Spy Games: A Billionaire Bad Boy Heist Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  Shit, if this made me weak, what else was in store?

  But Lacey was on a mission. Because after licking my chest, she popped off a male nipple and immediately turned around, hiking her skirt up, big butt bare while bending over.

  Aw shit, she knows exactly what I want.

  That white shelf beckoned, vibrating with lust, the dark brown crack between her cheeks mysterious, pure and dirty at once.

  Because yeah, I need that ass.

  I’m an old guy who doesn’t want kids.

  If I had children now, they’d break my body and mind. So with a fertile teen like Lacey, it’s best to take precautions. No pussy sex, only anal.

  And she wiggled in front of me, casting me a glance over one sweet shoulder.

  “Now big boy. Now,” were her whispered words.

  But it wasn’t enough. Sure, I was happy to plow her from behind, grabbing those fleshy hips and driving in. But I wanted something deeper this time. I wanted her to ride my dick while looking into her eyes, our contact electric. I wanted her to scream my name into my mouth, kissing everything she had to give even as I drilled her down below.

  So slowly, I touched her asshole lightly, the pleats contracting at my finger.

  “Shh, baby girl,” came my soothing words. “Shhh.”

  But the female mewled again, still bent over.

  “Now big guy,” she begged, two hands creeping around to grab a butt cheek in each fist. “Now.”

  And oh god, but the girl’s dirty. Because she pulled her butt apart, showing me everything. Those sweet, swollen pussy lips, dripping with lust. And oh god, but that brownie appeared, winking and hungry, beckoning to my cock.

  I almost lost it for sure. It took herculean restraint not to dive right in and pound that rusty star. But again, I wanted to look into her eyes as it happened, to catch her screams in my mouth. So I bent, pressing my mouth to her anus, flicking my tongue over that darkness before sitting down on the toilet seat. Gross, yeah, but this way was gonna be even better.

  “Naw, pretty girl,” I grunted, patting my lap. “Get on Daddy this way. You’ll like it, I promise.”

  She whirled around, eyes wide.

  “Are you sure?” she stammered. “I mean … you’re so …”

  I knew what she was talking about. Because my fuckstick is giant, and even now, incredibly intimidating. It stuck up towards the ceiling, ten inches total, shiny with pre-cum.

  And I fisted it, making sure the semen spread all around, glossy and dripping.

  “It’s gonna be fine,” I growled persuasively, our eye contact electric. “Daddy wants you to work yourself down my cockpole. It’ll be tight at first,” I acknowledged, “but you’ll love it, my little cumslut.”

  And with a mewl, Lacey gave in. Slowly, she climbed into my lap, spreading her knees so that they hooked over mine. Aw shit. I could smell her wet cunt, that tangy scent rising like perfume between us. Plus, the view was fantastic. Those plush lips spread as she readied herself, biting her lip, still unsure.

  “Climb on, princess,” I rumbled approvingly. “Don’t be scared. Daddy wants you bad.”

  She licked her mouth and bit down on her bottom lip, a look of confusion and lust on her face as she looked down at my growing dick. We’d never fucked face to face before. But the smell of her drenched cunt rose again, heavy and musky in the air.

  “That’s right,” I ground out again, never taking my eyes from her face. She was a filly that needed to be coaxed, a sweet thing doing the unimaginable. “Work that little butt down on my cock. Come on, baby, once you get started it won’t be so bad.”

  And she gave in then. Slowly, those hips lifted so that her boobs were were eye level. I bit her nip slightly, eliciting a soft squeal.

  “That’s right,” I ground out again. “Work yourself down. Come on pretty baby, you can do it.”

  And soon, that ass was poised right above my dicktip.

  “Like this?” came her whisper. “Like this?”

  Oh god, I was gonna spurt without her even touching me. I could sense the heat of her asshole, blasting like a furnace on my fuckpole.

  “Just like that,” I ground out reassuringly. “Just like that.”

  And with a sigh, Lacey dropped her hips a bit, catching the tip of my head in her anus. Oh yeah, there ain’t no other way to say it. I was into that back end, glans half an inch up her anal tract.

  “That’s it,” came my agonized growl. “Push yourself down more, baby, unnnnh….”

  Because Lacey was on a roll now. Throwing her head back, she wiggled her hips down further, ass spreading to swallow more dick.

  “Unnnh, Daddy,” came her sweet cry. “Unnnh, you’re so big.”

  But the little girl was doing a-okay, she just needed more coaxing. So I took a nipple in my mouth, sucking deep before popping off once more.

  “That’s it,” I rasped. “Lower, lower, let that big butt stretch.”

  And with an agonized cry, Lacey did it. That’s right, on a deep breath, she pushed down hard, those rectal walls sliding open to accept my full length, and in two seconds, I was balls deep in my stepdaughter. Again.

  “Unnnh,” the grunt escaped me in a whoof. “Unnnh.”

  “Oh Jake!” was her wail. “Oh god, I love it so much …”

  But the rest of her cry was cut off by my kiss. Because this was the most electric contact I’d ever had in my life. An eighteen year-old nymphet, begging for my dick in her butt? Working herself down that stiff pole until I was fully embedded? Oh shit, my cock leapt even as my heart beat like a fucking drum.

  “That’s it,” I rasped, breaking off for a moment. “Be nasty, go for it.”

  Because Lacey was moving now. Oh yeah, the little butt slut’s talented, and she was starting to slide up and down my monster, anal ring gripping my fuckpole tight. Shit, it was so dry and hot, so unbelievably good in her rectum that my balls raised, ready to shoot already.

  But the girl wasn’t having it.

  “Unnh, unnh,” she panted, going faster and faster. “Unnh, ohhh ….”

  And shit, but I was the one who let go. I was the fucking party pooper. Because I couldn’t resist. After fucking thousands of women, literally thirty years of boning females, one little girl had me wrapped around her little finger. And within seconds, I spurted. Yeah, that’s right. Me, Jake Mason, alpha extraordinaire, blasted like a teen boy, unable to contain the excitement.

  “Aww fuck!” was my roar. “Fuck!”

  The walls of the stall practically came crashing down, my climax so electric. I would have torn that place apart with my bare hands, every ounce of my being focused on the girl. Because my semen lashed her butt, blast after blast of hot, goopy white lining her rectum.

  And Lacey gave it up then as well.

  “Jake!” came her scream, anal ring clamping on me, spasming hard. “Jake, Jake, Ja---“

  But her words were cut off because I did what I came to do. I swallowed those sweet cries, inhaling my name even as her ass clenched once more around me, sweet frame shaking and trembling.

  “Jake!” one more cry escaped before being smothered with my lips. “Unnnh …”

  And yeah, that’s how it ended. Because my girl and I are on the same wavelength. No matter how wrong it is, we dance to the same tune, our bodies locked, minds one. Right there, in the dirty bathroom stall of a nasty-ass strip club, we cemented a mind-blowing connection, finding each other in this cesspool of a situation.

  It was wrong, sure. It was fucked up, like some reality show gone crazy, where they send all the contestants home.

  But it was right too. Because as my semen dripped from her ass, we stared at each other again, breathing hard. My dick was still in her butt, the last tremors shaking our forms.

  But our eyes met once again, and oh god, but it was like sunlight in that filthy bathroom, the world settling as a ray burst through the gloom. Because this girl is mine … and for better or worse, I’m hers as well.

  CHAPTER E
IGHT

  Lacey

  I’m having an affair with my stepfather.

  There, I said it.

  Well, not my stepfather yet. Future stepfather.

  But that doesn’t make it any better.

  Because we’ve gone at it again and again, at a bar, my mom’s engagement lunch, the bridal shower, his office, and now, the bachelor party.

  Why? Why, why, why is this happening?

  But a better question might be, why do I like it so much?

  I love it, when I’m being honest.

  Because I love being with Jake. There’s something about the big man that calls to my soul. A look in those blue eyes. The way he’s alternately charming, and then dangerous as all get-out. He scares me even while sending delicious chills down my spine.

  Maybe it’s just the situation.

  Maybe I love playing with fire. Maybe I love thumbing my nose at my mom.

  I don’t know, but what I do know is this. This situation is beyond my control and I don’t care anymore.

  I can’t get enough of him. I need him now, with a certainty like the Ten Commandments, etched in stone.

  I’m a part of the alpha male now, and he’s a part of me.

  So what’s going to happen?

  Sitting on the edge of my bed, I stared at the full length mirror. Did I look different? Was this girl wearing a college sweatshirt and pajama pants the same person who’d climbed onto Jake’s dick and begged him for it?

  I blinked and the girl in the mirror blinked too.

  Yep, that’s me.

  But no way were she and I the same. Before, I was obedient. I went to the library. I hung out with my friends at boring places. I never went out. Well, hardly ever, and it was more to the ice cream parlor, and not strip clubs and bars.

  But none of that mattered now since I was the one with the secrets.

  I was the one doing incredibly nasty and wrong things, all behind closed doors.

  Or not so closed, come to think of it. More like out in the open, if we’re completely honest.

  A sob choked in my throat.

  The Lacey from before would never be like this.

  She would never be leading a double life, filled with lies.

  And at that, a cry of helplessness escaped my throat, loud and anguished. Sometimes I missed that girl so much and all the simple times from before. Life used to be so easy and uncomplicated.

  My head bowed with defeat, tears running down my cheeks

  Because now, all I can think of is Jake.

  Kissing him. Taking his monster cock into my behind, all the while begging for more.

  Grinding myself onto him, clutching those massive shoulders.

  Breathing his name as I come, pouring my soul into our kisses until the world explodes.

  No.

  It’s wrong.

  So taboo and forbidden.

  I jumped to my feet, and the tears nearly blinded me. I had to find that old Lacey again. I had to become her and save myself from this hell.

  But the problem is, hell is so good.

  The burn so sweet.

  And even now, both my holes clenched at the thought of having him again.

  Stop it! I told myself roughly. This was not the time to think about him like that.

  Whirling madly, I grabbed my backpack and shoved my feet into my battered sneakers. The library had always been the place that the old Lacey found her peace of mind. I could become that girl again. I could, dammit!

  Still choking back sobs, I ran from the dorm and headed across campus to the library. My footsteps were lonely and hollow on the darkened sidewalk, the giant stone building coming into view, looming and ominous.

  On a Saturday night, I was just about the only person walking that way. Cars full of other students heading out into town blazed past me with the music blaring loud and fast, laughter ringing loudly from open windows.

  Head down, I shoved my backpack over my shoulder and kept going.

  Have fun, were my unbidden thoughts towards cars full of naive girls. I hope you don't meet a man who'll turn your world upside down and make you think you're crazy.

  But I had to be honest.

  You want him, my heart whispered. He’s the best thing that ever happened to you.

  My mind rebelled then.

  No! it screamed. He’s not! He’s your stepfather! You’re not in love.

  And right then, my feet skidded to a halt. In the twilight, with cars zooming past, alone and confused, the realization came crashing down.

  I was in love with Jake Mason. Totally, completely, head over heels in love with the alpha.

  And the realization lifted my spirits. Because how bad can love be? Love is a blessing, the most wonderful thing in the world.

  The clarity was a relief, my heart lifting.

  I love him.

  It’s wrong, but I love him anyways.

  And I can’t stop.

  More and more cars kept going past me, but I couldn’t feel jealous anymore. The thing I wanted wasn't in any car in town. It wasn’t anywhere, not really.

  It was in my dreams.

  A happy life with Jake, out in the open.

  A relationship with my stepfather for all to see.

  Yeah, right. My head dropped once more, an agonized cry bursting from my chest. Because it would never happen. The big man enjoyed being with me physically for sure, but not once had he offered to break up with my mom. Not once, in fact, had he offered any kind of way out, any kind of solution. In fact, the opposite.

  The wedding was still on.

  The ceremony was drawing close.

  His ring was on Amanda’s finger still.

  And I was stuck.

  Sadness washed over my soul, bones limp with exhaustion.

  But there was nothing to be done, except to try and find my old self.

  So I hauled myself up the steps to the library. You can study, came the voice in my mind dully. You’ve always been able to lose yourself in words.

  But this time, I knew that books wouldn’t be my reprieve. Not anymore. That was the old me, and those good times were over.

  But I had to try. So at my favorite desk, I dropped my backpack on the floor next to my chair, and tried to read up about eighteenth century poets.

  It was no use. The words swam before my eyes, blurring into tiny ants that wavered across the page. I’d read something and immediately forget it, my mind wandering to the alpha male once more.

  Goddammit! The voice in my head screamed. Save yourself! Do something!

  But I couldn’t. I was hopelessly in love, and the impossibility of the situation wrenched my soul.

  So I packed up my books, head bowed, hands like zombies. At least there was one thing I could do still. Something for me and me only.

  Because I have a dirty secret.

  I’ve been saving Jake’s cum.

  It’s wrong, it’s disgusting, it’s absolutely whorish.

  But every time I’m with him, I come home filled with goopy white. It’s sticky, warm and reassuring, dripping from my bottom. And I’ve been saving it.

  After that first time together, my hands moved like they were in dream, like they didn’t belong to me.

  It was an out-of-body experience, watching myself take the glass bowl from the kitchen cabinet and then squatting over it to squeeze Jake's cum out of my ass.

  Oh god, I’d almost orgasmed again, his hot white running down my thighs, a sticky trail dripping slowly into the innocent bowl.

  But now, seven times we've had sex, and seven times I've milked my anus of his sperm.

  Like I said, I’m a new person now. I don’t even recognize myself, it’s so wrong. I should be embarrassed.

  But I’m not.

  Because that glass bowl’s there, and now that I’ve lost everything, I want to do something with it.

  I’m not sure what it’s gonna be.

  But I’m gonna go home and look at it, contemplate the virile liquid beckoning to
me from inside.

  Because my mom and Jake are getting married this weekend, and maybe my lucky glass bowl is the last I’ll ever have of him. Maybe it’s my last reminder, my last token, my last taste, my last touch.

  The realization made my chest clench, but my strides became faster, more determined on the sidewalk. Because yes, if that glass bowl of semen is all I’ll ever have of my stepfather going forwards, then I’m going to treasure it. This tiny bit, these virile remains of Jake’s masculinity are all mine … even if they have to last me the rest of my life.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Lacey

  Thoughts crashed in my mind as I walked home, head down. What was I gonna do with Jake’s semen? All sorts of nasty thoughts swirled.

  Drink it?

  Smooth it into my pussy?

  Push it into my ass?

  The visualizations made me shiver, insides clenching hungrily. Because I’m a whore now, and I can’t get enough. Whatever the big man gives, I’ll take.

  But when I got to the door of my dorm, the light was on. Immediately, my soul fell. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to contemplate his sperm by myself, to dip my fingers into the goopy white and reminisce, making myself feel better in privacy.

  So what was this? Why had my roommates decided to stay home? It was Saturday night, and those girls are always out. Morose, I fumbled with my keys to unlock the door.

  But my feet skidded to a halt.

  Because he was here.

  Sitting on the couch like nothing was wrong.

  That huge, hulking form draped on the dorm sofa, blue eyes bright as he gazed at me.

  I stammered.

  "Ja-Jake? What are you doing here?" I closed the door numbly, too shocked to do anything else.

  He tucked his phone away in his jacket pocket and shrugged.

  "Thinking of you. Missing you. Nuthin’ wrong with missing your best girl, right?" Those azure eyes glimmered, filled with something, what I’m not sure.

  And my heart almost broke then because those were the words I wanted to hear, but so much more as well. Because we couldn’t. It was forbidden.