by Ada Scott
“Take what’s yours,” I said.
“That’s pretty much my job.”
Jason pulled my legs up until my calves were resting on his shoulders, then reached down to hook his fingers around the waistband of my panties. I lifted my ass off the seat as he peeled them off me and the cool air hit my pussy.
He had to duck his head out of the way to get my panties almost off, he left them dangling from one ankle. Then he was back, between my legs, his own pants down to his knees and his cock sticking out from the gap at the front of his boxers.
My heart was beating hard enough that it might very well have been trying to burst out of my chest to get a better look at the hard cock faintly throbbing just a few inches over my pussy. This was it.
I expected him to find my tight little entrance and fuck my slit as hard as he had fucked my face, but Jason was full of surprises. Retreating to the foot well not occupied by the other bag of stolen money, he kissed his way up my inner thighs.
Every time his lips touched my skin, framed by that rough stubble, my legs quivered. Sometimes his tongue licked me during a kiss, as if he was tasting me, deciding how much he wanted to eat me all up.
If I had been standing, my knees would have collapsed when his lips brushed against my labia. I felt a warm puff of air a split-second before… and then heaven on earth.
All the nights alone and waiting, desperate for his touch were finally over. Jason De Laforge had his hands on me, he had his lips on me, and my body was flooded with hormones and pleasure far beyond what could be explained by physical touch alone. This pleasure was on fire and Jason was pouring gasoline all over it.
He first paid attention to my outer labia, licking and kissing my tender folds as if clearing my rampant natural lubricants away. I ran my hands through his hair, marvelling at the sight.
Sometimes my thighs would spontaneously twitch and caress his face between them. His stubble against that sensitive skin only served to make me even more excited.
My hips were bucking against his face when he finally allowed his tongue to delve inside me. He pushed it deep and then curled to extract more of my sweet nectar, even brushing against my hymen.
I tried to find something to hold on to, feeling like I might blast off if I didn’t, and my fist clenched on a wad of cash. I let it go, but some fell on me as I reached for the door handle above my head.
Jason’s attention moved slightly higher and I felt the tip of a single finger slip inside me again as his tongue started flicking across my clit. I threw my head back at the sudden surge in intensity.
“Holy shit!” I panted.
His finger moved in tiny circles, only barely inside because of my virginity, at a slower rhythm than the furious pace of his tongue. This was ecstasy unlike anything I’d ever dreamed of.
My hands seemed to want to be everywhere at once. Grabbing on to things to brace myself, squeezing my breasts, running my fingers through his hair. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do when a climax this scarily big was growing in my belly.
Suddenly, I went almost still, and with every breath, each moan was louder than the one before. Jason looked up at me with a glint in his eye as he drove me inexorably over the edge.
My breath caught in my throat and my face felt like it was just as red as when I was being choked by his cock. I heard a ringing in my ears that drowned out everything except my own heartbeat, and explosive bliss rocketed out from my clit to the furthest reaches of my fingers and toes.
I could sense I was screaming affirmatives, but I couldn’t hear a word of it. I tried to smother myself with the inside of my own elbow in case I was screeching something stupid, but it didn’t seem to work, and I needed all the air I could get anyway.
My eyes rolled back and I saw the blue sky out of the window of the car, through the trees. It was hard to believe I was looking up at the same sky that I had been when I woke up this morning.
One by one, my muscles cramped up as if trying to hold on to the tail-end of my climax. It worked, the euphoria lasted until I had no more energy left to flex the muscles and they relaxed, leaving me quivering slightly in the back seat of a no-doubt stolen car on a pile of stolen money with the most-wanted bank robber in the world sitting up between my legs and licking his lips.
Jason reached out and curled his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me towards him. I came up, only marginally more in control of myself than a ragdoll, and met his kiss with growing enthusiasm.
My flavor dominated the kiss, unlike the mixture of the two of us from when we were still driving. Without relenting in his efforts to take my breath away, he positioned his cock at my slit and rubbed it up and down, quickly coating himself in my juices.
Brief thoughts of a condom flittered through my head, but if I was going to lose my virginity to Jason Delaforge, I wanted to feel him inside me, not a piece of rubber. I held on tight, excited and scared all at once.
Jason broke off the kiss and whispered in my ear. “Are you ready to get fucked like a dirty little girl, Dove?”
I wrapped my legs around him instead of wasting my breath. Something told me I was going to need it.
“Good girl,” he said, pushing forward.
The head of his cock nuzzled between my folds, first pushing and then stretching them out further than my finger or his ever could have. The entire world outside this car disappeared as I focused on the cock being forced into me.
It may have been thick enough to be on the borderline of destroying me. The idea didn’t seem so far-fetched when I saw that immense girth pointing at my innocent pussy, when I felt the pressure and saw Jason’s muscles flexing to his task.
“Mmm… uhn… ow!”
I squirmed as the pressure built and my tender opening became a ring of fire. My eyes watered and I grit my teeth against the fear that was building.
Maybe he was too big for me. Maybe by saving myself for him I’d ensured that I couldn’t handle him. What would he think of me then? Just a silly little girl with stars in her eyes?
The determination to prove his hypothetical reaction wrong kept me from screaming for him to stop. I clasped my hands behind his neck, wrapped my legs around him even tighter and let out a wordless appeal for mercy.
For a precarious moment, I teetered on the edge of my ability to withstand the pressure. My next breath out would bring with it a plea for him to stop.
Then the latest in my series of miracles for today happened. The bumpy ridge of his cock slipped inside me and the pressure lessened a little as my labia clung to his shaft.
An instant later, the tip of his cock was at my hymen. He grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head and pulled down as he thrust forward, tearing through my virginity.
My chin was lifted by his grip on my hair, but I kept my eyes locked with his as the same seemingly endless thickness was fed into my pussy as it had been into my throat. Jason’s face was a mask of ecstasy, and he appeared to be having almost as much difficulty as I was keeping our eyes locked.
The tip of his cock brushed against my cervix as his balls came to rest on my ass. I moaned in awe at the sensation of fullness.
“That’s the most fuckin incredible thing I’ve ever…” he breathed, then started pulling back.
My pussy gripped his cock like it never wanted to let go but, wet as Jason had made me, there was no stopping his movements now that he was in. I thought he was going to pull out completely, but at the last moment, he slammed his full length into my depths again, and I squealed. I straightened my legs and braced my foot against the roof, seeing my panties on my ankle wave like a surrender flag.
Even though Jason would have had his pick of women across the world, he was suddenly like a man dying of thirst who had just had a sip of sweet icy-cold water. He wasted no more time thrusting into me hard and fast like his life depended on it.
My voice quavered with every powerful impact of his body against mine, and I held on for dear life as he stoked the fire that h
ad been burning for him for years. I was still hyper-sensitive from my recent climax, and I could feel every bump and vein on his cock as it filled me up over and over again.
His balls slapped on my ass, combining with my squeals of delight to fill the small enclosed space of the car with noise. The car suspension rocked from side to side and occasionally my panties would spin around my ankle like some crazy little hula-hoop.
My breasts wobbled from the hard fucking, despite my bra, and I bit my lip happily when Jason grabbed and kneaded each one in turn. I could feel my nipples rubbing against the material, feeding the delicious torment wracking my body.
In the war between pleasure and pain, pain was giving up ground step by step, and the fire between my legs started to feel a lot more like another climax waiting to happen. I wrapped my legs around Jason’s waist and started bucking my hips against him, meeting his thrusts and making sure that wonderful cock of his touched my cervix every time as it had on the first exploration of my depths.
The pace of his pounding into my petite body gradually increased in urgency, until his own deep growls joined the rest of our cacophony. I felt his cock swell and the added pressure for a few more strokes was enough to push over the edge again.
I shut my eyes against the intensity of my pleasure and felt Jason’s hot seed spurt out of his cock in jets at the peaks of several thrusts. My toes curled as humming ecstasy throbbed throughout my body, almost closing off my windpipe until only tiny croaks were getting through.
The ringing returned to my ears and I arched my back for a few seconds, before collapsing against the seat again. A moment later, Jason’s weight came down on top of me and he buried his face against my neck.
I trailed my fingers on the back of his head and neck, feeling him shiver in just the same way his breath on my skin was doing to me. His cock was still diamond-hard inside me, but still now for the first time.
Our combined juices trickled out of my newly deflowered pussy and on to our bed of stolen money. Evidence of all kinds of things.
“What now?” I whispered.
It was about two thirty in the afternoon on a swelteringly hot day. My shirt was tied off to show off my bare midriff, and any man walking behind me would have been happy to see how short my shorts were. We were banking on it.
The air inside the bank was pleasantly cool, but few customers had braved the harsh sun and the hot wind to get to this sanctuary. I walked past the security guard and felt his eyes on me immediately.
I’d captured his attention easily, but when I dropped my keys and bent at the waist to pick them up, I had his mind, body and soul. I didn’t straighten up again until I heard Jason talk in a low voice to the guard, and I knew he had a gun to his head.
“I’ll take that pistol, if you don’t mind.”
“Everybody, down! This is a robbery!” I yelled to the customers. I whipped off my sunglasses, pulled my own gun out of my handbag and pointed it in the direction of the teller. “Hands up!”
Jason frog-marched the security guard over to join the two customers on the floor and then came back to me. Dipping me to the side as if we were dancing, he kissed me deep and then brought me to my feet again.
“You ready to make some money, darlin’?” he asked.
“Sure am, baby.”
I approached the jealous-looking teller in her late fifties. She looked like a banking-lifer.
“How come they still got you out front…” I looked down at her name badge. “Mavis?”
She rolled her eyes. “Manager always promoted his nephews, or his friends’ kids, or his mistresses. It’s bullshit,” she summarised.
I chuckled at the blunt language that seemed so out of place from her otherwise professional appearance. She looked like she could use a break.
I leaned in and spoke so nobody else could hear me. “Tell you what. How about you open up that door and let me back there? I think maybe some of the money might miss the sack and fall into your pocket before we leave. Nobody needs to see it happen. Fuck these guys, what have they ever done for you? This is one of those days where life can turn all the way around on a dime. I may be young, but I know that much. How about it, Mavis?”
It didn’t take Mavis long to come round to my way of thinking. I looked back at Jason and winked. Infamous as he’d been before he met me, it was nothing like the kind of super-stardom we’d achieved together. I was made for him, he was made for me, and we were made for this.
The papers called us a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde. I could live with that. That sounded just fine by me.
This is a special edition of Bandit, which comes with a full copy of Still a Bad Boy by Ada Scott, which is a full-length bad boy romance novel that went to #18 in the entire Amazon Kindle store. Still a Bad Boy is the first in the Still a Bad Boy series, which is 4 books at the time of writing, all of which have been in the top 100 in the Amazon Kindle store.
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Kendall
I didn’t dare move for fear of breaking something. If I did, I’d probably have to declare bankruptcy. It was only a waiting room, but I’d never seen such lavish attention to detail before.
If I wasn’t mistaken, that was a real Van Achthoven painting on the wall. Even the receptionist’s desk looked like something the President might have to save up for.
All glass, it seemed to be custom made to show off her long legs from all angles. She had them crossed, making her short skirt ride high as she tapped away on the keyboard in front of her, sometimes pressing the button on the wireless headset to answer calls.
Back home in Woodville I felt small. When I moved to the city, I felt tiny. Now, especially under her occasional disdainful glance, I felt positively microscopic.
I wrung my hands in my lap, second-guessing myself for the millionth time about the big move. I’d thought I’d show my family that I could be something, but I’d been here for months and I was still just an intern at The Weekly Enquirer.
My funds were evaporating fast. If my boss, Mr. Kinsley, didn’t give me the actual job he’d promised me soon, I’d have to go home with my tail between my legs.
So why did he send me to interview Jace Barlow, the mysterious man who took his one hundred and eighty million dollar lottery winnings and quickly turned it into an empire pushing at a billion dollar valuation?
Was it because he liked my “moxie,” as he liked to say to the people he actually paid to work? Because he saw some untapped potential in me? No.
As Mr. Kinsley said in the meeting room in front of everybody, as if I wasn’t even there, Jace Barlow had scheduled and cancelled meetings with every major publication you could think of dozens of times. It was like a joke to the new multi-millionaire to screw with the media.
So send me to the appointment, and then when Barlow cancels again, at least nobody important will have wasted their time.
The receptionist’s headset beeped and she pressed the button.
“Yes sir? Of course, sir. Yes I’ll tell her. One moment.”
This was it. I looked over at the tall blonde as she unhooked the headset from her ear and stood up, smoothing her skirt. Was she going to escort me all the way to the elevator?
“Miss Brookes?” she asked.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Barlow will see you now.”
I had to let that set in for a moment as my heart seemed to say “Right, I’m outta here” and tried to make good its escape via my throat. Swallowing hard, I managed to get it back down.
“What?”
“Mr. Barlow will see you. Now. You’ll have to hand over your phone, and do you have any recording devices?”
I fumbled at my little handbag. “Uh… I’ve got a…” My mind went blank looking for the word. “Dictaphone!” I blurted out.
You could almost see the concentration in the receptionist’s face as she tried not to roll her eyes at a so-called journalist who couldn’t remember what a Dictaphone was. With shaking hands, I opened my handbag and took out the offending items.
The receptionist walked around her desk with a supermodel sashay and reached out for them. “I’ll keep them in a secure container until your meeting is finished.”
This couldn’t be happening. A nobody like me doesn’t interview the most elusive man in the city. Mr. Kinsley didn’t even give me a questionnaire, he was that sure this was going to be a bust. I had nothing prepared to ask him and I was about to walk into an interview that famous journalists would kill their own mothers to conduct.
She confiscated the forbidden electronics and put them in a drawer before beckoning me through the door behind her desk. Once on the other side, I could see that the horizontal strips of mirror on the wall of frosted glass were actually one-way, so you could see into the waiting room like you were peeking out from a bunker without being seen.
