My Personal Bad Boy
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The relief as his cock slowly begins to soften is immediate. His hands begin to stroke up and down my sides as the thrum of his heartbeat against my back lessons.
Wes is still going; his hands moving up to circle my throat. Holding my eyes he begins to fuck me in earnest, his grip around my neck tightening but not cutting off my air.
He uses his grip to pull our faces close, until his forehead dips to rest on mine.
Our breaths mingle, the scent of me still on his lips.
Martinez slips from me and I don’t realize he’s moved until he speaks, his voice coming from the stairs that lead down to his room.
“We’ve been down here longer than I thought. They’re about to start the countdown.”
I watch as Wes grins. “Go on up, we’ll be there in a few. Just switch on the TV before you go.”
Martinez pulls on his clothes as Wes continues to fuck me. The TV switches on before I hear his footsteps hit the stairs.
On ten, Wes cums again. His hands still around my neck, he kisses me through Nine . . . Eight . . . Seven . . . Six . . . Five . . . Four . . . Three . . . Two . . . One.
Then, releasing my neck he slides his hands down to cup my ass cheeks and lifts his head. “Happy New Year’s baby.”
To every blog and/or reader who has read and or shared one of my books with a friend. Thank you.
Bethany James is a pen name. Her pretend persona was born and raised in Tampa, Fl. This pen name was created because if her mother knew she was writing naughty books she would pray for her.
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Epilogue
About the Author
Acknowledgements