Sofa King Wrong

by Faye, Madison

  I think of her breath, catching as I moved against her. I think of the way her body radiated heat against mine, warming me without even touching me. I think of those hard little nipples and the piercings poking at the front of that skimpy little white bikini — the tight, wet bottoms pulled right over her hot little cunt, begging to be pulled to the side or ripped right off.

  And then, I think of that look on her face when I pulled out the toy.

  I grin.

  And I bet she thinks that little toy is big, too.

  I groan and glance down at my cock. She has no idea. ‘Cause I’m bigger than that little toy, that’s for sure. I picture her tight, tiny little body taking my big fat cock, and I growl, my dick throbbing in my hands. I take a breath, slowly letting my hand drop as I lean against the shower wall.

  Fuck, this week is going to be tough.

  I’m in the guest room quarters, where I’ll be staying for the week during this job I’ve somehow fallen into. I was still debating actually taking it, especially after earlier. But I talked to Kane, who seemed to think it was a great idea. I mean, it is, if Danny pulls through with the connections for the business later. Not to mention, one-hundred grand is a fuckload of cash.

  But, I also think Kane thought it was amusing that I was going to be babysitting some bratty teen starlet. Of course, he has no fucking idea who she is and what I’m dealing with over here. He has no idea how fucking tempting she is, that’s for sure.

  Danny swung by earlier too, and set me up in the guest quarters. Alyssa’s been quiet ever since earlier, sulking or hiding from me in her room.

  Fine. Good. Actually, her staying in her room for the entirety of this week might just make this go a lot better.

  I groan. My cock is still fucking hard. I’m not a big “do it by hand” kind of guy, but the fever is rising. And I’m about to go ahead and wrap my hand back around my thick shaft and stroke my ten inches until I splatter my cum against the shower wall, when suddenly, I hear it.

  …The alarm downstairs beeping.

  I bolt, jumping from the shower and grabbing a towel. I growl, taking the stairs two at a time as a I wrap the towel around my waist. I tumble into the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the chopping block and glancing around. The alarm is off, not tripped. No one’s broken in…

  Motherfucker.

  That little brat. No one’s broken in. Someone's broken out. I see headlights out in the driveway by the garage behind the house, and I hiss under my breath. I drop the knife and go barging out the side door, charging right into the path of her little red sports car. The brakes screech, she screams, and the car skids to a stop.

  “Are you insane?!” she screams out the window at me.

  My jaw clenches, my eyes narrowed at her as I march over to the driver’s side door.

  “Out of the car, now.”

  “I could have hit you!”

  I reach in, and as she sputters and swears at me, I turn the car off and yank the keys out. My hand grabs the door handle on the side and when I pull the door open, she stares at me like I’m insane. And maybe I am.

  “The fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

  “Out!” I roar.

  “No! Let me—hey!”

  She gasps as I undo her seatbelt and snatch her up, right into my arms. I pull her into me, and God help me, my cock fucking jumps at the feel of her tight little body under my big hands. And when she squirms against me, it’s everything I can do to stop myself from growling out loud. Or bending her over the car, shredding her naughty little panties off, and stuffing every inch of my cock deep into her tight little pussy from behind.

  I yank her away from the car, groaning to myself. Fuck, she looks good. She’s in this flirty little black skirt that barely covers her ass, this little strappy top and heeled sandals.

  “Were you seriously about to go out?”

  “Yes,” she hisses. “That’s what I do, you know. I’m famous. I go out.”

  “Yeah, not right now you don’t,” I mutter back.

  “Oh, fuck yo—”

  “Not when there’s a danger to your life.”

  She starts to back away from me, like she’s going to get back into the car, and I growl, my eyes narrowing. Yeah, no. I’m not going to play the brat game right here in the fucking driveway.

  My hand darts out to grab her.

  “Get over he—”

  I swear, she moves faster than I’d have ever given her credit for, and I never see her hand until it’s too late. Her palm smacks across my face, loudly, stunning us both.

  I freeze, my muscles clenched as my eyes burn into her. And slowly, I see her face go white as she realizes what she just did.

  “Oh, fuck, I’m—”

  I growl as I snatch her up, throwing her over my shoulder just like I did before. Because she wants to act the spoiled little brat? Fine, I’ll play that game too.

  Little. Fucking. Brat.

  I turn and storm into the house, and she squirms against me like she did earlier, that body writhing against my bare skin. Fuck. My cock stirs. No, not stirs. Throbs. Swells. Pulses. I can feel it thickening, straining at the towel barely wrapped around my waist. My hand grips her tight little ass I stomp back into the house.

  “You prick!” She kicks at me.

  “Brat,” I bark back.

  She squirms again, hitting me, and we tumble into the living room. I grunt, throwing her down across the huge L-shaped couch as she shrieks, her hair tumbling across her face, her legs going wide.

  Fuck.

  She’s wearing this little pink lacy thong. And goddamn does my cock react, which would be bad in jeans, but in a towel?

  Yeah.

  She goes to kick out at me again, when suddenly, her eyes drop to the thick tent in my towel, and her face goes red. Those eyes widen, her mouth opening in this adorable “O” shape as her gaze drops to my thick erection.

  “Oh.” That’s all she says. Oh — this quiet, breathless sound.

  “Let’s get one thing straight,” I growl, eying her. “For this week, you’re mine. You’re under my protection and that means my rules,” I snap.

  “You’re not my dad.”

  I’d almost be hurt if she didn’t sass me back at this point.

  “No,” I growl, smiling thinly at her. “Because if I was, I would’ve spanked your bratty ass years ago.”

  She blushes wildly, eyes darting over my face.

  “That what you want, huh?” she mutters breathlessly. “You wanna spank me?”

  I growl, my eyes blazing fire.

  Suddenly, Alyssa lunges, but this time, I’m ready for it. I catch her, ignoring her ear-piercing shriek as I pull her into my arms, turn, and yank us both down onto the couch. She squirms and struggles against me, making me groan as I feel her body undulate against mine.

  No more bullshit. This little brat is about to learn what my rules means.

  I yank her over me, bending her right over my knees, and she gasps loudly.

  “Are you fucking serious?!”

  “Yep.”

  The word growls out of my throat thickly, my blood roaring through me as I pin her over my towel-clad lap. My muscles clench and ripple, my skin tingles with raw need, and my cock fucking aches for more.

  “What are you going to do, huh?” she spits back at me indignantly. “Fucking spank me or something?”

  “Yep.”

  My hands tighten on her, and she gasps quietly.

  5

  Alyssa

  Oh God.

  I gasp as his rough hands pull me across his lap, pushing me down, my body draped across his thighs.

  Oh fuck, he’s serious.

  There’s a part of me that wants to rebel, and scream — the part of me that knows this is wrong, and dirty, and so inappropriate, or that I should be incensed or even horrified that he wants to put his hands on me like this. But, then there’s the other part of me — this dark, forbidden part deep inside.

  The same part of
me that watched him from behind dark sunglasses and thought all sorts of dirty, filthy things. He’s not like the men I meet in my life. He’s not a slick agent with a shark-toothed smile and a suit. He’s not a pretty boy actor or musician, or model-type looking to charm me. He’s just a man. Pure, dominant, alpha man.

  Maybe that's why he’s so hot to me.

  Maybe it’s that growing up in tinsel-town surrounded by primped and pampered pretty boys has me aching for something raw and masculine. And Diesel is every fucking inch of that.

  I gasp as his hand slides across the small of my back, holding me down as his other one slides across my ass. I moan, and part of me wonders if deep down, this is why I wanted to try and sneak out tonight. Not the last minute text from one of my phony friends about a party I should come to in Topanga Canyon. I mean, I’m not even sure I’d want to even go to that. So maybe I left knowing he’d know, and chase after me.

  Maybe I broke his rules knowing there’d be consequences. Delicious, hot, filthy consequences.

  I whimper as his hand slides over my ass. His grip is strong, and it sends shivers through me.

  “You wanna be a bad girl?” he growls.

  “Read the papers,” I hiss. “I am the bad girl.”

  “Uh-uh, princess,” he purrs. “You like pretending and playing the bad girl. But if you really want to be one, I’m going to show you what happens to bad girls.”

  My skirt is so scandalously short that it’s basically showing off my ass. I groan, knowing he can see my ass, and my panties — the thong tight between my cheeks. His hand grips the hem, and when he yanks the skirt up to my waist, I moan.

  Fuck, and he hears. He definitely hears, and now he knows I’m not fighting this. He knows I’m enjoying this.

  “Bad girls aren’t supposed to enjoy their punishment,” he growls.

  “I — I’m not,” I gasp quietly.

  I can feel him lean down, and when I feel his lips by my ear, I shiver.

  “Yes, you are.”

  I gasp.

  Suddenly, his hand comes down sharp on my ass, and I yelp at the contact.

  Oh fuck…

  Warmth blooms through me, and I tremble. His hand comes down again, and I whimper this time, loudly. Fuck, I’m so wet. I can feel my pussy leaking into my panties, and I blush furiously, knowing he can probably see it.

  “Dirty girl,” Diesel hisses, spanking me again. “I think this little girl likes getting spanked.”

  “Yes, da—”

  I clam up. Fast — my mouth sealing shut before I can completely humiliate myself.

  Except, he’s heard. He’s heard enough to make me shiver at the pause it brings in him.

  “Say it,” he growls.

  “No,” I whisper, shaking my head.

  “Why not?”

  “It’s — because it’s s so wrong,” I say softly.

  “Then why are you so fucking wet?”

  Diesel’s words growl into my ear, and I tremble. His finger teases down between my thighs, and when he strokes my pussy through my panties, they make a wet sound, and I gasp.

  “You like getting spanked, bad girl,” Diesel groans.

  “Yes… yes daddy.”

  The second I say it, it’s like a fire bomb goes off inside of me. I melt into him, moaning as his fingers stroke my pussy harder. Fuck, it’s so wrong, and so dirty, but calling him that when he’s got me over his knee...holy fuck, I’ve never been more turned on.

  He growls when I say it, like this animalistic sound that rumbles through me. His finger strokes up and down my pussy, teasing me, making wet sounds as he pushes the soaked pink thong against my opening. I shift, and suddenly, I moan loudly.

  He’s hard.

  He’s so fucking hard.

  I can feel his cock, even if part of me can’t believe that’s what I’m feeling. I mean, what I’m feeling is way too big to be his cock.

  …Right?

  But he shifts too, and when I feel that hard thing pulse and jump against my tummy, I whimper heatedly.

  Holy shit, it totally is.

  He’s just wearing a bath towel, and when his cock throbs hard again, I moan.

  “Baby girl’s made a fucking mess of her panties, now hasn’t she?” Diesel growls.

  I moan, nodding heatedly.

  “Naughty girls make their panties all messy and dirty when they get all excited for daddy to spank them.”

  His fingers hook into my panties, his knuckles brushing my lips and making me gasp. He tugs them down, slipping them away from me and down to my knees. His hand slides back up my thigh, and I gasp quietly. My legs part for him, the thong stretching around my thighs as I moan.

  “So fucking eager, aren’t we?” he groans. “You want to get spanked again, don’t you?”

  His hand spanks my ass once again, sending heat and adrenaline coursing through me and making me even wetter.

  God, I’ve never been this wet before. Not ever. Certainly not with freaking Chad, and not at all with myself, even with my new toy.

  Diesel doesn’t hesitate. His hand pushes between my thighs, and when his open palm comes to rest against my pussy, I whimper, moaning for him. He rubs me gently, letting his big hand grind against my slick, sticky pussy, making my clit rub against his hand.

  “So fucking messy and wet for me,” he hisses. “Did we learn our lesson?”

  I moan, and he suddenly spanks me again, and I yelp in pleasure, panting.

  “Yes — yes, daddy.”

  I basically whimper the words out, and when I do, I swear I feel that huge cock of his pulse against me. His hand slides up, and as his fingers tease up my slit, I find myself moving. My hips rock, and he chuckles.

  “So eager, aren’t you? You want me to make this tasty little pussy feel good, don’t you?”

  He teases his finger up and down, and I cry out. He rolls it over my clit, making me moan as my body writhes for him. I can feel how hard he is too, his big, thick cock pulsing again me so hot and thick.

  “How about like this?”

  His finger slides into me, and I moan wildly. Diesel groans, pushing it in and out, another finger rolling my clit as he curls the first one deep inside of my slick pussy. He pushes a second thick finger alongside it and pushes inside, stretching me a little more, making me feel so full from his big fingers. He drives them in and out, and I can feel my slickness dripping all over him.

  “Now that we know what happens when bad girls act out,” he growls. “Let’s make this pretty pussy feel all better.”

  His finger pushes in and out, wet sounds filling the living room alongside my moans of forbidden pleasure. I can feel his thick cock pulse against me, and I tremble in anticipation. His other hand slides around and under me, cupping my jaw and pulling my face towards him as he leans down. I whimper as our lips crush together, his tongue pushing past my pouty lips and tasting mine as his fingers plunge in and out of my aching, dripping wet pussy. His thumb slides up, and when he teases it against my ass, I gasp, my body jolting.

  But diesel just keeps on kissing me, growling into my mouth, his huge fucking cock pulsing again my tummy as he fingers my pussy. My panties are tight around my thighs, and he’s got one finger on my clit, two plunging in and out of my eager pussy, and his thumb tracing circles around my forbidden asshole. I can feel the room getting warming, my pulse thundering faster and faster.

  “You want to come for me baby girl? You want me to make that naughty little cunt come all over my hand? Go ahead, show me how bad girls make a mess when they come. Show me how bad girls scream for more when they get their little pussies played with.”

  He kisses me hard and deep, and when his one finger rolls over my clit and the other two plunge inside, and when his thumb teases across my asshole just enough to send shivers down my spine, I know I’m lost.

  “Come for me, princess,” Diesel’s totally hot, totally alpha, and totally commanding voice purrs out. “Make that pussy come for me.”

  I scream a
s I go crashing over the edge. The orgasm thunders through me, leaving me breathless, shaking me, quaking me, making my body ripple and shudder as I come hard against his hand, writhing on his lap against his huge, rock hard cock.

  And something tells me, we’re just getting started.

  6

  Alyssa

  I scream into his mouth as I come, panting, moaning, my whole freaking world shattering.

  …I’ve never come like that. Not even close. Note even in my fantasies, or dreams. Certainly not with anyone else, and not by myself.

  His tongue swirls with mine, his lips pressed tight to mine as he swallows my cries of pleasure. His fingers slow, still teasing and curling in and out as the aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me.

  “Good girl,” he purrs. “You came so good for me, baby girl.”

  We lock eyes, and for a second, the dirty talk and the fantasy fade. For a second, we’re being real, eye to eye, and I worry that without that, it’s all going to crumble. I worry that suddenly I’m going to realize what I just did with my new bodyguard like a total psychopath or some kind of turbo-slut and regret it.

  But I lock eyes with Diesel and that fire sparks between us, I know that’s not the case at all. I know this is real. I know there’s no regretting anything with him.

  His mouth crushes to mine again, kissing me slow and deep before slowly, he pulls his hand from between my legs. I move up, kissing him, pressing against his chest as his arms go around me. My hand drops to his lap, and I gasp, almost jerking my hand back at the sheer freaking size of that bulge tenting the towel.

  Heat explodes through me, like it’s this sweet temptation — a dirty secret that’s begging for me to discover. I kiss him again, sucking at his bottom lip as he growls into me.

  “Ca—can I see it?” I whisper.

  He groans, kissing me harder, and slowly, I slide away from him onto the couch next to him. I reach for the towel, and I barely tug it before it falls away, and when that huge cock springs free, my jaw drops.