Wife Me Bad Boy

by Carter, Chance

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’ll see soon enough,” he said, and began opening the buttons on his shirt.

  My heart fluttered as I watched him. He revealed that manly, muscular chest to me and all I could think, was that I hoped no one came into the elevator to join us. No one did, and by the time the elevator reached the top floor, Grant was holding his jacket and shirt over one arm, while carrying me in the other. He carried me to our suite. It had been tidied so thankfully there was no sign of the mess me and Faith had made when we were getting ready.

  Grant laid me down on the bed and then looked at me with so much love I thought I’d melt under his gaze.

  “What are you looking at?” I said.

  “My wife,” he said.

  He was the picture of manhood. His arms and chest rippled in the faint light from the lamps. The moon shone in through the window and reminded me of the night we’d spent in the barn at Faith and Jackson’s wedding. That was the night that had started all of this. Although, the real beginning of our story had been seventeen years ago, when we were both just kids.

  “Good things take time,” Grant said, then he climbed down between my legs and found his way up under the folds of my dress. When his mouth touched my thighs, I gasped in apprehension.

  I was about to make love to my husband. My husband.

  He pulled aside my panties, and began sucking gently on the mouth of my vagina. I lay back and clenched his face between my thighs. I squirmed in pleasure as his mouth licked and sucked, my pussy and clitoris completely at his mercy.

  “Grant,” I moaned. “Come up here and kiss me.”

  He continued to kiss me, but not the mouth I’d meant. My pussy quivered with pleasure. I was ready for him and wanted his cock inside me. He was my husband. That cock belonged to me now, me and no other woman. I was the only woman who’d ever feel it, and I wanted it.

  He thrust his tongue into my pussy and moved it in circular movements, driving me wild with desire. Then he came out from under my dress and climbed up on top of me.

  “Kiss me, wife,” he said.

  My heart skipped a beat when he said wife. I opened my mouth and let him put his tongue as far into me as he could reach. He was mine, and I was his too. He could do with me as he wished now. His hands gripped at my breasts.

  “Take off this dress,” he said.

  I obeyed. I opened the zipper at the back and the dress came right off. Underneath, I had on the most intricate lingerie I’d ever worn in my life. It had been made to go with the dress, and was of the same delicate lace. I felt beautiful and sexual in it, especially when I saw the way Grant was looking at me.

  “Turn around,” he said.

  I looked at him shyly.

  “Go ahead,” he said. “You’re my wife now. You can trust me.”

  Timidly, I turned my back to him. I was on my hands and knees, like a prize pony, as he admired me.

  “You’re mine at last,” he said, running his hand over the soft curve of my ass and thigh. “Do you know how long I’ve coveted this body, Lacey?”

  “Yes,” I said, because it was the same amount of time I’d been coveting his body.

  “I can’t believe you’re finally mine. I feel like I’ve won the lottery. I’ve wanted you so greedily, ever since I was a kid.”

  “Then take me,” I said.

  “Oh, I’m going to do more than take you. I’m going to wife you.”

  He got up behind me and I heard him unzip his pants. He leaned down and licked my vagina and ass, making me nervous and apprehensive as the pleasure built up in my vagina. Then he touched the lips of my vagina with the head of his cock. He just touched it, and it was as if electricity flowed up into me from the contact.

  “Come inside me,” I said.

  He slid the long, thick shaft of his cock right up into me, so far I thought he was going to impale me.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned.

  “That’s what it feels like to be my wife,” he said, his hands firmly holding my ass from behind.

  He began to rhythmically thrust deep into my pussy, and then slide all the way back out. He did it gently at first, but as the pleasure built up inside him, be thrust faster and faster, harder and harder.

  “Oh, Grant,” I cried out as he neared his climax.

  I could feel his cock swell with pleasure.

  “Oh, Lacey,” he said, thrusting himself deep into me.

  Right at the moment that I thought he was going to burst, I started to climax. My orgasm rushed through me like a tornado, destroying every ounce of resistance my body contained. I screamed, pleasure surging through every vein and nerve inside me.

  As soon as my orgasm ended, Grant flipped me over. One look at his cock and I could tell he hadn’t come yet.

  “Didn’t you finish?”

  “I will now,” he said.

  He spread my legs as I looked up into his beautiful eyes.

  “You’re my wife now, Lacey.”

  “I know,” I said, panting from pleasure. “I still can’t believe it. This morning when I woke up, I didn’t even know we were getting married. I didn’t even know you wanted me. Now I’m yours.”

  “I had to act decisively,” he said. “Before you changed your mind and started giving me hell,” he said, grinning.

  He slid his cock into my waiting pussy and I reached up and put my hands around his neck. The muscles in his shoulders rippled like the muscles in a horse’s neck.

  “Come in me,” I said. “Come in me, husband.”

  And he did. Instantly, I felt a throb in his bulging cock. I stared up at him, and he stared back down at me, his gaze burning into my very soul. He shut his eyes, then opened them again. A burst of semen poured from his cock into my pussy. It felt so good. We owned each other now. He was my husband. I was his wife.

  “Come,” I gasped. “Come inside me, husband.”

  And another surge of my husband’s semen poured into me.

  “Yes,” he cried. “Yes, Lacey. Yes, wife.”

  His cock throbbed and throbbed, his semen pumping and pouring into me so powerfully that I knew we’d created a bond that would last forever. We would belong to each other forever. Grant and Lacey. Lacey and Grant. That was the way it would be, because that’s the way it was always meant to be.

  It wasn’t because of any decisions we’d made that our paths had crossed. My father had done it. God had done it.

  Grant’s semen pouring into my pussy was just the proof of what had always been destined to happen.

  Chapter 51

  Grant

  I ORGASMED INSIDE LACEY so hard I thought I would die. In fact, if I had died at that moment, I could honestly say that I would have died a happy man. I’d achieved the best thing in life that a man can ever hope to achieve, I had the love of a good woman, a woman who knew me and knew how to love me, and that’s all a man can really ask for in this world.

  This isn’t something you’ll hear very often, but all men are born incomplete. They’re only half of what they know they really should be. They don’t attain the other half of their potential until they find the right woman who loves them just the way they need to be loved. No man is perfect. Believe me. I know. We all have our faults, our weaknesses, our failings. We try to hide them, and often we do a pretty good job, but beneath the surface those weaknesses are there, and we know it.

  So when we find the woman who knows about those weaknesses, who sees those things that are wrong with us, and still loves us, that’s when we finally feel complete. No matter what a man says, he can’t live without the love of his woman, and that’s what counts. Women love with their entire heart. They love like their life depends on it. They love so completely that they could eclipse the sun.

  And every man knows it. Deep in his heart, he knows it. And he knows he needs it. Men like to think they’re strong and independent, but the truth is, we know that we’re meant to be part of something bigger. We’re meant to be part of a relationship,
and only when we’ve found that relationship can we truly be complete. Only then can we create a family.

  I sighed in the afterglow of my orgasm. I felt as if every pleasure nerve in my body was completely satisfied. I couldn’t have felt more complete. Lying right next to me, was the woman that chose to love me. Lacey. My wife. She was mine now, and I was hers, and that’s the way we would be for the rest of our lives. There’s something comforting in knowing something about your future. It’s difficult to find much certainty in the world. So much changes. So much is up for grabs. But one thing was certain for me. No matter what else happened, I would love Lacey, and she would love me. I knew that would never change, because we’d already been loving each other for half our lives. Even if we’d never had the courage to admit it to each other.

  “I love you, Lacey,” I said.

  Lacey just smiled at me. Her phone beeped and she looked at it.

  “Who is it?” I said.

  “It’s Faith. Oh my God.”

  “What does it say?”

  “It says she and Jackson are pregnant.”

  “Wow,” I said. “Jackson’s a lucky man. I know this will make him very happy.”

  “They’re both very lucky.”

  “Yes they are,” I said.

  I got up to go to the washroom. I picked up my phone on the way and dialed Jackson’s number.

  “Congratulations, brother,” I said. “Another baby on the way.”

  “Yes, sir,” Jackson said. “We couldn’t be happier. Faith just found out.”

  I shut the door and looked at myself in the mirror.

  “I’m so happy for you man. Circumstances are a lot different this time, eh?”

  “Yes they are. Do you remember what it was like last time?”

  “We thought you were dead. It was terrible,” I said. “We thought we’d lost you forever.”

  “Well, this time I’ll be here for every moment. I’m not going to miss a single second of my baby’s life.”

  “Tell Faith I said congratulations too.”

  “I will,” Jackson said. “And congratulations to you too, man.”

  I smiled. It felt so good to be married. “Thanks,” I said.

  “We’ll be fathers together.”

  “What?”

  “Oh,” Jackson said. “Shit. You didn’t hear that from me, man. You’ve got to promise me you won’t tell Faith and Lacey I said that. That’s a big secret. I didn’t realize you still didn’t know.”

  “Didn’t know what?”

  “I’ve got to go, brother. I said too much already.”

  He hung up. I put down the phone. I looked up into the mirror, and for a brief second I didn’t recognize who was looking back at me. It didn’t look like me at all. The eyes, the mouth, the expression on the face. It wasn’t my face, but the face of my father. It was the expression he’d worn the last time I saw him alive. A knot formed in my throat, and I thought I was going to cry, but I didn’t.

  I didn’t cry. I smiled.

  Then I opened the door and went back into the bedroom. I looked at Lacey. It was true. She was different. How had I not noticed? Her breasts were full, her cheeks were glowing with a healthy warmth. Was that the beginning of a bump on her belly? Maybe it was.

  “I love you, wife,” I said quietly.

  She turned and looked at me.

  I cleared my throat. “We’re having a baby, aren’t we?”

  Her mouth dropped open. “How do you know?”

  “I just know,” I said.

  She smiled at me, and I saw a trace of fear in her expression.

  “I know it’s mine,” I said.

  She nodded. “It is.”

  I reached out and pulled her toward me.

  “What are you doing?” she said as I climbed on top of her. “Grant, I’m exhausted.”

  “I don’t care,” I said. “You don’t give a man the best news of his life, you don’t give him a miracle, and then expect him not to show you how grateful he is.”

  My cock was rock hard. Knowing my baby was already inside her filled me with such a passion, such a hunger for her, that I could hardly control it. I put my cock against the lips of her pussy and they were already wet, already waiting for me. I slid right into her and the look on her face told me something I’d never dreamed.

  I was going to be a father and a husband. I was going to have a full life, of love and happiness. I was complete.

  I was a man.

  Bad Boy Daddy

  Chance Carter

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  ISBN 978‐1‐927947‐51‐7

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Quote

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Back Matter

  Chapter 1

  Faith

  THE FIRST TIME I SAW HIM, I hated his guts.

  He was the sexiest creature on God’s green earth, and he was all the things I would never have. He was cocky, arrogant, and confident, but in none of the ways I was used to with Wolf.

  He walked into the Los Lobos hangout like he owned the place. He was late for his appointment and, for a brief moment, I wondered what he must have told the guards for them to let him past. I was the only one still in the bar, enjoying a rare moment to myself.

  “I’m looking for Wolf,” he said.

  I shrugged. “You’re late.”

  I was different in those days. I wasn’t happy with the hand life dealt me, and I took it out on whoever I could. I’m not proud of the way I was, but things were getting desperate for me and I was too afraid to admit I’d made a mistake. Wolf Staten was my mistake—a cruel, brutish mistake—a mistake I could never unmake.

  “Well, whatever you do, don’t trouble yourself,” he said, an arrogant smile on his lips.

  Was this jerk taunting me?

  The truth was, I was sick of Los Lobos and their smooth-talking, tattooed, musclemen. The fact that this one had arms like Mark Wahlberg and a smile to match didn’t change that. He was a criminal, just like the others, and if he wanted to speak to Wolf, he could damn well show up on time like everyone else.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was supposed to jump to attention every time a guy like you walked in.”

  “You always this friendly to your potential partners?”

  “You’re not my potential anything,” I said.

  “You don’t know that.”

 
I looked into his eyes. Something about his confidence bugged the crap out of me. I couldn’t say what. Usually when people came to Los Lobos, they were scared to death. This guy looked like he was on a morning stroll through the park.

  “Yes, I do,” I said, pointedly.

  He held me in his gaze, then shrugged cheekily. “You might be surprised.”

  “Might I? I doubt it.”

  “Stranger things have happened.”

  He was infuriating.

  “Forget it,” I said. “Whatever you’re thinking, forget it. Then forget what you forgot. You look like the kind of guy who could manage that.”

  He let out a laugh.

  My eyes glanced over his chiseled chest and torso. God, he was sexy.

  “God, you’re touchy,” he said.

  I sighed. “I have my reasons.”

  “I bet you do,” he said, looking around the bar.

  I didn’t know if he was agreeing with me or challenging me. I didn’t know how to read him. He was frank and direct, didn’t play games, and in the world I lived in, games were the only thing that mattered.

  “We could do this all day,” I said, “but I’m not in the mood for banter.”

  “Have it your way. You know where I can find him?”

  “Who?” I said, knowing full well who he meant. I was prolonging our interaction without even realizing it. Was I that lonely for real contact?

  “Wolf.”

  “I’m sorry, is there something about me that gives you the impression I’m his secretary?”

  “Jesus. What is it with you? Just tell me where he is.”

  “Fine. He’s gone. They all are. You missed them.”

  “Shit,” he said.

  I nodded. “So, you know, don’t let me keep you.”

  I’d become a bitch and I knew it. He knew it too, but he took it as a challenge. He was one of those guys who wanted what he couldn’t have.

  He looked at me and a smile crossed his face that drove me mad. He was so sexy I had to bite my lip. I won’t say what I really wanted to bite. It wasn’t every day I was alone with a guy like this. Wolf was too jealous to allow it. The way this guy looked at me made my heart speed up.

  “Girl, you’re lucky I don’t come over there and teach you some manners.”

  A mental image of him bending me over the bar and spanking my naked butt flashed before my eyes. It made my cheeks flush.