The Complete Bad Boy Series (5 in 1): Best Billionaire Romance Collection (Bad Boy Billionaire Stepbrother Romance Paranormal Series)

by Wallace, Brenda

  “Cassandra I knew you’d taste good.” He managed to say before sending me back on the roller coaster ride. He was sucking on my outer lips when his hands started to venture up and fondle my chest. Playing with my nipples while tasting me was starting to be too much. First came the shivers and I knew it wouldn’t be too long before I would explode. He almost had me when he stuck his tongue inside me. He was moving it in and out, holding my legs all the way back. I was gripping the table, holding in my screams and moans because I didn’t want the staff to hear me. That itself was getting harder to do while he was flicking his tongue up and down on my clit, moving it in circles, and tasting every part of me.

  “I want to hear you Cassandra.” I shook my head and he dived in further. He started to insert one finger inside of me moving it rapidly in and out. I could hear my wetness and that turned me on even more. When he slipped in two fingers and started sucking, I could no longer hold back.

  “Oh!” I yelled and grunted soon after. I propped myself up on my elbows just to watch him. His brown eyes were fixated on me. He took his hands and grabbed on my bottom. With no warning, he squeezed and that made me climax.

  “OH Gosh!” I screamed slamming my hand against the table. I started to thrash but he held me down and went licking even faster. When he finished, he stood up, wiped his face and smiled at me.

  Minutes later I sat completely up. I was a bit lightheaded. I’ve never gotten it that good before. I saw Jonathan outside looking out at the water. He was leaning on the railing just staring at the lights.

  “Hey.” I greeted him as I was right behind him.

  “Cassandra.” His smile was warm but in his eyes I saw the same wickedness that took over from before.

  “May I join you out here?” I leaned on the railing next to him. He didn’t answer me, instead he stood behind me. He swept my hair to one side of my shoulder and kissed the back of my neck. I could feel his erection poking me and I leaned my head back and kissed him. He lifted my dress and pulled my underwear down. He pulled his pants down and teased his head against my pulsating hole.

  “Do you want this?” He poked me with every word but never entered me. It was torture.

  “Yes I want it.” I pleaded. I even went as far as pushing back against him trying to put it inside myself. He noticed what I was trying to do so he pulled away.

  “Say it so I can hear you.”

  “Fuck me Jonathan.”

  He moaned and then entered me. The thickness of his head had me yelping for joy. He started slow and I felt the length and girth of him. He was working in and out of me in a circular motion. He took one of his hands to grab my breast underneath my dress and with his other hand, he had his finger in my mouth. I was sucking on it and gently biting down. He started to speed up and he was slamming against me. You could hear our bodies collide against each other.

  “Yes!” I screamed, surprising myself. He pulled out, swung me around, and picked me up. He was inside of me with ease. My back was against the railing, my arms were looped around the top rail for support, and my legs were wrapped around his waist. I started to kiss him passionately and he moaned when I tongues met. I stopped kissing him to whisper in his ears.

  “Just like that.” He grunted in pleasure and started to slow down. I bit his ear and placed my arms around his neck. I leaned as far back as I could and started to grind my hips against him. He hissed and gripped me tighter as he and I moved in the same rhythm. Our eyes were locked on each other. I kissed him hard, grabbing handful of his curly hair. He moaned and I pulled his hair.

  “Thank you.” I said in a hushed tone and we fell in exhaustion.

  We started to pick ourselves up. I began to fix my hair and dress while he was buttoning his shirt.We made our way back inside. He flopped on the couch in one room. I sat on one end. He leaned his head back and looked towards the ceiling. He started to mumble something but his eyes were starting to close. I slanted myself towards him and saw that he was drifting away to sleep. I reached out to touch him but then I found myself falling asleep as well.

  It started off as a soft tickle on my neck. I commence to open my eyes and saw that I was in Jonathan’s arms. He was nuzzling my neck. When he realized that I was waking up he planted a small kiss on my forehead. I smiled and kissed his lips. He began to kiss me back and then went on to undress me. I was almost completely naked when I requested that he take me to one of the bedrooms. He swept me off my feet and within moments he was kicking in the door to one of the private rooms. I was giggling as he placed me on the bed. He locked the door and was now taking his clothes off.

  “Nuh uh.” I hopped off the bed. “Let me.” He gave me a wicked grin as I carefully unbuttoned, unzipped, and undress him. When I got down to his boxers, I kneeled in front of him, and pulled it down slowly. He was already erect. I kissed the head and then proceeded to to give small kisses all the way down his hard shaft. I peeked up and saw that his eyes we closed with his head leaning back. I licked my way back up to the head and heard him hiss. My tongue then licked all over the head until it was dripping wet. He took his hands and touched the back of my head. I let him enter my mouth slowly. I tried to take in more but when I couldn’t move anymore, I started to move back and forth. I was letting my mouth get wetter while my hands gripped him.

  “Cassandra…”I looked up at him and he had this mischievous expression on his face. I could sense what he wanted. My hands met his at the back of my head. I pushed his hands along and he caught the cue. He started to bob my face back and forth, entering me with the same rhythm we had earlier outside by the railing. He had a fistful of my hair while he quickened his pace. I could feel him get even more aroused and when I thought he was going to hit his limit, he pulled me out, stood me up, and bent me over the bed.

  “You want this?” He was teasing me by gliding his erect on my wet lips. I turned and faced him with a smile.

  “Can’t you tell?” I chuckled. He looked pleased and continued to tease me. He would almost put himself in but pull it out at the last second. I was pulsating, my body was screaming for pleasure, and I knew he heard its cries because he has this delicious smirk across his face. Each time he put his head in and pushed a bit further, but then he snatched it away. I even got so frantic that I started to back up. I thought that maybe if I did it myself, he would give in. Instead he pulled away even farther, planted a kiss on my center, and tickled my hole with his tongue. My body started to quiver and I fell against the bed.

  “Now, you’re ready.”

  With those words, he plunged inside of me at full force. I screamed in delight. He held on to my shoulders as he pumped himself in and out of me. HIs body moved against mine with such a might that I could barely breathe. I was howling now. The staff could probably hear us but I didn’t care. The waves of pleasure consumed me. I finally had the strength to prop myself up. I looked back at him and saw that he was hard at work. Winding my hips slowly, I wanted to entice him some more. He grabbed my hips and matched my pace. My hands were gripping the sheets.

  “Are you almost there?” He spoke in a soothing tone. I nodded my head, he spanked me lightly. “I need to hear you.”

  “Yes.”

  “You can’t finish before I finish.” He pulled out of me, laid on the bed, and awaited me. I sauntered over to him, climbed on top, and slowly let him penetrate me. Once I took all of him in, I leaned forward, placed my hands on his chest, and popped my hips up and down. When I quickened my momentum, he moaned and spanked me. He set himself up, and leaned against the headboard. We were up against each other. His hands held my own behind my back and his hips moved along with me. I closed my eyes because I could feel it nearing. The feeling started at the tips of my toes that by the time it reached my waist, I was losing control. We locked eyes and he nodded.

  Within seconds I was on my back, spread eagle, with him injecting me with sweet bliss. I bit his neck and he groaned in my ear. When his pace accelerated, I knew he was nearing the climax; just like
I was.

  “Are you almost there?” I breathed out loud. He replied with a moan. Nibbling on his ear, I added, “Don’t stop until you get there.” He agreed and I closed my eyes so that the flood of pleasure and indulgence could sweep me over. “Yes!” I screamed. He fell against me, kissed my lips, and we again drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Three – The Morning After

  The smell of pancakes and bacon woke me up. I stirred and suddenly remembered that I wasn’t home. I was very much still on the boat. I looked around and I didn’t see him anywhere. I saw that there was a table set with breakfast food. One of the workers just placed the plates down. She nodded at me and walked out. I started to get out of bed and look for my dress, when I saw a note on the nightstand.

  “Cassandra, I had a lovely time last night. I will get in touch with you.”

  I flipped the note over looking for more, but it was blank. I shook my head, gathered my clothes, and slowly ate my breakfast in silence. Every now and then, flashes of last night came to mind. I can’t believe I let myself get carried away like that. He had me in the palms of his hands and discarded me when he was done.

  “Are you done ma’am?” Another worker asked me. I looked down at my plate and saw that I’ve scraped it clean.

  “Yes, I guess I am.” He started to clean the table. Before he could leave, I called out to him. “Sir, let me ask you something.”

  “Ma’am?”

  “What time did the gentleman leave?”

  “Not so long ago actually. About an hour before you woke up he came and spoke to us.”

  “What did he say?”

  “To let you sleep, cook you breakfast, and to do anything that you need us to do.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, we are also supposed to provide you a change of clothes.” He tilted his hand to the sofa and right there was a pair of sweats, a t shirt, and sneakers.

  “Is there a time limit to when I have to leave?”

  “No ma’am.”

  “And is there a shower?”

  “Right behind that door ma’am.” He pointed to that door behind me.

  “Thank you. I wont be long. I’m just going to pop in the shower and then I’ll be out of here.”

  “There is no rush ma’am. You can take as long as you want. Is there anything else?” I shook my head and he was out.

  Taking a shower, I started to clean myself with the sweet smelling and I’m sure expensive products. I wanted to forget all about last night but the flashbacks made it nearly impossible. As the water beat down on my head, it was as if he was there in the shower with me. I could still feel his hands, his body,and his tongue all over me. I closed my eyes and my hands started to caress my body. It went in between my legs and started moving in a circular motion. I was getting warmer to its touch. I pretended that my hands were his. When I felt my juices envelop my fingers, I put two inside of me. When I opened my eyes, what I believed to be Jonathan was there.

  “You still have the energy to go on?” He chuckled.

  “If you were here, you could be doing this.”

  “That didn’t stop you though. So don’t stop until you finish what you started.”

  I saw us on the railing again and then on top of the table. I felt it all over again as my fingers dug in and out of me. I could hear Jonathan’s moans from last night. They fueled me on to reach my goal. I heard him instructing me on how to use my fingers. He told me when to speed up and how he couldn’t wait for me to orgasm so he could taste me again.

  “If you want me to taste you, you have to get yourself there.” He was demanding me as the climax neared. “Faster! You have to go much faster if you want me to taste you. Don’t you want me to taste you?”

  “Yes!”

  “So don’t stop. Don’t stop so I can taste you. Don’t stop so I can savor every drop that escapes from your body.”

  My orgasm was fast and violent. It surged throughout my body. I leaned against the wall of the shower, trying to catch my breath. I opened my eyes. If only Jonathan was really here. He could have gripped my thighs as licked everything all up. But he left like a ghost and my body was haunted.

  The staff gathered by the entrance. I was already dressed with a small bag that held my tattered clothing. Among the faces, I spotted the worker from before. I waved him over.

  “Would you happen to know where I can catch a cab?”

  “Mr. Samuels has provided a car for you. It’s right outside.” He pointed to a black car with a driver that was waiting next to it.

  “So he did.” I mumbled. “Let me ask you a question.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  “How many women have been here before?”

  “Ma’am?” He looked nervous. He started to shift around.

  “Just between you and I.” I whispered. “He’s done this before, hasn’t he?” The worker nodded. “A lot of women?” He nodded again. “I see. Thank you.”

  The driver opened the door and waited until I was seated to close it behind me. I rattled off my address and he was off. As I watched the buildings buzz by, I couldn’t believe what happened to me last night. I asked the driver how often was he dropping off women. He tried to play coy but after some prodding, he informed me that he was driving women around at least twice a day.

  “He’s a busy boy.” I remarked. I let the window roll down and had the fresh air hit me. It was a new day.

  Chapter Four – The Proposal

  I didn’t even realize how fast the weeks flew by until I was knee deep in work back at the cafe. I had push the memories of that night to the back of my head. I haven’t heard a word from Jonathan although I’ve seen him in magazines and blogs. Every now and then he was spotted with an actress or a singer. I didn’t want to feel a ping of jealousy but I knew that their bodies were getting the pleasure that I was missing out on. When looking at his pictures, I was trapped in his eyes.

  “Ms. Moore?” Tarah was knocking on my door.

  “I told you, you can call me Cassandra.” I didn’t even bother to lift my head. My work had consumed me all over again.

  “You have a guest.”

  “I’m too busy for that. Just take a message and make sure you tell them that I’ll get back to them.”

  “Back to the grind already?”

  My head shot up after hearing his voice. Those same brown eyes were in my office. He had on another designer suit I’m sure. His sly grin made me water just a little bit.

  “You can leave us Tarah.” I told her. I walked over and locked my office door. I offered him a chair and he slowly sat down.

  “You’ve been on my mind.”

  “Yes I can tell with all the correspondence.” He laughed. “What brings you here Mr. Samuels?”

  “Ouch, Mr. Samuels. What’s with the formal greeting?”

  “What greeting were you expecting? Did you want me to run in your arms and kiss you all over?”

  “No, but I wouldn’t mind that.” There was a silence and there was a mixture of rage and desire burning within me.

  “Not happening.” I sat back at my desk and continued to do the work.

  “Despite what you think, I have been thinking about you. I can’t get that night out of my head.”

  “Ok.”

  “And I don’t care how cold you are trying to sound, I know you haven’t stopped thinking about it as well.”

  “Whatever.” I kept trying to focus on the work but the numbers started to jumble.

  He stood up and walked over to me. He spun me around the chair and planted a kiss on me. I didn’t even have the chance to dispute before he started to unbutton my jeans. I asked him what he was doing but he didn’t reply. He just continued to pull it off. When I was down to my underwear he kneeled in front of me.

  “Tell me you don’t want me to taste you and you won’t hear from me again.”

  “What?”

  “I know you heard me Cassandra. Just tell me that you don’t want me to taste you and I’ll d
rop right out of your life. Not a word from me; not even a whisper.”

  Looking into his brown eyes, I couldn’t see myself saying the words. All I could do was nod my head and feel his lips against mine. Biting my bottom lip only helped me muffled the screams a little bit. His unyielding tongue knew no limits. Again, he tasted all of me. I almost melted into my chair when started to suck on my sex. His hands gripped my bottom and his head moved back and forth forcefully. His quiet passionate moans turned me on even more. I opened my legs wider, and he brought my knees to my chest. He stuck out his tongue and infiltrated me causing me to whimper just a little bit. He flicked his tongue up and down my slit. I started to shudder. He propped himself up.

  “I should go.”

  He fixed himself up and was headed towards the door.

  “What?”

  “I should head out of here.”

  “Are you kidding me right now?” When he didn’t answer, I placed my legs completely down and pulled all my clothes together. I stood right next to him. “What’s with you?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “A few weeks ago, we share this amazing night of passion and you drop off the face of the Earth. Now you come into my office and start to-”

  “I shouldn’t have done that.”

  “But you did!”

  “I should go.” He turned to leave. Although he was heading for the door, I knew he wanted me to call out to him. All of my good senses were telling me that I should let him walk out and be rid of him, but my body…

  “Wait!” I called out. He spun around. I walked over to him. I began to undress in front of him. He looked pleased when he saw that I was completely naked. “Have it any way you want.”

  With that, he swept me off of my feet and pinned me against the door. He started to unbuckle his pants. He pulled out his erect shaft and propelled deep within me. His tempo was fast and wild. I couldn’t keep up and my body was enjoying every second. It was like ever since that night, my body just could not get enough. From time to time, I would think back to that night and would find my hands between my legs. It would only be a matter of time before I was immersed into it and I wouldn’t stop until I reached my climax. Jonathan fed this appetite that I wasn’t even aware I had.