Chasing Bad Boys: A Bad Boy Romance Series (Chasing Bad Boys Book 6)

by Kylie Parker

  “You’re so fucking wet…” Dean hummed, with his hands all over her long, lean legs. He turned his head to the left and found her right ankle. He kissed it. Meanwhile, Isabelle had her hands on her tits. Sweat, mixed with water was dripping down Dean’s brow and chest. Isabelle watched his muscles flex as he pushed his cock in and out of her, slowly. His long, deep strokes were so pleasurable to her…

  With his tongue licking her right calf up and down, Dean tightened his grip on her thighs and quickened his pace. Squinting at him, Isabelle kept squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples every few seconds. She could now hear his heavy balls slapping against her butt cheeks. Filling her up, Dean dug his short nails into the smooth flesh of her thighs. Isabelle loved seeing the tension on his face. The way he looked so happy inside her added to her arousal. He kept his eyes closed for some seconds and would only open them to look right into her eyes.

  Gliding his hands on her legs, he caressed her upper thighs. Dean’s fingers held her flesh, as he quickened his pace. She sensed her second orgasm was close. Then, Isabelle took her hands off her tits and placed them onto his, as if she wanted to urge him to fuck her harder.

  “I’m cumming…” he moaned, gritting his teeth and squinting at her beautiful breasts. Dean was pounding her pussy. His thrusts were short and fast, as his large manhood reached her outer rim. It did not take long for Isabelle’s body to quake, more violently this time, as she climaxed hard on his cock, flooding it with pussy juices. Dean pulled out and grabbed it in his right hand. He jerked it a few times before spewing a large load of semen on her belly. Still trying to catch her breath, Isabelle remembered that she had not returned her favor. Dean had made her cum earlier, and she was too busy enjoying his cock inside her that she completely forgot. For that reason, while he was still in front of her, she put her legs down on the floor and leaned forward.

  “Maybe a blowjob will turn him on again, and he’ll give me some more of that big cock. I wish he will…

  “You naughty girl…” Dean smiled down at her, as she wiped the tiny drops of semen off his cock with her left thumb. After their first encounter, Isabelle realized that he had not paid any attention to her ass. But, a nice blowjob would make sure that he did, eventually. With the cock head in her mouth, she placed her hands on his abdomen. It was hard and tight, just like his cock, growing harder in her mouth.

  “That’s it, baby, suck my dick…” he urged her. Dean pushed the several strands of hair on her face to the left. She had closed her eyes, trying to swallow him whole. Isabelle took her left hand off his abdomen and grabbed his balls, giving them a light squeeze. Watching his cock disappear into her warm, wet mouth, Dean stroked her head, using his left hand. She looked up at him; his amazing smile sent shivers up her spine. Soon enough, her right hand was on the shaft of his big cock, jerking it, slowly at first. But, the sexy flight attendant was curious. She had already seen him walking by her. Naturally, her gaze was fixed on his ass. It looked firm. Now, she had the chance to see for herself just how firm it really was.

  So, she glided her left hand on his waist, at an agonizingly slow pace. Upon reaching his right butt cheek, she loved the feel of it in her palm: Indeed, it was very firm and nearly hairless.

  “Oh!” A loud moan escaped Dean. Seeing that he liked it, Isabelle quickened her pace. His dick was almost fully erect, ready to fuck her some more. She pulled it out of her mouth and laid a soft kiss on the head, before running her tongue all the way down to the shaft. She wanted to suck it some more or even make him cum with her tongue. But, just like her, Dean wanted some more action. And, just when she tried to take his cock back in her mouth, he put his hands under her armpits. Isabelle felt his immensely strong arms picking her up in the air.

  “Ooh!” she exclaimed. Isabelle did not expect it, but, in a second, she was in his arms, looking down at her 6’4” lover. He had a crooked smile on his face. His wet body was slippery, but she managed to wrap her legs around his back and her arms around his neck. Anticipating his penetration, Isabelle leaned forward towards him and angled her lips for yet another kiss. He had both arms on her back. Thirty seconds into their kiss, Dean grabbed his cock with his left hand and led it into her wet pussy.

  This time, it was much more moist than before. Isabelle had sucked him so well that his pace was not even slow at first. In fact, Dean started pounding her, as soon as he felt her pussy engulfing his cock. Now, Isabelle could hear his balls slapping against her ass, much harder. Dean’s hands slid down her back, picking up all the sweat and the water from it, finally stopping on her big, round ass. He filled his palms with her flesh, quickening his pace. She ended their passionate kiss and whispered in his left ear, nuzzling his neck with her nose:

  “Right there, yeah, that’s it…”

  A strong man like him had no problem supporting her weight. His grip on her ass was so firm that he was pushing her up and down on his cock with ease. Isabelle loved tall, strong men, but never had the chance of dating one so far. Scrawny frat boys full of testosterone were somewhat good in bed, yet they all seemed to be in a hurry, as if someone was chasing them. They never took their time with her, much to her frustration.

  Dean was much different. She admired his well-sculpted body. By now, she had completely forgotten everything that Kate had told her. In the heat of the moment, she had surrendered to him. Still in his arms, she sensed one more orgasm was close. Their moans filled the room. Dean’s short, fast thrusts were giving her all the pleasure she so much craved.

  “I’m cumming!” she screamed and held him even tighter. Her third orgasm that day was a lot more powerful than the other two. She held onto him, kissing his neck, feeling his manhood all the way inside her dripping wet pussy. His pulsating cock was about to explode for the second time. He gently pulled her hair with his right hand and brought her face in front of him. During their last kiss, she climaxed, once more flooding his cock with pussy juices. Dean would not pull out, even though he had the chance. His own orgasm was loud and aggressive, seconds before she collapsed onto him, loosening her grip, gasping for breath.

  Chapter Eleven

  Both of them were on the wooden floor. With his back against the bench on the left side of the sauna, Dean remained silent. He only stroked Isabelle’s arm. She was lying on his broad chest, fondling his abdomen. She was the first to speak.

  “Is that what you had in mind when you invited me and my friends here?” Her nonchalant tone was welcomed by an equally lazy response.

  “Well… Yeah.” Dean had no reason to lie to her.

  “I liked last night. I was cold for the most part, but I loved it. You had me from the moment you sang to me. I mean, first the plane, then, the romantic night, the spa… You’re a charmer, Mr. Marshall.” She looked up at him and laid a sweet kiss on his lips.

  “Guilty as charged, Ms. Miles. I’m pretty sure your friends are having a good time, too. I don’t think they’ve missed you, just yet.” For a moment, Isabelle thought he was joking. However, his smile had disappeared.

  “What are you talking about?” She got curious.

  “I’ve got some of the best masseuses in the tri-state area working here, Isabelle. Right now, Ms. Legs and what’s her name again?”

  “Kate.”

  “Right. Ms. Legs and Kate are having the time of their lives.” His manly tone filled her ears again, but Isabelle did not like the fact that he called Monica “Ms. Legs.” She got jealous.

  “Um, Dean…” She tapped him on the stomach.

  “Yeah?”

  “Do me a favor, will ya? Don’t call Monica ‘Ms. Legs.’ I know, she’s a leggy girl, but, so am I, don’t you think?” At that point, she raised her right leg in the air, as much as she could. He smiled at her.

  “What’s the matter, Ms. Miles? Are you jealous?” His sarcastic tone did not go unnoticed.

  “Yes, I am. From now on, I don’t wanna hear anything about any ‘Ms. Legs.’ Are we clear?” Her voice was not sweet anymore. She
raised her tone, much to the displeasure of Dean.

  “Look, Isabelle. What’s right is right. She’s got…endless legs. Ok, I like her. But guess what: I like you more. The only reason I spoke my mind about this is because…” He hesitated to speak any further.

  “Because?”

  “Because I get this feeling with you… It feels like I’ve known you for years. It’s just so easy, you know?” Dean would not apologize to her. Despite that, though, he was saying all the things she wanted to hear.

  “Really?” She mellowed her voice.

  “Yeah. For two reasons. One: I performed for you last night. Do you think it’s that easy for someone to actually play and sing for a woman he barely knows? Two: She’s not here with me. You are.” He pointed at her with his index finger. Isabelle was embarrassed. She could not have predicted how her angry remark would get so much word out of him. After his short speech, she rewarded him with a soft kiss.

  “So… Got any plans for tonight, other than pizza and gossiping with Monica and Kate?” Once again, he was sarcastic.

  “Nope. Why?”

  “I gotta attend this big fundraiser at nine, and I don’t have a date. Interested?” He caressed her hair, running his fingers through it.

  “On one condition: I get to drive that Lamborghini of yours.” Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Dean lowered his eyes for a few seconds and then he looked up at her again.

  “Deal.”

  “Yaaaaaay!” Isabelle was thrilled that he would allow her to drive his expensive supercar. She even went on to kiss him once more. Nonetheless, she would have to ditch her friends, and they would probably be mad at her.

  Damn it…” She frowned. “Can I bring Monica?” She squinted at him.

  “Hmmm… A threesome. I’m a little tired, but…”

  “Hey!” she interrupted him and banged her right hand on his left shoulder.

  “I’m serious. Don’t you have any friends who would love to meet ‘Ms. Legs’?” It was her turn to be sarcastic.

  “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that. Don’t test my patience, or I’ll never, ever call her by her name. Are we clear…Isabelle?” His commanding tone served as a reminder of her. Dean Marshall was not to be messed with, as many of the men she had already met.

  “Why are you acting like this?” She was puzzled.

  “Because I don’t like being told what to do, Isabelle. Not by you or by anyone. I don’t even allow my own father to order me around. If I can’t call her that, neither can you. Got it?”

  Isabelle sucked in a deep breath. She had never been in a similar situation. His reaction had disappointed her. She tried to show some understanding, though.

  “Got it. Now, about that friend…?”

  “I’ll see what I can do. I’m gonna make sure to provide a pretty accurate description of her. That should make a few guys wanna date her.” He gave her a broad smile and took her in his arms.

  Isabelle’s heart was filled with joy. Yes, Dean was a handful. Calling Monica “Ms. Legs” after asking him not to was a mistake. He was bothered, and he made sure to let her know. They were just getting to know each other. Unlike others, he was man enough to show emotion, and she appreciated that. Isabelle always saw what’s best in people. She did not mind the occasional confrontation, even if she was wrong.

  “I’m gonna tame you, my big brute…

  Chapter Twelve

  Monica and Kate were amazed by the spa. They could not stop talking about it on their way back. The same thing happened over lunch. They both babbled about their female masseuses and their professionalism. As a matter of fact, they were so thankful to Isabelle that they both stated their intention to meet the mysterious man who had offered them a free spa treatment.

  At 5:30pm, over coffee, Isabelle and Monica were in the kitchen discussing it again. As much as Isabelle loved her friends, repeating herself was not something she liked. But, she indulged Monica. Isabelle had a denim, knee-length skirt on and a purple blouse, while Monica wore black, faded jeans and a yellow V-neck sweater. She had not told either of them about her meeting with Dean. Kate was busy tidying up her bedroom.

  Staring down at the blue coffee mug in her left hand, Monica started the conversation.

  “So… Did you see him?”

  “See who?” Isabelle pretended not to understand. Yet, the smile on her face quickly gave her away.

  “Oh, come on, baby. You know who I’m talking about…” Facing Isabelle, Monica addressed her in a low tone.

  “Yeah, I did. It was…fun.” Her hesitation triggered Monica’s imagination.

  “Fun. Hmmm…” Monica nodded. They knew each other too well. Isabelle would not say any more, but Monica could see through her.

  “How was he? Any good?” She sipped some coffee and winked at Isabelle.

  “Well…” Isabelle lowered her eyes. She felt her pulse rising again. Images of that morning began to flash in her mind.

  “It was amazing,” she added.

  “I came like a banshee. Three times…” She looked right into Monica’s eyes. The smile on her face was getting wider.

  “Huh! Oh, my God!” Monica was shocked.

  “Wanna share any details?” She eased her mug down.

  “I would, but I don’t wanna get…excited again. He’s the best sex I’ve ever had. I’ll tell you in a few days, I promise. I asked him to set you up with a friend of his. Tonight…” It was clear to Monica that the very memory of the morning’s events was too fresh for Isabelle. She was blushing again, but, she had no time to reflect on that. Just like Isabelle, she had not dated anyone in months, and she loved the idea. It would be a good chance for her to have some fun during their time off.

  “Wow… Sounds like this guy knows what he’s doing. Thanks a lot for setting me up. What’s his name, anyway?” Monica wanted to know more. That would have to wait, though.

  “His name’s Carl. Dean called me earlier, but he wouldn’t tell me anything more about him. Mon, the strangest thing happened this morning.” Isabelle was still trying to figure out why Dean had overreacted.

  “Why, what happened?”

  “Well…Here’s the thing. I’ve told him a few things about you, and I emphasized on your…legs. Ever since then, he can’t stop calling you ‘Ms. Legs’ and I told him to stop. He didn’t like it, but he seemed to be ok with it. Then, I called you ‘Ms. Legs’ and he got pretty upset. I still have no idea why he did that.” Frustration was lingering in Isabelle’s voice. Incredibly, Monica was not surprised at all.

  “Sounds like a macho man to me, darling. You know, sometimes I can’t understand us women, you know? I mean, what the hell? First, we want a guy to treat us well, spoil us a bit, be romantic with us, and be great in bed. But, at the same time, we want to somehow control him, the things he says and does. Let’s face it, girl. We’re a mess!” Monica’s little speech and her exclamation confused Isabelle even more. She knew that her friend had a point, but she still had no answer to her question.

  “By the way, I like my new nickname,” she added, teasing Isabelle. Still, she was not in the mood to deal with her friend’s comments.

  “I get it, Mon. But, what can I do to make him do things my way? I like him a lot…” Isabelle was getting desperate.

  “Izzy, you can’t have it both ways. I know you like him; you wouldn’t put out this morning if you didn’t. I wonder why you’re still refusing to tell me his name, though…” Monica murmured and rose from her seat.

  “I keep asking myself the same thing…” Kate interjected, stepping out of the bathroom in a pink bathrobe and a red towel on her hair. She had finished cleaning up and had taken a quick shower. Isabelle and Monica were too consumed by their conversation to notice.

  “Oh, crap. We’re gonna have to leave her all alone tonight!

  “He’s picking us up tonight. Kate, I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve set Monica up with a friend of his.” Isabelle was afraid of how Kate would react upon hearing the news.


  “So, let me get this straight. You’re going out on a double date, and I have to stay here? Are you ditching me? Is that what you’re saying?” Predictably, Kate was upset.

  “Kate, you’re married. What if someone sees you with a guy? We’re attending a benefit. There’s gonna be, like, a hundred people there. Elitists who can afford to give up some of their money. Now, are you sure Jonathan won’t find out? It doesn’t really matter if you actually do anything with the guy. I don’t know about your husband, but I’d be really pissed if I read anything about it in the tabloids.” For once, Isabelle confronted Kate, and she would hear nothing about it. Deep down, Kate knew that her friend was absolutely right.

  “Sorry, Izzy. I didn’t know you were going to a benefit. Yeah, Jonathan would be really mad. I just hoped you’d be going to a club. That way, I could bring Sean.” Monica was sipping coffee throughout Kate’s apology. Right after her statement, she coughed and coffee came out of her nose before she burst into laughter. At the sight of her friend’s reaction, Isabelle could not help but laugh hard herself.

  “What’s so funny?” Kate folded her arms across her chest, waiting for an explanation.

  “Sorry about that, Kate. I just remembered the night we met him. You’d actually go out with that boy toy of yours, wouldn’t you?” Wiping the coffee off her nose and her chin, Monica apologized. However, Kate was really upset this time.

  “You’re sorry?” She squinted at both Isabelle and Monica.

  “No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry he’s not some rich guy who owns a spa and drives supercars. Isn’t that the type you’re both dating tonight?” Kate glared at Isabelle, pointing at her with her right index finger.

  “Sure, Sean’s not that smart. But, he’s always around when I need him. You can go out tonight and hope that you get some attention from them. Does it hurt you that I will have a man all to myself and not just some fat cat prick who thinks that anything can be solved with money? Does it?” Kate could not keep her voice down, even if she wanted to. She was yelling at them. They were so embarrassed that neither of them could face her. Instead, they lowered their eyes and stared at the floor during her rant, unable to come up with an answer.