Bad Boy's Baby Part 17

His words thrilled me.

"Do you promise?" I whispered.

"I'm not stopping, Kiss. You're getting f.u.c.ked, and nothing's going to change that. But if you want me to put a condom on, now's your last chance."

No.

I hated the thought. I didn't want anything separating us. My body needed to be full of him-not just his c.o.c.k, but everything else that would come it.

I didn't answer him. I rested against the bed and spread my legs a little lighter. My hips b.u.mped up, brushing his hand, teasing the head of his unprotected c.o.c.k against my slick petals.

Jack shattered. He jerked himself harder, but he understood. He lowered his c.o.c.k as if to test me. Or maybe he teased himself. He rubbed the swollen head against my slit.

How could something so hard feel so soft?

And so hot...

I never took a bare c.o.c.k before. It was too risky in relation to my grand plan. The head beaded with a dangerous, silken droplet. Jack stared at the little bead of pre-c.u.m. We both held our breath as he ground his shaft into my slit once more, blending my wetness with his.

The sensation overwhelmed me. I arched, nearly forcing him into my p.u.s.s.y.

"This is what I want." I begged. "You. Inside me. Bare."

Jack's turn to get wild. He fisted c.o.c.k 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 f.u.c.ked like this before."

"Have you?"

He answered with every honesty I needed to hear. "No."

The head pressed against my p.u.s.s.y, easing against me as if Jack feared he'd break me in half. He was probably right.

His c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k, 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 c.o.c.k slipping into my unprotected p.u.s.s.y, or if it was the truth.

I felt...amazed.

Something more than l.u.s.t suffocated me. Jack thrust his impossible c.o.c.k into parts of me already tightened and abused from its size.

I was on the verge of o.r.g.a.s.m, 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 p.u.s.s.y. 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 c.o.c.k out only to rip through me once again. Twice. Three times. He captured my o.r.g.a.s.m 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 f.u.c.k 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 c.o.c.k. His body rose and fell against mine, earning every aching cry that escaped my lips.

Hard.

Fast.

Without remorse.

He f.u.c.ked 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 c.o.c.k 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 pa.s.sionate.

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 c.o.c.k. He grew even while inside me, aching with a newfound hardness that delivered me to my own o.r.g.a.s.m.

His seed coated my core.

I crested and arched.

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

Instinctively, Jack forced his c.o.c.k 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 c.l.i.t.

My p.u.s.s.y was still impaled with his thickness. Vulgar. s.e.xy. Full. He flicked my c.l.i.t, 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 c.o.c.k 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 f.u.c.ked more of his seed into me.

And I hoped he'd never stop.

Chapter Ten Jack.

This wasn't just s.e.x.

Whatever Leah said, whatever crazy thoughts she stuck in my head, whatever the f.u.c.k she meant about s.e.x being more than s.e.x?

She was right.

Holy f.u.c.k, was she right.

And I had no idea what to do now except to keep on f.u.c.king 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 c.o.c.k from her dripping slit.

Parting from her was the last thing I wanted to do. Ever. I'd f.u.c.k 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, o.r.g.a.s.ming p.u.s.s.y milked every drop of seed from me.

And then she demanded more.

Jesus f.u.c.k, I was just a man. f.u.c.king mortal. I couldn't live up to this G.o.ddess, but I'd kill myself to give her pleasure.

What was happening to me? s.e.x 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 c.o.c.k into her tight, shuddering body and cried out my name when the f.u.c.king overwhelmed her.

She offered herself and promised to give me a baby.

This wasn't just s.e.x.

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 s.e.xiest and most c.o.c.k-hardening realization of my life.

But it was easier to f.u.c.k another load inside her than it was to wait for her to quicken, even for a few minutes.

"Knees..."

My voice turned hoa.r.s.e 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 a.s.s flashed at me. Cocoa, silky skin, perfect to kiss and touch and take.

I grunted. "Need to keep f.u.c.king you..."