Begging for Bad Boys

by Willow Winters

  “Something they taught me,” he says, his dick swelling in my hand. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me pop if you keep that up. I haven’t had a lady’s touch in so long.” But I know he’s bluffing. He’s made of sterner stuff than that.

  His big, muscular body twitches as he tugs my bikini down, literally having to peel them from my slick slit. But my time holding onto his dick comes short as he moves down my body, parting my thighs and leaning in, taking a deep breath over my pussy.

  “Ohhh fuck, you smell so good,” he says, his nostrils flared in the brief moment before he lunges in and begins to devour me.

  Four years without a woman? He ate me like a man who hadn’t eaten food in nearly so long. His mouth wraps about my clit, sucking it for a moment before his tongue laps at my slit and on up to swirl about my sensitive little bud.

  I’m already on edge, and my hands are gripping the comforter as I start to plead with him. I’m not even sure what I’m saying. It’s all running together, breathy words that barely make sense, all peppered with please and oh god. I feel like I’m waking up for the first time in a very long time, actually able to feel everything with such an exquisite intensity.

  He’s a ravenous beast for me, the wet sounds of his mouth and tongue working my pussy filling the air. The only thing I can see is his broad, muscular shoulders hunched over, his emerald eyes sparkling as they occasionally look up from between my thighs to watch my breasts heave and my face contort with pleasure.

  He’s seen me come before, watched me orgasm on his lap. And he watches me now like there’s nothing more in the world he wouldn’t relish than seeing a rerun.

  He doesn’t have to wait long before my hand is on the back of his head and I’m screaming his name as I grind into his face. My spine arches in a feline manner and my head presses back into the pillow as another amazing jolt of electricity sparks through me.

  Viktor doesn’t let up though. He continues to tongue my gushing pussy through my climax, prodding and teasing my clit to such heights as he watches and relishes each moment. He keeps going stubbornly until my cries are dying down and I’m having to tug at the hair on the back of his head, unable to take any more.

  He rises up then, his dick as hard as ever, jumping out from his groin as he licks at his lips, and wipes around his mouth, savoring my honey.

  “Damn, I’ve never enjoyed eating a pussy as much as yours before,” he growls out with lust before reaching for the condom, ripping it open and beginning the process of having to pull that tight sheath on over his impressive manhood. The glistening rubber clings to every contour of his rigid, veiny shaft to the point where I worry it might tear at any moment.

  I’m still in a haze from... how many orgasms did he just give me? But I still appreciate the sight of the hulking, perfect man in front of me. As soon as he’s suited up, I’m reaching out for his dick, basically begging for him.

  I’ve never needed to be fucked as much as I need him right now.

  He moans at my very touch, even separated by that thin sheath. But without hesitation, the two of us now well past the point of taking it slow, he lowers himself over me and gets between my thighs.

  That gorgeous piece of equipment that the military most definitely did not gift him with, lining up with my slit, until he’s pushing it down into me. My pink little labia flowering around his shaft, stretching wide until I’m pushed taut around him as he sinks on in, balls deep.

  “Are you okay?” he asks me, and at first I’m confused, but then I realize I’ve been crying out and moaning so loud he thought something was wrong.

  “Better than okay,” I say, and I try to laugh, but even that comes out as a moan. My legs wrap around his ass, and he’s almost too big to handle, but I’ve never been wetter in my entire life, and that’s definitely helping.

  He kisses my lips and doesn’t delay, those powerful hips of his beginning to pump into me, his deep, husky moans filling the air as we begin to screw atop his bed. It’s the most intense love-making of my life, and as he builds speed it only gets better.

  I can hear his heavy balls slapping against my butt noisily, his body angling itself just perfectly as he pierces into me deeper than any man ever had. He’s a titan of sex, having not only the looks but the precise little ways of working my body down to perfection.

  Or maybe it’s just fate that we’re both so perfectly made for each other.

  Whatever it is, I can’t believe it’s so intense!

  “Fuck!” he curses, and I can feel him tense and bulge inside me, his balls tightening, no longer slapping my ass so noisily. He’s getting close.

  “Come in me,” I whisper, and I can’t believe how filthy the words sound off my tongue. What’s gotten into me? But I like it, too. Whatever magic spark exists between us, it’s turning me a little bit bad, and there’s nothing more that I’d like than being bad with him.

  He’s stubborn though, and I can tell he’s drawing it out just a bit longer as he reaches his thumb in, tweaking and torturing my poor little abused clit, sparking more pleasure through me as he pulses with desire, edging so close. So close… until…

  “Coming!” he cries out, before giving such a deep, hoarse moan, burying himself into me balls deep as he climaxes. That thick shaft swells inside me as he loses all control and bucks into me, grinding his dick in deep as he empties those heavy balls.

  And he’s timed it perfectly with my... I’ve lost count. Another crashing orgasm. I’ve absolutely made a mess of his bed, and I still can’t stop myself from grinding against him, letting that wave after wave crash over me until I’m utterly and completely spent underneath him.

  We’re panting together, his muscles all glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, only adding more allure to his body. He’s an Adonis alright. And I can’t help but rub my hands all over those hard bulges, and appreciate every bit of him as he leans in and kisses me affectionately, none of his interest having waned.

  We make out for what seems like forever and yet only a moment, when at last he pulls away, his dick still semi-hard inside me.

  “You wanna go again?” he asks me with a devilish grin on his face.

  “You’re going to be the death of me,” I say with a giggle, even as I nod my head eagerly.

  He pulls back, and damn is it a beautiful view. His shoulders back, it only shows off his rippling physique all the better. Following the trail of hair on past his abs, down to his groin, and then…

  We both see it at about the same time.

  Instead of a little white bubble at the tip of the condom, we both stare at his dick, mostly raw and uncovered, except for a tattered band around his shaft.

  The condom broke.

  Chapter 2

  Viktor

  My first encounter with a woman in so long ended with a broken condom and a beautiful but panicked woman. It wasn’t the picture perfect ending to my return from service, but fuck… nothing about it I’d take back.

  I had reassured her, told her I’d help her with whatever comes, whatever she decides.

  Then I asked her on a second date.

  I mean, odds are likely nothing comes of it at all, right? People are careless all the time, so I tried to make sure she knew that.

  But I won’t lie, part of me is excited at the prospect. I’m ready to get back to normal life, or as close to one as I can get. I put all the years of service behind me, and all the ugly, nasty moments it entailed.

  A new girl and, hell, even a baby, could only help me get back to feeling like a normal man. What person wouldn’t want that?

  Both of us were feeling more before the night ended, and I held her ‘til she fell asleep in my arms. I didn’t get a wink myself. I didn’t want to spoil that moment, and watching her slumber as the golden Vegas sun filtered in behind the curtains was one of the most serene moments of my life.

  And when she woke up, I got that date.

  Officially we’re not supposed to meet until tomorrow night, but I wanted to come
see her at work just before she gets off. Escort her back and let her know I’m thinkin’ of her. Maybe all that time abroad, fighting endless battles has made me soft. Or maybe I always wanted to find the right woman, and now I feel like I have.

  We’re drawn to each other uncontrollably. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and even though we only had that one night together, she couldn’t sleep right after the broken condom.

  I held her and reassured her for so long, but in the end we stayed up almost all night talking. About everything. I was able to really get to know her. Not just Aphrodite. I got to know Alice, and I’m even more smitten with her.

  She told me about her plans for her life, and I told her about mine. I told her about how I was on my way for a new job with a military contractor in Vegas that paid well, and how someday I hoped to retire to the countryside where I was from. I wanted to start a business and return something to the community I was from. I hated to leave it as a kid, but there were no jobs, no prospects.

  The marines were the only way out for me and my buddies. It was a way to serve my country and give something back. And it was also a way to get paid, get an education, and see the world beyond our little fishing town on the Maine coast.

  But as with all young military men, we didn’t all make it back. And of my small group that did, I’m even sadder to say that not all of my buddies made it back feeling up to life as a civilian again.

  I push those thoughts away though as I near the club. I’m not gonna let the shit that happened, the friends I lost to bombs, bullets or trauma drag me down tonight.

  There’s a beautiful girl I gotta win over.

  It’s that thought in mind when I pass by a small tussle. A big guy, round in the middle, is grabbing hold of a dancer on smoke break.

  “Come on, you came with us last time,” the big guy says, pulling on her arm as she’s tugging away with all her strength.

  “Let go! I’ll never go anywhere with the likes of you again!” she spits at him.

  Then the big guy’s friend — or more likely bodyguard, judging by his attire and demeanor — steps in as she strikes out at the man. He restrains her, and as big and tall as he is, it’s not hard for him to lock the svelte woman in place.

  Instinct kicks in and I’m already in action. It’s like a flip has been switched. As soon as I see that man lay a hand on the woman, I send a stiff elbow to his ribs before I say a word. That’s probably the wrong approach for civilian life. I should’ve warned him first, but in the marines, I learned to respond before I think. That’s how we out-survive our enemies.

  “Let her go!” I bellow at him with another blow to his elbow that stuns his arm and makes him lose his grip. The dancer he was restraining kicks him in the groin and earns her freedom the rest of the way on her own.

  “Assholes!” she says to the two guys, before shooting me a grateful look and heading inside.

  The big guy is glaring daggers at me, but his bodyguard is cradling his arm and backing off. He knows better. He’s learned his lesson... or the guy he works for simply isn’t paying enough.

  “Bah!” the big guy says, dismissively, calculating that he’s lost his only muscle. “Used that tart up anyhow.” They turn to go to the parking lot as I stare them down, fists clenched. “Remember her pathetic sobbing by the end? ‘No no! Stop! I didn’t agree to this!’” the big guy says in a mocking tone.

  My vision turns red.

  I can see the woman again in my mind’s eye, and her panic when she was grabbed. The way she said she’d never go with them again was the voice of a woman deeply traumatized. She was a tough woman, and she’d managed to sound angry and intimidating despite being in heels and a silk robe to shield her bikini clad body from unwanted view. But there had been a quivering to her voice. She’d been hurt. She was afraid.

  She’d been raped.

  He just said it. Laughed about it. Turned her pain into a joke.

  Time stops meaning anything. The two of them are at the rich man’s car, the bodyguard helping open the door for him when I set out. The big guy is inside, but before his helper can shut the door, I’m on him and slamming his head to the metal door, knocking him to the ground.

  There’s no thinking. There’s no moralizing. There’s no worrying. There’s just acting. That’s the way I was trained. That’s who I am.

  I yank that piece of shit out of his car and toss him against a concrete pillar at the edge of the lot. I hear him thud and cry out painfully, wind knocked from him. Before he can say a word though, I’m on him, pummeling him down.

  I’m making him pay for what he did. I’m teaching him a lesson that he won’t forget.

  I was raised to believe that a real man uses his strength to protect those weaker than him. That a real man never takes the cowardly way out and uses his power in this world to prey on those beneath him.

  That’s what drove me to service. And that’s what drives me to beat the shit out of this rich prick.

  Even in my haze of rage, I know enough not to kill him. I can direct my blows to crack a few ribs, bust his nose and make him ache for a year, but I won’t leave him dead. Just teach him a lesson.

  “Don’t you ever fuckin’ touch another woman without her say so, you hear me?!” I bellow at him, yanking him by his collar before planting another punch in his gut.

  That’s it, I tell myself. I made the point. But I let myself get carried away; I underestimated the rich prick’s guard. And a gun goes off at the back of my head.

  Everything’s dark.

  Chapter 3

  Alice - Five years later...

  When I first came to Vegas, it was to earn some big money to put away to save for my plans of running my own shop. A bookstore and coffee shop, to be exact. That’s what all my work had gone towards.

  But a brief stopover in the glittering, neon city, became a long stay.

  My first hope of romance didn’t go so well. One night of passion ended there. A one-night-stand.

  The money I make from dancing here is too good to pass up. Far too good when I’ve got a kid to worry about now too. Over four years old, my little Cierra is a blessing. I didn’t get my store, and probably never will at this rate of trying to prepare for her future, but she’s precious to me. I wouldn’t trade her for the world.

  A loud bang disturbs us as Cierra and I play in the living room.

  “Where’s that satchel of money I left on the counter?!” bellows John, my ex-boyfriend.

  “You took it last night, said you had to deposit it, remember?” I call back. John’s always got money laying around. He tells me he’s a rich guy, but honestly, it goes faster than it comes. And if not for me, he’d never remember where it went.

  “Shit, that’s right,” he said, running his fingers back through his hair.

  He has his issues, but he doesn’t mistreat Cierra, and he helps out with rent most of the time. She’s my number one priority these days, so I haven’t kicked him out since we broke up. But every time he has another outburst, I wonder if it isn’t time for us to go our separate ways completely.

  “Not in front of Cierra,” I say with a sigh.

  “Oh, yeah yeah,” he says, looking more distracted than usual. He’s a high-strung guy. And honestly I should’ve kicked him out when we broke up, months ago. In the beginning we split bills, but now it mostly falls to me, despite his claims of wealth. I put up with it, thinking it’d be temporary, but his issues have grown worse. He has a temper on top of everything else.

  He’s never hit me, but it’s not the image of a man I want Cierra to grow up with.

  I guess the only real blessing is I’ve never let her believe that John is her dad. I never wanted to lie to her, not about anything, and so I always insisted she called him John instead of Dad, much to John’s annoyance.

  I haven’t told her who her dad was, not really. But when she was a baby, I’d tell her about how I’d fallen in love with Prince Charming. Love at first sight.

 
And that his name was Viktor.

  But she doesn’t know that’s her dad. She’s too young anyways, but I know eventually, those questions will come. Especially once she gets to school, she’ll start asking questions fast about who her daddy is. I both dread and look forward to it, because as much as my heart aches with the memory, I love talking about Viktor.

  About how he made me feel complete for just a few hours. About how being with him was the best thing I ever did, because it brought her into my life, and how the only regret I have is that I never saw him again.

  That’s one of the many reasons why John and I didn’t work out, his violent temper aside. I was waiting for a guy who’s stood me up for five long years. I guess he just got cold feet. Our first — and only — time together was intense, and I thought he was up for it, but I never heard from him again.

  It’s the type of heartbreak that few people know.

  Love at first sight, never to see him again.

  There’s a lesson for her to learn there too: love can let you down. But I want her to know that my love — her mother’s love — will never fail her, first. So that’s why I wait.

  “Alright, I gotta head out,” John says, looking more exasperated than usual even. I’ve never pried into his business, but these days it’s getting harder and harder to even imagine what it is he does. In this city, it could be anything, and I start seriously thinking about asking one of the other girls at the club if they’d like to split rent with me.

  “Alright, I’ll put some supper in the fridge for you,” I call out as he goes. I’m too good to that man, for all the trouble he puts me through.

  “Oh, one thing,” John says, poking his head back in through the door. “If anyone comes looking for me… you don’t know where I am,” he says.

  “That’s easy, I never know where you are,” I respond, a bit confused. But then it strikes me, how nervous he’s acting, and the strange request. “Wait, what’s going on?” I ask, suddenly getting a big afraid.