Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

Fifteen minutes. I’ll be done in five.

I make my way back to where she is sitting and grab her hand forcefully.

“Haden, for the love of God what are you doing?” She scowls, trying to release her grip from mine.

With the key in my hand, we make our way to the cloakroom. I open the door and switch on the light, pushing her inside. Closing the door behind us, I don’t give her time to ask any more ridiculous questions. I slam my mouth onto hers as I push her against the wall. She clutches onto my shirt and manages to pull away for just a split second.

“We can’t do it in here. What about all the coats?” She panics.

“Fuck the coats. You gonna tease me all night in this white dress?”

“I wasn’t teasing you, I—”

I want my mouth back on hers. Our tongues are in a battle, feverishly fighting until she lets out a deep moan, the one that makes me rock hard, wanting to explode. I don’t have much time so I quickly flip her around, pushing her against the wall again, this time with her back to me until all I can see is that sweet ass of hers. I lift the corner of her dress, exposing one cheek. She’s wearing those French laced panties that made me blow in my pants last time. Fuck. With her skin in full view, I grab my palm and slap her ass hard enough for her to let out a squeal.

“Guess you can’t be quiet, huh?” I mock.

There are fancy coats hanging beside me. Designer labels, probably. I grab the white one closest to me and pull the belt off the coat. It’s soft and will do the job. I take the belt and place it over her head, then cover her mouth. Pulling it back around her head, I tie a knot so it’s firm but not too tight.

Moving her hair away from her ear, I lean in to whisper, “I’m going to fuck you now. It’s going to be hard, and you’re going to scream.”

Her body is waiting, the goose bumps forming along her precious skin. I don’t want to waste any more time and I unzip my pants till my cock is free. I slide my fingers into her panties and feel how soaking wet she is. Fuck me. My girl is ready for me. No more waiting. Just fuck her hard and make her come.

I grab my cock and just the slight touch causes me to moan. Pushing her panties aside, I slide myself in nice and hard, watching her arch her back as her knees begin to shake. I fucking love when her knees shake.

The tightness of her pussy feels like heaven. This is fucking torture . . . c’mon, your cock should be able to hold out for a couple more minutes.

Placing my hands on her shoulder, I push her against the wall, gripping tight as I continue to thrust into her. Sweat is dripping off my forehead, and unable to control my thirst, I slam harder while I lower my hand against her clit. Such a beautiful clit. It’s perfect . . . just the way I like it. Pink and swollen. I want it in my mouth. I want everything right now.

But time is running out.

I can’t be a complete jerk.

I loosen the belt enough for her to talk and let her dictate our happy ending by asking her how she wants me to make her come.

“My ass.”

When your girl tells you to make her come by fucking her in the ass, you better pull your cock out of her pussy fast before she changes her mind. My cock is dripping with her juices. I rub the tip and shaft against her hole. Her moans escape and I swiftly tighten the knot on the belt.

I always worried how she would cope with my piercing, but I soon found out that it gave her mind-blowing orgasms. So anal, yeah . . . that was my favorite fucking style.

I slide my cock into her ass slowly. As soon as I’m fully in, her body gives me the green light. Her skin against mine is making this delicious sound and as I lean in to rub her swollen clit again, my cock goes in deeper and her body shakes instantly. Her wild screams are muffled, but hey, I’m not Superman. I ain’t got no superpower to stop what’s about to happen . . .

I’m fucking seeing stars, exploding inside her as the sensations ravage every part of me. I let out a deep, grumbling groan, tightening my grip on her shoulders. I didn’t want to hurt her but the marks I’ve left . . . they are red.

Our heavy pants echo through the confined room, and with a gentle kiss on her shoulder I ease my way out, slowly causing her to flinch. Untying the belt around her mouth, I throw it somewhere into the pile of coats as she turns around and adjusts her dress.

“You okay?” I ask while helping her with her dress.

With a wicked smile she fixes my shirt and straightens my tie. “If that’s the reaction I get out of you for wearing this dress, then I picked the right one for tonight.”

I stare into her eyes with a stern face. “No, that’s what happens when other men are trying to take what’s mine.”

“We talked about this. You’ve got to control your jealousy,” she reminds me gently.

“No, you talked and I refused to listen.”

“And I told you there’s nothing I can do to stop that from happening.”