Chasing Bad Boys 6_A Bad Boy Romance Series

by Kylie Parker

  “Tequila, vodka, twelve-year-old Scotch… And some other stuff I don’t remember right now…” Kate smiled back at Monica.

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” Monica liked what she had just heard. Neither of the two girls or Isabelle liked alcohol that much but, at that time, they needed to relax. At 11:10 that night, they arrived back at Kate’s house. Monica could not wait to hear what Kate had to say. At the same time, she wondered what Isabelle was up to with Dean.

  “Izzy’s a big girl. She can take care of herself. I don’t think he means her any harm. But, I’m scared for her. To him, she’s just another prize…

  “Cheers, Kate. Now, start talking…” In her pajamas and with a tall glass of vodka in her hands, Monica faced Kate, sat next to her on her left.

  “Ok. Remember my bachelorette party in July?” Kate’s question struck a chord. July is one the busiest times in the industry. Isabelle and Monica could not attend her party. They were in Amsterdam, Holland that night.

  “Yeah, how could I forget? We missed it, remember?”

  “I know; I was just checking. Anyway…” Kate sucked in a deep breath. Her narration would be long and quite detailed...

  “That night, some friends from the neighborhood threw me a party here. Of course they had invited a stripper. But, this guy was nothing like I have ever seen. When you think of bachelorette parties, you have a certain image in your mind. You know, a guy in leather pants, leather jacket, dancing around to loud music and all the women there just put money in his thong or something like that. They’re all drunk and can’t stop cheering, laughing, pinching his butt and stuff like that. It’s pretty crazy.

  According to my friends, he demanded the lights be dimmed with some soft chill-out music: Anything by ‘Enigma’ would do just fine, but he preferred ‘Principles of Lust.’ He showed up at 10pm that night. I let him in. He didn’t even say hello. He just walked in and passed me by. When he started dancing, it was more like a seductive stunt than an actual dance. That guy would walk around, sway his shoulders and slowly take off his clothes. Oh yeah, he didn’t wear any leather outfit; he was dressed in denim. Every few seconds, he would stop before each one of us—seven women in total—and strike a pose, lean forward, flex his muscles. It was pretty clear that he was not really a dancer. But hell… I’ve never seen such a masculine man in my life. Even in the dim light, I could see every vein in his hands. At some point, he leaned towards me. I was sat in this spot, where I am right now. He raised his arms, put them parallel to one another, and put his hands on the wall, a few inches over my head. I couldn’t see his face; he was wearing a black mask, only covering his eyes. I had to lean back in my seat. I got a little spooked, really. You should have seen those muscles, Mon. You should have seen that square, pointy face, just two inches from my face. I couldn’t help but memorize every line on his face. I even went on to scan his body, from top to bottom. His chest was pretty much hairless, and I swear I could count his abs. They were like symmetrical rocks lined next to one another. His scent… Oh, my God, his scent… He wore no cologne, whatsoever. But, he smelled so good, so wonderfully manly… My eyes were fixed on his crotch. I wondered what that huge bulge in his thong was hiding… Then, I heard his hand sliding down the wall. A light touch on my shoulder made me tingle. Before I knew it, his hand was on my right cheek. After that, he ran his thumb along my cheekbone. At that moment, I really wanted to just close my eyes and see what he was gonna do next. But, I couldn’t. While all the other girls were silent, the only thing I wanted was just to gaze at him, smell him, feel him… It was as if he was in love with me, you know? A total stranger in my living room was laying his hands on me, and I felt completely helpless. After he had run his thumb along my cheekbone, I sensed his index finger on my chin. He pushed it up, gently. His lips were barely an inch away from my mouth. My breath was getting heavier; I really wanted him to kiss me. There I was, getting married in less than 48 hours and I had completely forgotten about my future husband. To my disappointment, he took his hand off me and continued his show. About ten minutes later, it was over. He picked up his clothes and left. Honestly, Mon, each and every one of us got really horny that night. I’ve never seen so many blushed cheeks at the same time. Anyway, the girls soon left. I don’t know what they did to their husbands or their boyfriends that night, but I’m sure they all had a great time. I went to the bathroom when the last of them left."

  Chapter Sixteen

  Eight months earlier

  Kate turned out the lights in her living room that night and went to bed. Adrenaline was rushing through her veins. The stripper her neighbors had hired was a lot different than she expected. Yet, his sensual show had aroused her so much that she could not get him out of her mind. Jonathan was out with friends, so she would only see him next on their wedding day. The former flight attendant’s sexual desire was more than she could handle. Even a cold shower was not enough.

  Wearing her pink bathrobe, Kate stopped under the doorframe of her bedroom. It was a hot, summer night. A light breeze was throwing the orange, window curtain to the left. She left the door open. The only available light was a few beams of moonlight, coming through the open window. Two of them barely reached her bed, while the third reached the wall to the right.

  “What a great setting. God, I wanna touch myself right now…

  Kate took her bathrobe off and tossed it on a wooden chair across her bed. She was a little intoxicated by the four vodkas she had had during her party, but still, she was sober enough to know exactly what she wanted to do. Therefore, she lay in bed. Unable to forget about the stranger’s show, she closed her eyes and pictured him in front of her. Her hands were quickly on her ribs.

  “You can’t imagine the things I’d do to you, you big brute. I wish you were here so you could fuck me. Oh, my God, I still remember the huge bulge in your crotch… I’d love to…

  ” Kate was fantasizing about him. She was lost in her naughty thoughts. Just when she was about to slide her right hand down to her clit, she heard something she did not expect:

  “You shouldn’t be doing that; you know…” A deep, stentorian voice filled her ears. Kate jolted up and tried to cover her chest with her left forearm.

  “Who’s there?” She looked around her but saw no one. Upon hearing her trembling voice, the man who was talking to her walked into her room. He was very tall. Although she was able to see his massive frame, Kate still had no idea about his identity. A chill crept up her spine. Within five seconds and approaching her from the right side of the bed, the stranger stopped in front of her and sat on his knees. He had no clothes on. Leaning towards her, he whispered:

  “Lovely ladies like you should never be left alone…” A beam of moonlight lit up his face. Kate could not recognize his eyes or his voice. However, it was immediately clear to her that the man in front of her was the stripper her friends had hired for her bachelorette party.

  “Oh, my God! What the hell are you doing here? I thought you’d left!” Kate yelled at him. She then took a pillow from next to her and tried to cover her naked body. The stripper did not speak. Instead, he rose, maintaining eye contact with her, with a crooked smile on his face.

  “Tell me…Kate. Your husband’s twenty years older than you. Do you really think he can keep you satisfied?” She couldn’t bear his ironic tone. Kate was too embarrassed to allow him to stay any longer.

  “Get out of my bedroom! Get out of my house or I swear I’m gonna call the cops!” Even her high-pitched squeal was not enough to deter him. He just stood there over her, with his arms folded across his chest.

  “What a lucky old fart… He’s gonna have that sweet pussy of yours all to himself. But, I doubt he’ll ever be around to enjoy it. And what about those big tits? Sure, they’re not real, but they look real enough. I’m saving the best for last… Your ass, Kate. It’s so round, so perky, so sexy. Tell me, when was the last time he paid attention to your…” At that point, the stranger paused. He unfolded h
is arms and went over to her. This time, he leaned towards her so much that their faces were barely two inches away from each other.

  “Wonderful existence?” He lowered his voice. It sounded husky, sending her pulse rising even more. She gave him a lustful look. But, the young, voluptuous woman would not give in just yet. He was a good talker. Kate loved the compliments on her body.

  “Kate…” He whispered.

  “Does her ever worship your body? Is he good with his mouth? Like, stuff himself with those big tits of yours and bite those nipples? Pinch them? Does he probe your pussy with his tongue? Does he kiss and bite your ass? Kiss it…Lick it… Grab it… Squeeze it…” He spoke very slowly while his hand was slowly creeping up the bed. Just when he finished his sentence, Kate felt his hand on her right ankle. By now, his soft, quiet voice had added to her arousal. Her breath was getting heavier, just like earlier, during his show. His words echoed in her ears; she bit her lower lip. His fingertips slowly traveled up her calf and stopped on her knee.

  Kate could not take it anymore. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Their lips locked in a long, demanding, passionate kiss. Dean took his hand off her leg and pulled her closer. In his arms, Kate put her inhibitions aside. Her imminent wedding did not matter at all. All she wanted and desperately needed was his touch; the longer, the better. She felt her heart pounding in her chest. Kate’s heartbeat was so loud that she could actually hear it, along with the muffled sound of their sloppy kiss. She then laid her hands on his back. Her long nails dug into his flesh; his scent was filling her nostrils again. But, it felt so much better with his tongue in her mouth.

  Both of them were eager to explore each other’s bodies. Ever the patient lover, Dean ran his right palm all over her leg, from bottom to top. Kate’s soft sighs in his mouth were getting louder. Three minutes into their kiss, her legs began to twitch. She lay in bed, but she would not take her hands off him. She put them on his cheeks and pulled him closer. Dean would not continue kissing her, though. His lips landed on her chin and started making their way down, towards her neck. He lay on top of her. She felt his large manhood rubbing against her left inner thigh. The moisture in her pussy was increasing.

  Laying long, sloppy kisses on her neck, her mysterious lover got busy with her large breasts. He placed both hands on each one of her tits and pressed them together before his lips touched the smooth, silky flesh of her wonderful D cups. As if he was doing the things he had earlier wondered about, Dean tried to take as much of her left boob as he could in his mouth. He opened it wide and sucked on her boob, licking her hard nipple in a circular motion.

  “Oh…Oh, my God, what are you doing to me? Kate sensed her nipple being trapped between his teeth. At his gentle bite, she banged her left arm on the bed and then put it on his head, running her fingers through his hair. She used her free hand to caress her right boob, but Dean would not let her. He pushed it away; by no means would he allow her to play with herself. Besides, his left hand was already squeezing her boob and rubbing her nipple. Seconds later, he kissed the small gap between her tits and sensually licked the area around her right boob. Pressing Kate’s breasts together again, Dean repeated the same move on her other boob. But, he was not done with her chest area yet.

  He kept filling his palms with her large breasts, while his mouth traveled a little south, towards her midsection. Kate had already suspected what he was about to do. So, she pulled herself slightly up and leaned against her shoulders. Already wet and with a burning desire to feel him deep inside her, she wanted to see everything.

  After stroking and caressing her ribs and her stomach, Dean licked it from side to side, twice. Kate was expecting to feel his tongue on her clit, but it seemed that Dean was indeed a very thoughtful man, who knew exactly what he was doing. He put his hands on the bed to support his weight and then went on to sit on his knees. Kate’s legs were twitching; he put his hands on her right leg and pushed it up into the air.

  “Oh, why didn’t he just lick my pussy? What else does he have in mind?

  Dean’s lips on her ankle were indeed a pleasant surprise. Although he had not paid attention to her vagina yet, Kate welcomed it. No one had ever paid attention to her legs before, despite the fact that they were quite long and lush. As one would expect, Dean did not stop there. While he licked her ankle, his hands slid up her calf. He squeezed her calf muscle gently before he began to kiss it, greedily. She felt his teeth on her silky flesh once more, causing her to grab onto the purple sheets under her palms. He was taking his time with her, even though her first thought was that he would just fuck her for five minutes and leave, just like Jonathan and her former lovers did.

  The tip of his tongue reached her knee. During his leg worship, Kate would grab her boobs one at a time and squeeze them. When he finally took her thigh in his palms, Kate tilted her head back, enjoying the moment. This time, though, Dean was not going to let her down. He licked her right inner thigh and kissed it, just like he did with her left one.

  Then, her aspiring lover stopped and opened his eyes to face her. Kate put her right index finger in her mouth and licked it, sensually. He gave her one last, sexy smile and closed his eyes. Kate spread her legs wide, eagerly anticipating the feel of his tongue on her clit.

  “Awwwwwwwww, my God!” A loud moan escaped her. It had taken him long enough, but Dean was finally paying attention to her clit. It was swollen and aching for his touch. Before taking it in his mouth, he rubbed it with his right thumb. His left hand got busy with her labia. It gave Kate great pleasure to feel his strong fingers stroking her pussy lips up and down. What she really loved, though, was his lips on her clit, sucking it like sucking the juices out of a half-peeled orange. His pinky even collected some pussy juices, flowing down her left thigh. As much as she enjoyed everything, Kate’s desire had not been quenched. However, she was not used to that kind of attention and decided to play along. Her first orgasm was much too close to start complaining.

  Dean’s long index finger penetrated her. He pushed it all the way into her dripping wet pussy, causing her body to tremble. Kate’s moans could easily be heard from outside. She grabbed Dean’s hair and pushed his face against her clit. To her lasting pleasure, he would not stop licking it, while pushing his finger in and out of her.

  “Oh my God… I’m cumming!” Kate jolted up and looked at the back of Dean’s head, biting her lower lip and breathing hard down on him. Her long, explosive orgasm was something completely new to her. She was dizzier than before; the room around her was spinning. As soon as Dean realized that she had flooded his finger with pussy juices, he pulled it out and laid one last kiss on her clit. He looked up at her; she was happy and had a huge smile on her face.

  Neither of them had the will to verbalize. Crazy with lust, Kate leaned towards him and placed her hands on each side of his neck. She longed for his thick lips on her own; she tried to pull him towards her. Dean understood what she had in mind. He rose and leaned towards her, for one more long, passionate kiss. This was the first time she could actually taste her own juices. She was once again in Dean’s embrace, with his long, strong arms on her back, fondling it.

  “Lay down for me…” she hummed, ending their kiss. Dean did as he was told. Clueless about what he had in store for her, Kate turned around, but she felt his hands on her shoulders when she leaned forward, towards his 9-inch cock.

  “No… Didn’t you hear what I said? Straddle me. Face my feet.” Kate heard his firm, commanding tone. Her initial confusion soon turned into curiosity.

  “Why?” She squinted at him.

  “Just do it…” Dean left her no choice. If Kate wanted this great night to continue, she had to obey. Therefore, she turned around and faced his feet. Dean’s hands were quickly on her hips, pulling her closer to him. Without much effort, he brought her big, juicy ass right in front of his face.

  “Look at that ass…” he murmured. Meanwhile, Kate was staring at his big, hard cock. Precum was drippi
ng from the tiny hole. She was flattered that a man like him could be so turned on, just by licking her pussy. Just when he finished his sentence, though, she felt his mouth on her right butt cheek.

  “Ooh!” she exclaimed. Despite her experience with men, Kate had still not found a man who paid that much attention to every single one of her erogenous zones. Most of them would either rub her clit or play with her breasts. Before her plastic surgery, they were not that big; she had full B’s. But Dean was an entirely different man, ready to satisfy her. Needless to say, the young woman loved his move. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and leaned towards it. Stroking his balls with her left hand, Kate pushed it in his mouth. Amidst several, sloppy kisses all over her gorgeous ass, she heard him mumble:

  “Yeah, baby… Come on, suck it…”

  Dean’s ass worship was just beginning, but he was not going to stick to her ass. With her dripping wet pussy so close to his face, he would not resist the temptation of tasting her pussy juices again. It did not take him long to start playing with her butt cheeks. He ran his tongue across her ass, from left to right and vice versa. Then, he grabbed and held onto it, preparing for some more pussy licking. This time, though, he would lick her labia first. So, after a gentle slap on her left butt cheek, Dean’s lips landed on her pussy lips. At the same time, Kate was sucking his large cock, while jerking it with her right hand.

  “Awwwww! You’re crazy… Oh, my God, you’re crazy…” Dean had done the unthinkable. For Kate, at least. He had actually pushed the tip of his tongue inside her and was now tongue-fucking her love hole. She had to pull his cock out of her mouth just to express her surprise. His hands were spreading her cheeks and holding onto them. Every few seconds, he would pull his tongue out of her, just to suck some of her pussy juices and kiss her butt cheeks some more. Kate was in heaven. With a throbbing cock in her mouth and a man like him in bed, doing all the things to her no one else had. At some point, though, the whole thing was just too much to handle; her arousal was that great that she felt like he was torturing her, plus she was so good at sucking his cock that Dean was pushing his crotch up and down. Kate would not let him cum like that. She wanted to feel his manhood deep inside her. Less than five minutes into his ass worship, she got up and turned around. Incredibly, he was not done yet.