Wanted_Big Bad Single Dad_A Billionaire Matchmaker Romance

by Daphne Dawn

  I’m getting ready to partake in those activities now, as we speak, and I can’t fucking wait to get inside of her with my cock, exploring as I pump in and out.

  I’m hard as a rock as I watch Chloe poke out her ass, jutting it as she arches her back and continues to have her hands planted against the wall.

  “Fuck, I’ve never seen a sexier woman than you,” I tell her and she smiles.

  “Mmm,” she breathes out seductively. “Now show me how hot you think I am. Fuck me good and hard, Aaron.”

  “Damn, I love the way you say my name. Say it again,” I command her as my heart pounds and my senses tingle.

  “Aaron. Oh, Aaron,” she teases. “Fuck my sweet little pussy.”

  “It’s so wet and feels so tight,” I marvel as I spread her lips apart.

  I tease her pussy and her ass with the tip of my now throbbing cock. She giggles, and I slap her swollen pussy lips with it.

  “More, more,” she begs and laughs.

  “I’m going to give it to you good and hard,” I tell her, no pun intended on the use of the word hard.

  “You better,” she taunts and opens her legs, ready for a good pounding.

  I plan to tease her, get back for making me wait so long, but that would also mean I have to wait some more before I claim this pussy. By the way my cock is throbbing right now, I won’t be able to wait that long. I groan as I push my way inside of her with my pulsing cock. She’s soaking wet and slippery, and her pussy practically swallows me whole as I slide home.

  I’m fucking her from behind against the wall, driving into her with passion and purpose.

  “Oh fuck, baby,” she moans out as she slaps the wall. “This feels amazing.”

  “You like getting fucked against the wall, naughty little girl?” I ask her, panting through the pleasure.

  “Yes.” Her voice shakes and her body trembles with delight.

  I want this erotic moment to last forever and know I’m going to attempt to hold onto my orgasm for as long as I possibly can.

  Chapter 9

  Chloe

  When Aaron’s hard cock, throbbing and pulsing, pushes inside of me, my pussy tightens at the pleasure the enormous size gives me. He completely fills me up, giving me immeasurable satisfaction. Before this, I couldn’t imagine being stretched like this and enjoying it.

  I moan out as he presses me against the wall, continuing to thrust with force, might and aggression all in one, but at the same time it’s completely natural, thrilling and erotic.

  He’s ramming me up against the wall as I cry out. I seriously feel like I’m gonna pass out from too much stimulation. Then he pulls on my hair with a gentle tug, giving me just the right mixture of pleasure and pain.

  He pulls my ass cheeks apart, enabling a new sensation that unlocks the key to my burning desire.

  “Yes!” I cry out as he pumps in and out of me, making suctioning noises with his cock as it pushes in and out of my wet and slippery pussy.

  His cock hits my g-spot in just the perfect way to send me over the edge and floor me into sexual oblivion.

  “You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?” His voice is wild, untamable.

  “Yes,” I cry out with passion and vigor. “Fuck me harder, Aaron.”

  “Harder, baby girl?” I can hear the grin in his voice as our bodies become one.

  He continues to grunt as he thrusts and pumps, making a slapping sound as his balls hit my pussy lips.

  “I love it, harder, faster,” I beg, completely enthralled by his profound fucking skills.

  I know my begging gives Aaron the fuel and confidence he needs to surge on with what has to be the most amazing fuck session of my life. I don’t normally beg with men I fuck because I like knowing I drive them crazy. But I don’t think I’ve ever been plowed this hard or wonderfully before.

  Aaron is a true artist with his magic stick of fun, using it to bring me intense amounts of pleasure.

  Fuck yeah!” I cry with enthusiasm, which of course swells Aaron’s head—the one above his shoulders and the one down there, if you know what I mean—and makes him pump with even more fantastic, aggressive assertiveness.

  I mean, what guy wouldn’t want to fuck a girl in a private room in a club while she wails with pleasure at his rock-hard, thick, ten-inch cock?

  Come on, it’s basically every guy’s fantasy and I’m happy to oblige because it means I get to have an orgasm or two (or several in this case) myself.

  He moves like a fucking expert. He doesn’t rely on his size alone—although that is honestly a big pleasure factor, I have to admit. I feel him claiming my body like it’s his do as he wants with. He’s thick, amazing, and I’m afraid I might become addicted if he continues to give me this massive amount of loving on a regular basis.

  Wait…am I really thinking about doing this more than once with him? Am I already so absorbed with Aaron that I’m unconsciously desiring more from him before we are even finished?

  This is a scary thought, but I don’t have time to overanalyze and obsess over the pros and cons because he’s nailing me hard, fucking me up against the wall. I feel myself surrender to the waves of pleasure and I lose all train of thought.

  He takes his hands and wraps them around my chest, squeezing my tits and playing with my nipples. The way he pokes them and teases them makes me go mad with lust.

  His body presses against me, and I can feel his balls hitting my ass cheeks, slapping them as he goes to town on me.

  This is out of character for me to pick up a guy I barely know and have him fuck the brains out of me in the same club we first met. Granted, I haven’t been in clubs much lately, and I don’t normally find a guy attractive enough to let him fuck me.

  “Give it to me hard,” I egg him on and love every fucking minute of it. “Harder, faster, come on, baby.”

  I hear him grunt as he pulls my ass cheeks apart and gives me a little slap. It stings with the wonderful kind of hurt.

  Yes, I’m the type of girl who doesn’t mind a good ole’ fashioned ass slapping every now and then. A little smack never hurt anybody. But it might make them come.

  “Fuck yeah,” I cry with delight on the receiving end.

  “You like getting smacked, don’t you, dirty little girl?” His voice is blissful as he pants through his own pleasure and ecstasy.

  “Yes,” I whine with passion and lean my head back.

  Aaron whips me around in the next second and pulls me up by my hips. The change in position allows him to go deeper on me. He grabs me around the waist and hoists me on top of him but I’m still leaning against the wall.

  I do my part and straddle him, opening my legs as wide as I can to allow him inside of me with the best possible access. He appreciates that and holds me up by my ass cheeks and grunts as his expression supercharges to one destination we have in common.

  The beloved orgasm.

  My back hits the wall as he slams into me, his eyes glazing over with lust. He might even drooling a little bit.

  Damn, he’s really getting into this fuck session, but so am I for that matter.

  “This is so amazing,” I tell him, and I know it boosts his ego.

  He should already have pride anyway because he has a fucking anaconda in his pants. I mean seriously, he could hurt somebody with that thing.

  Or, on the other hand, he could provide amazing amounts of pleasure and fun along with massive amounts of orgasms. Pretty much like he’s doing to me now.

  Seriously though, how is he so good at working on my g-spot? Meanwhile, my pussy lips are so sensitive that I feel like I could come right now just based on the sensation of having him ram his hard cock in and out.

  His girth is profound, and I gasp each time he pushes inside of me, going deeper and deeper each time. I feel him exploring me, and as I spread my legs wider for him, I’m allowing him access to my entire body and my sweet pussy nectar.

  After a few seconds, he picks me up and moves me back over to the couch whe
re he lays me down and spreads my legs. He pushes them open and marvels at my splendid, glistening pussy lips.

  “That pussy is perfection,” he croons as he pushes himself back inside of me.

  I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his backside. Then I take my hands and press them into his ass cheeks, digging my nails into his ass as I claw at him with passion and pleasure.

  He’s grinding on me hard and I’m moving my hips along to help him out.

  The room smells of sex and sweat, and we’re both glistening with the glow of ecstasy.

  Just when I thought he’d given me the biggest all-time high I’ve ever had, he changes positions again and I love every fucking second of it.

  I’m the type of girl who wants to experience every fucking kind of position there is. The Kama Sutra is practically my go-to live-by book of choice and I don’t know how I’d get through life without it.

  Keeping sex interesting is super important to me, and as I intertwine with him, wrapping my legs around his waist and contorting in various bends, I know I won’t be satisfied with just one good pounding. Based on how he’s shifting us, I know he also has the ability to keep a sex life interesting.

  Here I go again, daydreaming about getting to experience this passion with Aaron over and over again. That might not be good, but I don’t want this feeling to ever end.

  It’s like I’m turning to jelly and melting into a puddle all at once. I can’t feel my fingertips or toes, and that’s a wonderful thing. Trust me.

  As if reading my mind, he cries out with his own pleasure.

  “Fuck, this is the best sex I’ve ever fucking had, Chloe.”

  I believe this to be true too, however I have a hard time admitting it, even to myself. If I do, I might not let his cock leave my pussy, like ever.

  “It’s so good,” I cry out in agreement and secretly wonder whether anyone can hear us in here.

  Part of the rush of sex with a man in a public place is the excitement and thrill, wondering whether we are going to get caught in here. It gets my adrenaline pumping, pushing for it to be fast and hard so I can get the most pleasure before somebody walks in on us.

  Aaron rubs my clit while he pounds me from the inside out, driving me wild.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come again!” I shout in abandon as the ecstasy consumes me.

  My clit is so sensitive and engorged that it doesn’t take much for me to collapse into the earth-shattering perfection of climax. I’m in a trance, a blissed-out zone, as my body shakes with pleasure.

  Aaron holds onto me, helping my trembling body as I rock back and forth with my orgasm. He grins wildly at me, obviously proud for being able to inflict so many orgasms on a woman in one night.

  He’s going to go home and have a dear diary moment, I laugh to myself. He’s adorable and the sexual chemistry and attraction between us is substantial. He’s probably been with a lot of women, but I’m sure he doesn’t always feel this good; I can tell by the way he’s smiling.

  After I come again, I’m so wet that I’m literally pouring my soaking pussy juices all over the couch that we are sitting on. The leather sticks to my ass but the wetness helps the friction remarkably.

  I know that Aaron is close to orgasm himself, I can see it gleaming in his eyes, the spark and fire ignited by amazing sex. I relish the moment as I wait for the glorious moment when he comes.

  “Fuck yeah,” he groans.

  Then, just as I predict, he exclaims and announces that he’s close to blowing his load.

  Right before he comes, he spins me around. I cry out with wonder as he pushes my head and shoulders down.

  “Drop to your knees, now,” he orders, and I do as he commands, ready to obey his every wish.

  He pulls out of me with a suctioning and a little ‘pop’ sound. His hard cock is throbbing in front of my face, wet and shimmering with my own pussy juices and cum.

  “Fuck, I’m coming,” he groans and takes the tip of his cock and shakes it in front of me.

  His hot load squirts out all over me, splashing my face with warm wetness.

  “Do you like getting facials, baby?” He grins and chuckles through his orgasm, shaking his cock to get every last drop out—all over me.

  To show him how much I appreciate my new little facial, I lick up every last drop as it flies onto my face, reveling in the perfect taste of his hot load.

  “Baby, I could do this all night. I’ll never get tired of tasting your cum.” I give him a seductive stare, but I don’t actually have to put any effort into because that was so fucking hot and I’m horny as fuck.

  His body shakes, and he trembles as he collapses on the couch beside me.

  “We make a great team,” he pants.

  “High five,” I say, and we slap hands, barely able to move a single muscle in our bodies. I could use a workout like this on a daily basis.

  Now I just need to figure out where Aaron wants to go with this next.

  Chapter 10

  Chloe

  Before I get into the steamy hot water, I dip my toes in just a little. If the water is too hot, I’ll need to add a little cold water.

  With the temperature tested, I glide into the bath. I don’t use our four-claw old-fashioned bath very often, but when I do, I feel like a real princess.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath in before releasing it slowly. All my muscles start to relax, and I can feel myself unwind from the stresses of the day. As usual, I’ve not stopped all day.

  The bath at the end of the day is a real treat for me—one I should have more often.

  Oh, how I love the smell of rose-scented bath foam. I’ve tipped in a little too much, a moment of inattention to blame for my mistake. My hands can build mountains out of the amount of foam floating around me, and none of my naked skin is visible with all the white covering me.

  And it does smell absolutely fucking delicious.

  The hot water on my skin feels so fucking perfect, I groan. I feel a tingle all over.

  Of course, I can’t help but return to the other night. The night when I said goodbye to my principles and fucked a man I had only just met.

  I giggle at the memory.

  Even now I can still feel Aaron’s cock on my skin, in my body. Fucking him was fucking fantastic.

  It was a little like a dream. I mean, who goes out thinking they’re going to meet some fucking hot guy who buys you a drink and then goes on to have one of the best fucks of your life with him? Well, I certainly am not someone who thought this would happen to her.

  Sure, those people using the dating site, they might expect this to happen to them, but not ordinary good girl Chloe. Chloe does not do such bad girl things. Though I’m starting to wonder if playing Mr. BadBoy has unleashed my inner bad girl.

  My thoughts stay with Aaron and his amazing cock. He was so big. My pussy exploded with pleasure when his pulsing shaft entered me.

  Little fireworks exploded in my head, and my body felt as if molten lava were spreading through it.

  Another groan escapes my lips as I replay some of the other highlights. My fingers play with my breasts and roam over my own body to my pussy.

  “Fuck,” I sigh. “Stop reliving what happened.”

  I open my eyes again and pick up some of the bath foam. I dab some on my nipples, chin, and cheeks. To distract myself, I play like a little kid with the foam until there’s only half of it left.

  My body’s luxuriating in warm water, and life’s pretty good.

  A buzz from the stool I’ve got set up right next to my bath has me turn my head. Before I pick up the phone, I dry my hands on the white towel I’ve left out just for this purpose.

  Carefully, I reach for the phone and enter my password.

  I never used to lock my phone. And then Cassie told me of a story on the news and I decided I needed to up my security.

  According to the story, some local politician had left his phone lying unattended on a table in a restaurant while he
used the restroom. Upon his return, he found some journalist snooping around and looking at his phone. Since the device hadn’t been password protected, this journo got all kinds of information.

  I don’t have much sympathy with politicians, but since that story, I’ve gone to the trouble of locking my phone.

  A little shiver runs down my spine as I think of the same happening to me. Some secrets I would not want to come out. What would Cassie think if she knew I was masquerading as Mr. BadBoy?

  With my password accepted, I go to Thebadboys.net. Here I spend a bit of time flicking through the pages of new women who are interested in Mr. BadBoy.

  When this is your job, you can’t spend too much time checking and double-checking.

  Everything looks good. Message numbers are steadily increasing. My boss is going to be more than happy with the women I’ve cat-fished.

  I can’t help but grin from ear to ear.

  With the touch of my finger, I flick to my own profile page. This is my feature section where I really lay it on thick. It seems to be growing in popularity with members of the site.

  The comments are encouraging.

  I scroll through them.

  “BadBoy, you fucking rock.”

  “You’re a legend, BadBoy. When do I get a turn?”

  “I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of you, BadBoy. Just the underside you.”

  “When can we meet up, BadBoy? I’m yours.”

  I smile. I ignore the requests BadBoy has to meet chicks. BadBoy’s too busy to play around and meet every woman who throws herself at him. My boss wants me to be super selective. And if I can score Ms. Winters? Fuck yeah, payday!

  I’m turning ideas over in my mind. There’s plenty of stuff I could do to win her over. But she’s also a bit of a challenge. I gotta go balls to the wall with this one.

  Having set the standard pretty high, I need to live up to BadBoy’s reputation, too.

  Ms. Winters seems like the perfect woman for my boss. She’s smart, sassy, sexy, and apparently every man’s dream. She’s so sought after everyone on Thebadboys.net wants her.