Unprofessional Bad Boys - Boxed Set (Contemporary Romance)

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by Clarissa Wild


  Unzips his pants.

  Pulls out his already hard cock.

  My mouth salivates greedily.

  He went commando. How appropriate.

  “Go on … Show me how much you want this,” he muses.

  I do what he says, circling around my clit with two fingers to get myself all hot and bothered. I admit, it’s hard to resist the pull, but I have to stay here on this bed. This is what he wants. This is what we agreed to when we started talking.

  He’s in control.

  It’s the one rule I know I shouldn’t break if I want him to fuck me, so I’ll do whatever he says.

  Is it foolish? Maybe. But I’m enjoying myself enough not to walk away.

  Not that I ever could with a dick like that staring right back at me. The exact same one I saw in the pictures and the video … so there’s no mistaking now. It’s really him, in the flesh, right across from me.

  I wish I could taste him.

  Fuck.

  He’s stroking it so nicely. Slowly, but with a tough grip, as if he wants to do more but is holding back intentionally just to relish the view a little longer.

  And I must admit … toying with myself like this right in front of him does make my face warm. As if he’s caught me in the act and I’m still doing it because I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.

  He cocks his head and stares me right in the eyes. I don’t notice right away because my eyes are glued to his cock.

  “You want this?” he asks, his tongue briefly dipping out again. “Say it.”

  “I want it,” I say.

  Ripples of shame flow through me when I hear my own voice say that. It feels sinful. Wrong. But in a fucking good way.

  “What?” he says, a devious grin spreading on his lips.

  “I want your cock,” I say, swallowing as I speak the words.

  God, I feel so filthy. But I’m guessing that’s exactly what he wants. To humiliate me.

  “Show me then. Turn around on the bed.”

  As strange as his command sounds, I still do it.

  “On your knees. Head down. Ass up.”

  When I’m in position, I’m staring at the blanket. I can’t even see him anymore, and I’m not sure if I hate it or if I’m just so fucking thirsty for his cock.

  “Spread your legs,” he adds.

  When I do what he says, my pussy is on full display.

  Literally. All he can see is my ass … and all my openings wide.

  While my face is smooshed into the bed, I don’t even know what he’s doing, but I bet I know what he’s looking at.

  Me. Spread like a fuck doll for him to use.

  “Go on then … make yourself come,” he says.

  For a moment, I’m a dumbfounded. He wants me to play with myself … in this position? How?

  “Do you want this or not?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I reply.

  “Come for me then … and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

  I lick my lips and bury my hand between my legs. My head sinks even farther into the fabric as my hand wriggles its way to my pussy. The position is tough and difficult to maintain. Exactly why he chose it.

  He’s testing my limits, I’m sure of it.

  But what about the rest of this meeting? Is all this a test?

  If I don’t meet his demands, will he walk out on me?

  Is this a way for him to see if I’m up for more?

  If I’m good enough for his needs?

  Questions flood my mind, but I push them aside and focus on the here and now. His gentle moans guide me as I flick my clit, knowing he’s watching my every move.

  The more I struggle, the more my legs begin to quiver, but I’m not giving up. His moans grow louder, the sound titillating me to the point that I’m getting wetter and wetter. Or maybe it’s because I know someone’s watching me fuck myself.

  Because my fingers are dipping in right now, and I can’t help but moan along.

  “Yes, Kitten. Be a fucking slut for me.”

  His dirty words only turn me on even more.

  I’m struggling to breathe as I dive deeper and deeper into a state of sexual consciousness. Where nothing else matters but my fingers and the anticipation of his dick thrusting into me.

  And as the last of his groans roll off his tongue, I release myself from my lust.

  Delicious orgasmic waves fill my body, and I moan out loud to let it out. I don’t even give a fuck that he’s listening to me coming undone. That I’m probably dripping on the bed right about now.

  Suddenly, he grips my ass, his firm hands pulling me out of ecstasy and into the here and now. His tip rests at my entrance, condom and all. I didn’t even hear him put it on.

  “Spread those lips for me,” he murmurs, grasping my ass cheeks and pushing them apart. I can practically feel his gaze on my naked skin.

  That’s when he pushes in.

  Slowly … deeply … all the way to the base.

  I suck in a breath and hold it as he sinks in and stays there, like he’s making me his. Like he’s marking me. Like he wants me to remember how I begged for his cock.

  When he pulls out again, I almost want to start begging again.

  One second passes when I can breathe, then he thrusts into me once more, this time with a little bit more fervor. I bury my face in the sheets and bite down, delirious on lust. Each thrust of his cock brings me closer to bliss. And for a moment, I wish I could have this forever.

  But I know once he’s had his fill—once he walks out this door—it’ll be the end of everything we’ve done together. And that makes me want to hold on, as sad as that sounds.

  Because right now, I’m letting a stranger I met online fuck me. Someone I don’t even know I can trust. Hell, he could be bad. My life could be in danger right now.

  But none of that even matters to me.

  All I can think about is him and me.

  Together … at this moment … two strangers fucking each other into oblivion.

  And when he slams into me with full force, I cry out with passion.

  I don’t want it to stop.

  But as I unleash my moans, so does he. And his cock starts to pulse along with it, releasing its seed deep inside me.

  When he pulls out, I wish I could get a redo.

  Another try. Another time. A rain check for another fabulous night.

  But as I roll onto my side and watch him stagger back, away from me, I realize that’s not going to be an option. This was a one-night thing. One time only.

  I was the one who asked for it. He agreed.

  And asking for anything more wouldn’t be right.

  So I remain on the bed, breathing slowly as I try to come to terms with what happened. All while he chucks the condom into the bin, zips up again, and walks out the door.

  Minutes pass. He’s not coming back.

  He never said goodbye. Didn’t even say a word.

  I suppose it’s what I should have expected.

  After all, he wasn’t here for small talk. He was here to fuck.

  It’s what I wanted. What I asked for. What he agreed to.

  I slide off the bed and gather my panties while looking around. The room is back to normal … or maybe it never changed.

  My body is still vibrating, and the mask is barely intact. I take it off and look at myself in the mirror in the bathroom. My hair is half undone, and my face is red and puffy.

  Apart from that, I don’t look any different. Even though I feel completely new.

  As if I’ve made a life-altering decision and took the path of no return.

  I gleefully smile to myself.

  I never wanna look back.

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  About Clarissa Wild

  Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author with ASD (Asperger’s Syndrome), who was born and raised in the Netherlands. She loves to write Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels featuring dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her cutie pie son, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he’s a dog too. In her free time, she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, and cooking up some delicious meals.

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