Assassin's Baby (A Bad Boy Romance)
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It was so hard inside of her that it felt like she was being fucked by a steel rod, and she reached up to grip his muscular back as she pulled him closer and licked his gorgeous lips. He was dripping sweat and so was she, and she felt her body tighten up as her bad boy husband brought her to another incredible orgasm.
“Oh, fuck!” She screamed.
The two raunchy lovebirds weren’t even trying to hide their loudness at that point; by then Alexandra was certain the rest of the men had already left the cabin to give them some much needed privacy. Her sweet juices dripped slowly out of her plugged up pussy as Miles’s dick suddenly froze inside of her while his muscles clenched up as he let out a deep, raspy groan.
His warm flow of cum blew hard inside of her and she smiled with pleasure as she felt him mark her with his manhood. He pulled out shakily and she watched his cock tremble slightly as a few extra drips fell onto her crotch, before he pulled himself away and crawled off the bed.
“You alright after that?” He smiled.
“Yeah. Let’s take a shower, I feel so dirty now.”
“Me too, we’re filthy… God, that was so much fun.” He bent down and kissed her on the cheek as she took his head in her hand and rubbed his upper neck. He was so sweaty, and his muscles were so tight from the workout that their sex ended up being.
It was incredible, and she could still feel his cum deep in her body. He helped her get off the bed with his strong arms and carried her over his shoulder out the bedroom door and into the shower. The house was empty, luckily, because they were both butt naked still.
Miles set her down onto her feet once they got to the bathroom, and she climbed into the shower. Her pussy was so sore. She smiled when she thought about how intense and dirty the pair of them were.
“Make it hot, sweetie. Let’s get all this sweat off of us. It’s going to feel good to shower with you,” he said as he laughed softly.
Alexandra turned the knob, and as the hot spray beat down on their bodies she wrapped her arms around him and savored the moment. He was so special, so tender hearted, and so protective. She knew then that she had hit the jackpot when it came to getting the right husband. Tall, muscular, and handsome as could be. Her man was the best, and she knew he always would be. He turned her around and began rubbing her back down with a bar of soap and his gentle fingers, as he lathered her up while kissing her neck.
“Thank you for everything… Thank you for being in my life,” Miles whispered in her ear.
“Thank you for finding me,” she giggled, “And rescuing me from all the bad shit that’s gone on.”
“It was meant to be,” he muttered softly, “You and me, I guess.”
His hand moved down to her legs which he began to lather up as well, as the hot water streamed the soapy suds off her back. She watched him work with his hands to clean her up and it was just so sweet. She’d never had a man do something so small and yet so meaningful. He wasn’t just doing it for her though; he was doing it for him… Because he knew he needed to be sweeter. Because he’d always be a bad boy, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be gentle and kindhearted to the one he loved. Because he loved touching her, feeling her, seeing her. He loved her body, and her heart - and he made her learn to appreciate it herself.
“I never thought I’d be the marriage type, you know?” Miles said.
“I never thought I’d be the marriage type either. But here we are, right?”
“Here we are.”
She looked down at the bad boy and he returned the glance. He was rubbing on her thighs as the shower head beat water down his inked up shoulders. He winked at her, and she winked back. They were safe here, or at least, as safe as it would get for a professional assassin and his bride. When life returned to normal, perhaps they’d return to Los Angeles.
Or perhaps not.
Life might always be a rollercoaster with this hunk, but it’s going to be worth every damn second of the unknowing.
She stared at him with wonder in her eyes. He held her foot softly in his big, strong hand.
She was going to lose herself in his gorgeous eyes.
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EPILOGUE
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It had been a good trip after the violence had died down. There was no more action, which, for Miles, was slightly disappointing. He was a man who thrived on action and suspense, but he knew deep down that the lack of action meant safety. No one else came for them, although they stayed hidden for the weeks and months after. No one arrived. No cops, no assassins, no one working for Gulliver.
It seemed that once Gulliver died, his other men went their separate ways, moving on and away from the man they’d once worked for. And in return, Miles and Alexandra could return to the beginnings of their “normal” life in Los Angeles.
“How’s it feel, honey?” Miles asked his wife on a sunny, warm morning. They had only arrived a few days prior, having spent the previous eight months in the hills of Oregon. They’d damn near stayed a couple times too; it had been so nice and peaceful there.
But Miles thrived in the big city, and felt at home. There was little need for a man of his caliber with his skill set, and yet Miles knew he would no longer operate as a hitman. Other jobs, sure. He didn’t mind getting his hands dirty, and he even considered becoming a private investigator. But now that he had a family, being an assassin was too risky, as well as morally questionable.
He looked down at his wife as she cradled their child in her arms. She looked up at him and the sunlight beamed on her face, “It feels incredible,” she said.
“Tell me about it,” Miles smiled.
“Did you ever think it would get to this? Be this peaceful?”
“I had my doubts. But I knew I’d do whatever I could to make sure it did. I wanted us to have a good life, and now I’m leaving all of my past behind me.”
“I’m glad I got to know you when you were bad.”
“Oh, I’m still bad, baby. I’m just keeping it sheltered, for the sake of my family. For you, and for our loving child.”
Miles kissed her on the forehead and stroked her hair. He looked down at his son and beamed at him, feeling a wave of disbelief that he’d produced something so pure, so innocent. He would raise this child right, with the help of his incredible wife.
The End
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