Chasing Bad Boys: A Bad Boy Romance Series (Chasing Bad Boys Book 1)

by Kylie Parker

  “You can moan and scream all you want. The place is soundproofed.” His sudden move surprised her, but his words appeared to relieve her.

  “Oh… Thank God!” she yelled. Isabelle was so turned on by everything he was doing to her that, within a few seconds, she came hard in spasms of orgasmic pleasure. Dean laid a few more, soft kisses on her labia and her clit, but he could not take it any longer. He grabbed her by the thighs and slid her down the bench until she was completely on her back. The 3ft-wide bench was more than enough. Under any other circumstances, Isabelle would be more than happy to return the favor by giving him a sensual blowjob. But, she was curious to discover just how big his manhood really was and feel him inside her.

  So she observed him as he arose to his impressive height, with his right hand on his cock. He pushed it upward and began to jerk it slowly, thereby exposing it. She opened her eyes wide in disbelief. Dean could easily jerk his cock with two hands. His oversized cock had to be at least nine inches long and nearly two inches thick.

  “He’s so big. All that cock, just for me. I can’t wait to feel him inside me…

  Only a second after she finished her thought, the seduced flight attendant watched him lean towards her, bending his knees. He placed her legs on his broad shoulders and, using his right hand, he led his throbbing cock in her soaking wet pussy. Isabelle shut her eyes.

  “It’s so big….” she groaned, banging her hand on the bench. She then opened her eyes and gave him a lustful look. Dean could not take his eyes off her. He kept scanning her whole body while he penetrated her with his big, hard cock. He pushed and pushed, until her pussy engulfed his entire cock, down to the shaft.

  “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…

  End of Sneak Peek

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  BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 7

  Chapter One

  Stephanie adjusted her bag on her shoulder as she made her way through the office and to her desk. Her heart pounded, and she couldn’t help but feel nervous as she prepared for her first day at her new job as Personal Assistant to Senator Chris Skii.

  Stephanie Roberson had just graduated college with her degree in political science. She had always wanted to change the world since she was a little girl. As she grew up, she realized that the best way that she ever had any hope of doing that was through politics. People often told her that there was no way any individual, particularly a young woman, could ever make a difference. But she was determined to prove them all wrong.

  No sooner had she graduated than she packed up all her things and moved off to find a job in Washington, D.C. She knew that she wouldn’t immediately be selected for any major role in any elections, but she knew that she needed to get her foot in the door as soon as was humanly possible.

  So, she had been absolutely delighted when she heard that Senator Chris Skii was in search of a new personal assistant. She had immediately sent in letters of reference and her resume, as well as her experience at her internship. After waiting anxiously for a response, she had been given the good news that she had been selected for the position.

  Naturally, she had never been so thrilled in her life. This was going to be exactly the thing she needed to start her life off in the right direction. She could make connections working for the Senator and truly begin to have an impact on the world around her.

  She also felt very fortunate and somewhat nervous about working with Chris Skii. Chris Skii was extremely rich, a billionaire, in fact. He had inherited a large fortune when his father died, and he insisted regularly that he intended to put that money to good use for the good of the people.

  Never before had Americans adored a Senator the way that they adored Chris Skii. He was the very definition of an All-American boy. He was the youngest Senator in United States History. Before that, he had been a representative for years and had made huge strides, which led to him being elected as Senator.

  Chris Skii had huge political ambitions, and he was a rare politician in that he was an independent. He avidly worked to dismantle the party system, which was what probably made him so popular, particularly to the voters. He condemned the bad parts about both of the major parties as he elevated the good parts, acknowledging that each of the parties had their pros and cons, and combined them to create a system of beliefs that could pander to everyone’s best interests. It was truly revolutionary, and the country had it’s eyes on Chris Skii as a symbol of hope and change.

  Naturally, Stephanie absolutely admired him. He was everything that she one day hoped to be. Well, she had no aspirations to become a billionaire. If in n
o other regard, she was at least realistic in that respect. She was more than eager to learn from him and reap every benefit possible from her time as his assistant.

  Stephanie continued through the office until she, at last, came to the door with a small plaque outside reading ‘Senator Chris Skii’. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

  The office was of a moderate size, with a desk in front of one wall, and another smaller desk in front of another, making a bit of a discontinued L shape. In front of the desks and in the center of the room was a coffee table, surrounded by chairs and couches. There was a stand by one of the chairs that held a decanter of some amber liquid, and a couple of tumblers.

  Stephanie could imagine the Senator drinking and reclining after a long day of business, and she couldn’t help the flutter of excitement that rose up inside her at the idea of being a part of that process. Stephanie moved over to her desk and began to arrange her things. She pulled out the copy of the Senator’s schedule that had been emailed to her. She honestly had no idea what the Senator would be asking her to do as his personal assistant, but she was intent on being as prepared as was possible for anything that he might ask of her.

  Stephanie vaguely noticed a coffee maker in one corner of the room. Her instincts told her to go ahead and get a pot started so that it would be close to ready when he came in, if not already done. She had no idea how he liked his coffee, but she did her best to set it to brew correctly. She vaguely wished that she had been better trained for this post, but she accepted that there was little use in wishing for what was obviously not going to happen.