Bandit: A Bonnie and Clyde Romance (A Shot of Scott Book 1)

by Ada Scott

  Jace’s lower hand moved down over my dress, across my smooth mound, and I moaned into the kiss before he had made it as far as my pussy. When he did, I had to break off the kiss to hold my breath, as he cupped my sex and then traced one finger along my slit.

  It wasn’t fair how his mere touch could make me feel so good. Nobody should have that much power, and yet he did. A stampede of butterflies were running riot in my stomach and my abdominal muscles flexed, forcing my ass against him even more.

  The enigmatic businessman held on tighter, and caressed my pussy through the top-end designer gown and underwear he had paid for. Through barely-open eyes I saw the scene reflected in the mirror and, not for the first time since I’d met Jace Barlow, I couldn’t believe it was me.

  There I was, dressed in diamonds and fine clothes, with, as far as I was concerned, the hottest man in the world, and he had his hand between my legs. Jace stood to his full height again and pulled away from my pussy. I couldn’t stop a whimper of disappointment from escaping, but I was soon swept away with optimism as he slipped the straps off my shoulders.

  The exquisite dress slid off me like black water and pooled at my feet, leaving me with nothing but a matching G-string, two diamond and platinum earrings, and a comparatively modest white gold and diamond necklace that I had chosen myself.

  Jace stalked around until he was standing right in front of me, his eyes drinking in every square inch of my body. My heart was pounding with excitement, and no small amount of fear, remembering those extremes of physical sensation he’d made me feel at Luc Monette’s.

  “You were born to be fucked hard,” he said, tracing a finger on my smooth mound through my panties.

  He moved slowly upwards, and I reached out to his bulging bicep, feeling the power under his sleeve as I leaned into his caress. Spreading out his fingers, not quite touching either of my breasts, he pushed me backwards.

  It was only a few steps before the back of my knees hit the bed and I sat down unceremoniously. From my newly reduced height, I had a front-row seat to see that prominent outline in his pants, and I was mesmerized for a moment, before my eyes were torn upwards to watch him unbutton his shirt.

  When he revealed that sculpted and inked torso for only the second time in my life, I almost cried out with physical pain, I ached for him so bad. The sex-crazed and primal part of my mind that had truly awoken on the night he fucked me for the first time was less restrained, making sounds that would roughly be translated as “wantwantwantwant!”

  I reached up and ran my finger down his abs like a scarred and tattooed xylophone, and then lower to feel the swell of his manhood against the palm of my hand. My mouth was open, my brows knitted together and I was panting with sheer desperate need.

  It didn’t matter that I was reminded anew of the size of that majestic cock and how hard he fucked with it, I needed him inside me. Jace watched my face with a self-assured smirk and then instead of leaping on top of me like I wanted, stepped to the side.

  “Where are you going!?”

  Jace bent down and picked up something from the side of the bed. Two somethings. One was a paintbrush and, as he broke the seal and unscrewed the top, I read the label on the other something. It was chocolate-flavored body paint.

  “Some forms of art are more OK than others,” he said. “Now… you’ve spent all day doing what you want to do, so we’re going to spend all night doing what I want to do.”

  Kendall

  Jace knelt on the floor and set the bottle and brush down next to him. He ran his hands up my thighs, my hips and my sides before squeezing and pinching my nipples as he caressed my small breasts hard enough that I gasped.

  “I am going to taste every inch of you, and then I am going to fuck your brains out. You need that, don’t you, Kendall?”

  I nodded, pushing my chest against him, and my nipples pressed into his palms. Jace pushed back, gentle but unstoppable, and I laid down on the bed with my feet still on the ground.

  His hands slid away as my chest moved out of reach, and I felt his fingertips travel across my navel until they reached the waistband of my panties. Looking down, I could see his upper body over the horizon of the bed, broad and defined, with pure hunger in his eyes as he pulled the flimsy black material downwards.

  With a push against the floor, I lifted my ass off the bed and a moment later felt the cool air on my pussy. The excitement of the Brazilian and simply being in Jace’s company would have assured me of some quality alone-time later on if I had gone home alone, but the last few minutes had put my pussy on high-alert. I knew that he could see how wet I was for him already.

  “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. You’re going to be screaming my name tonight.”

  “Yeah… do it…” I heard somebody whisper, using my mouth to say it.

  Jace discarded my G-string in the general direction of my evening gown and then held up the paintbrush, now glistening with a thick liquid chocolate. He touched the tip of the brush to my inner thigh and I flinched away instinctively, it tickled so much.

  “Stay still,” said Jace.

  I did my best, but every stroke of the brush was a maddening tease. My legs quivered with anticipation as he created chocolate designs on one side and then the other, and then moved higher.

  The closer he got to my pussy, the more I buried my hands in my hair and thrashed my head from side to side. I needed him, the brush, me, something, to touch my little go-button and release the tension he was building up inside me, but he pushed my hands away when I tried to solve my problem myself.

  “You cum when I want you to, Kendall, not before,” he said.

  The brush came tantalizingly close… and then I felt him move higher, creating little swirls on the smooth canvas that Becky had cleared for him this afternoon. I reached up for a pillow and smothered myself with it, as I screamed my frustration and the quivers from my legs started making my hips gyrate.

  When I removed the pillow and looked down with desperation in my eyes, I saw some designs on my stomach that faintly mirrored the patterns on his, and the words “Property of Jace Barlow” written in chocolate ink. Some part of my mind tried to raise an objection to that, but was silenced by the argument that you can’t deny reality. I belonged to Jace Barlow, if he wanted me.

  He moved on to the bed and knelt beside me as he created his “more than OK” art on my body. I reached out and felt that wondrously thick cock of his through his pants, stroking it up and down.

  I wanted to see it, to feel its hot throbbing skin in the palm of my hand, but I didn’t know how to say it. Every ounce of unspoken pleading was written in my eyes, but there was so much I wanted from him, so much he had already promised to give me, that it was probably not enough.

  Jace painted the gentle slopes of my breasts, my aching hard nipples, and then surveyed his masterpiece. He licked his lips, and moved back to where he’d started, putting the chocolate body paint back on the ground before lifting one leg into his hands and beginning to destroy what he had just created, in the most incredible way.

  The multi-millionaire licked and sucked at me, and I felt that rough stubble contrasting against the softness of his lips and tongue again. He was making me feel like a manifestation of some ancient goddess who came down to earth every now and then to be worshipped in this way.

  He still hadn’t touched my eager sex, but if he kept doing what he was doing, it was going to take the willpower of a deity for me to stop myself from climaxing. Jace made my legs look as if they’d never been painted and then I felt his hot breath on my sopping wet slit.

  I held my breath for a second, and then hit the bed with my fists like a little girl throwing a tantrum when I felt his lips on my navel instead of my pussy. A tear of desperation trickled out of one eye, a tiny rivulet of my natural lubricants trickled out of my excited tunnel and tickled its way downwards to the sheets.

  His stamp of ownership was the last design element
to be erased from my stomach, before he moved upwards again. I ran my hands through his hair, pushing myself against him, making him kiss and lick me harder.

  When I felt his thigh between my legs, I rubbed my pussy against him like a wanton slut, because I was beyond caring. All that mattered was this impossibly sexy man who had exploded into my life and all the pleasure he was giving me. I needed to cum.

  “Please, please, fuck me, Jace! Fuck me hard! I need it, now!”

  Jace paused only long enough to assure me that my torture would be sustained. “Not until I’m good and ready, you sexy little bitch.”

  His shoulder muscles bulged as he held himself above me and licked the undersides of my breasts, before circling my nipples with his tongue and then sucking them into his mouth. I cried out when a little firecracker of pleasure went off between my legs, a tiny preview of things to come.

  When Jace had cleaned my breasts to his satisfaction, he moved up to kiss me on the lips, and I kissed him back with utter desperation, our tongues no longer gentle as we fought for territory in each other’s mouths. Not surprisingly, he tasted of chocolate.

  He pulled back and I followed his kiss upwards for several inches, until he pushed me flat again while he moved back to square one, between my legs. If he was going to tease me again, I was going to die.

  “Please,” I panted, and then screamed in relief as he licked the full length of my pussy.

  His stubble framed the path of his tongue and I felt it on my sensitive labia as a prickly tingle that drove me wild with excitement. My muscles twitched and I ground myself sporadically against his face as he lapped up my juices like they were sweeter than the body paint.

  Jace’s strong hands cupped my ass and pulled my sex against him, keeping me exactly where I needed to be, in spite of my traitor muscles trying to make me buck and gyrate all over the place. My head was thrashing from side to side once more, while pins and needles of bliss started pricking me all over my body, starting at my clit and moving towards my extremities.

  I gripped the bedsheets for dear life, terrified of what was building up inside of me, as if an orgasm could be so powerful that it did actual physical damage. I moaned in ecstasy without a spare thought for the volume, hoping it might let off some of the pressure.

  When Jace’s expert tongue concentrated on my clit, my breaths started hitching. I breathed in short, sharp, bursts but couldn’t breathe out, until I couldn’t take anymore and I felt like I was going to burst.

  A brown haze rolled in from the periphery of my vision as my orgasm took hold, and the only thing drowning out my screams of bliss as I let out all that air was the booming of my heartbeat in my ears. Pleasure beyond belief made my body hum and it was almost like my soul was blasted out of my body by the intensity of it all.

  I couldn’t see anyway, so I squeezed my eyes shut and was assaulted on all sides by the ecstasy that Jace was inflicting on me. It was too much, too much, too much! I was just one woman and I couldn’t take it!

  When my orgasm peaked and began to fade, color started to creep back into the world again and I could make out where I was once more. The room was spinning as if I was drunk, and Jace was now licking me at a much slower pace, keeping me on the edge of what I could bear to feel.

  At last, my surroundings stopped moving and I felt like I was fully occupying my own body again. Jace rose to his feet and I saw that he was now kicking off his remaining clothes.

  His huge cock stood up straight, thick, and perfect, and he climbed back on the bed with pure lust in his eyes.

  Kendall

  I reached out for his rock hard shaft and shivered when I grasped it, despite its heat. When I stroked it up and down a few times, I found it so stiff that I could barely change the angle it jutted out at.

  I gulped, knowing all too well how Jace used this weapon of his. Fast and hard. At the restaurant I’d asked him to be gentle, but you probably couldn’t be gentle with a cock like this. I wouldn’t waste my breath with a request like that this time.

  Jace gathered my hair into a makeshift ponytail at the back of my head, before wrapping it around one hand a couple of times until it was taut. He pulled me upwards, controlling my every movement.

  “Up. On your knees. Now.”

  The muscular multi-millionaire steered me, using my hair as reins, until I was on my hands and knees, with that intimidating erection of his right in front of my face. Up close it was simultaneously majestic and terrifying, and my hand looked so small by comparison.

  I could see it twitching slightly with every beat of his heart, every vein, the bumpy ridge and that fat swollen head. There was no mystery about what he wanted. I’d heard girls at school talk about blowjobs, but I didn’t know where to start. I licked my lips, but then hesitated.

  “You ever sucked a cock before?” Jace asked.

  I looked down and away for a second before turning my eyes back up to him and slowly shaking my head. Jace looked upwards, mouthed a silent thanks, and then leaned back, reaching for something on the ground.

  The movement pulled on my hair and I gasped at an unexpected spark of pleasure between my still-quivering legs. When he came back up, he had the paintbrush in his hand again.

  “Aim it at your mouth,” he instructed.

  I blushed. That much should have been obvious. With a combination of pulling down on it and moving my head as high as Jace would let me, I was soon staring down the barrel, so to speak.

  He dabbed some chocolate body paint on the head of his cock. “Lick it off.”

  I touched the tip of my tongue to the spot of chocolate and felt him swell in my hand. Immediately, I pulled back, startled, but Jace brought my mouth back to his hardness and I felt the body paint smear against my lips for a moment, before I parted them and took him in.

  He was so thick that I had to open my mouth wide, tasting the mixture of him and the chocolate when the head of his cock came to rest on my tongue. I licked him clean before he pulled out and reapplied the paint.

  It didn’t take long before I was able to find a good rhythm, bobbing, sucking and licking the treats he prepared for me. For the most part I kept my eyes fixed on his face, watching as each swirl of my tongue around the engorged tip of his cock provoked a reaction.

  “Good fucking girl, Kendall,” he breathed.

  My eyes fluttered with a swell of pride and faint hum of pleasure between my legs at his praise. I could have exploded with happiness, I’d have done almost anything for this man, this perfect cock.

  Jace pulled my mouth off him, and I wiped the combined saliva and pre-cum off my chin as he took my hand away and did something a little different. With the paintbrush, he put some of the body paint on his balls, and then a stripe along the underside of his shaft from the base to the tip.

  “No hands. Clean me from the bottom to the top.”

  Without waiting for me to move, he pulled my head back towards him. I tilted to the side and licked his heavy balls where he had marked with the same shyness I had when my tongue had first made contact with the tip.

  This was tougher than licking chocolate off his rigid shaft, his balls moved with every lick. I had to chase them with my lips, open wide, give him a complete tongue bath. There was no way to do this except with utter abandon.

  I sucked first one nut into my mouth, and then the other, making sure I had cleaned every trace of body paint from him before daring to progress to his hard rod. Earlier, I had felt like a goddess, but now the roles had reversed and I was the one doing the worshipping.

  Looking up at him with one eye, his enormous cock towering over my face, he seemed like he was in seventh heaven and I felt another burst of pride. This was me doing it. Kendall Brookes, from Woodville no less, was making this powerful man groan in pleasure.

  I worked my way up his cock with long, slow, licks, until I reached the top again and familiar territory. Once there, I returned to my previous routine, clearing the last of the body paint away.

  As I su
cked him, Jace used the brush one more time to draw a kind of line about a third of the way down his shaft, before dropping the brush off the side of the bed. I tried to move so I could lick that too, but he held me firmly enough by the hair that I gasped and shuddered at another surprise burst of pleasure.

  Now free from holding the brush, he curled that hand around my neck under my chin and used both hands to guide my mouth back to the tip of his cock. Holding me mostly still, he began to rock his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of my mouth a fraction of an inch deeper each time.

  I put my hands on his thighs, worried that he might thrust too far, but the muscles there were even harder than his cock, rippling with power many times more than I could ever muster. Jace was in complete control.

  When the tip of his cock brushed the back of my throat, I went rigid, fighting my gag reflex. The last thing I wanted to do was to cough and splutter, to disappoint him and not be able to give back some fraction of the pleasure he had given me.

  It hit the back of my throat again, harder, and my face went red from the strain. He pushed forward once more, bottomed out, and held his cock there as my eyes watered and the desperation mounted.

  Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and pushed away with all my strength as I coughed and gasped for air. It felt like forever before I had composed myself.

  “Sorry,” I said, quietly.

  “It’s fine, you’re doing better than most. You’re a natural.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. Try again. Stick out your tongue, reach for that line I painted.”

  I took a deep breath and parted my lips just in time to take him in again. He quickly ramped up to his previous depth, plunging his cock into my mouth over and over again until a thick trail of saliva and pre-cum was hanging off my chin.

  He touched his cock to the back of my throat and then kept increasing the pressure. I was almost at the point of gagging again when I remembered his instruction, and slid my tongue out along the underside of his shaft.