching down to circle his cock with his palm. When did his clothes come off? But I stare at him, panting, appreciative of that sculpted male form. His pecs are broad and firm, with a perfect six pack below them. Those thighs are thick and heavy, and oh god, the pole between them makes my mouth go dry.

“Is that …?” I ask, unable to get the words out.

He merely grins again, continuing to coat himself with my female fluids.

“It’s nine inches, sweetheart. It’s all for you. I’m big, but you’re stretched out and relaxed now, so I know you can take it.”

With that, the gorgeous alpha male straddles me, his hard cock pressed against my thigh.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” he groans, those blue eyes flaring. Something in me cracks, and I behave like a whore.

“Yes, please,” I moan while rubbing my nipples in anticipation. “I need you.”

“Good girl.”

Troy lines himself up with my opening, gently nudging his tip into my sensitive spot. I let out a low whimper as he fills me up an inch at a time, giving me the opportunity to adjust.