Sofa King Wrong

by Faye, Madison

  She moans wildly, rocking her hips like she wants more. And I’m happy to oblige. My fat cock pushes in, and when she cries out in pleasure, I just keep going.

  “You— you’re so fucking big,” she whimpers.

  And she’s so fucking tight — so impossibly tight. Her velvety walls stretch tight round me, sucking me in, rippling up and down my length. My precum flows out of me almost constantly, making a fucking mess of her as I slowly drive my thick cock into her. My hands tighten on her ankles, my hips rolling as I push inch after inch into her greedy, slick cunt, until I realize I’m groaning out loud at the pure pleasure and heaven of her pussy.

  She’s nodding, panting, urging me on as I just keep going, until every single one of my ten thick inches is buried balls-deep in that tasty little pussy. I growl, letting her get used to the feel of me, grinding into her before I slowly pull out.

  “No, don’t—”

  I grin and she blushes like she’s just realized she said it out loud.

  “Oh don’t worry, princess,” I groan. “I’m just getting started with you. And my cock ain’t never leaving this sweet little cunt.”

  I push in, grunting as I drive my cock all the way in with one stroke, and Alyssa screams in pleasure.

  “Oh fuck, yes!”

  I groan, grinding into her before I do it again — sliding out and leaving my swollen head inside her pink slippery pussy before I push right back in. And it’s pure. Fucking. Heaven.

  I start to move faster, groaning as I start to fuck her hard, and damn does she stay just as tight. It’s like fucking a glove tailor-made for my cock — like her little pussy was made to take me, to fit every inch of me. She’s so tight it’s almost like I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head and my cum being sucked right out of my balls. I plunge into her, growling, snarling, my muscles rippling as I hunch over her. Her legs spread wide around me, wrapping around my waist as I start to fuck her harder, and faster. I fuck into her again and again, rutting into her sweet little pussy like a possessed animal. Like a beast laying his claim on his prize.

  And that's exactly what I am — a beast, and she brings it right out of me. And she’s mine to claim.

  We move faster, harder, until it’s fucking savage. It’s primal, our bodies slamming together, grinding against each other. Her mouth finds mine, her tongue seeking mine this time as she moans into my lips. Her fingers rake down my arms and my back, her little tits with those naughty piercings dragging over my hard chest as I bury my cock in her tight little cunt.

  We’re moving faster and faster, and I think we’re about to head to the land of no return, when suddenly, Alyssa stops me with a hand on my chest.

  I frown, concerned. “What’s wrong, princess?”

  She stops, biting her lip, her eyes locking with mine.

  “Nothing,” she whispers, leaning up to kiss me slowly, letting those pouty lips melt against mine. Slowly, she pulls away, slipping off of me, looking down with this face of awe as my huge cock slowly slips free of her tight pussy.

  “What’s—”

  “This.”

  She looks at me hungrily, and slowly, she turns over. She gets on her knees, and I growl savagely as my cock fucking throbs.

  Alyssa whips her hair back, looking at me could over one shoulder as she puts her cheek to the bed and raises that tight little ass up in the air.

  “I don’t want you to hold back.”

  My brain pops. I grunt, not even pretending to be a civil member of society anymore. I’m not a man anymore. Not with her, and not with that sweet little ass in the air with that tasty, sweet little pussy nestled between her thighs tempting me like a red flag tossed at a bull.

  With her, right now, I’m not man. I’m a beast.

  Those words, with this girl bent over for me unchains the last of me, and I snap. I snarl as I move behind her, loving the way she shivers like she’s both scared and can’t fucking wait.

  And I’m about to show her what “not holding back” feels like.

  I line my cock up, hissing in pleasure as I push the swollen head between her lips and hold it there. I grab her hips, my fingers tight on that little apple ass before I tense.

  “Fuck me,” she whispers into her bedsheets.

  And I do.

  Alyssa screams as I drive in, burying every fucking inch into her as I grunt in pleasure. She’s panting and screaming, clawing at the sheets as I wrap my hands around that waist and just start to fuck her. I fuck her like an animal. Like a beast.

  Like a man hell bent on claiming her. Because after me, she’ll never be the same. She’ll never want another cock. Because she’s mine now, forever.

  I roar, fucking her wildly, mercilessly, feeling her slick juices just coating my cock and my thighs and dripping from my balls as I pound into her.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!” she squeals, and when I feel her body tense and ripple, and I feel that impossibly tight little pussy clench down like a velvety vise around my cock as she comes, I know I’m a goner.

  She comes, screaming, her body wracking with pleasure as she shudders. And fuck me, that’s my last straw. I roar as I drive into her, and I just fucking hold it there as I come.

  Hard.

  I see stars, grinding so deep into her as the cum blasts into her over and over and over again. I gasp, and she cries out in pleasure as my hot seed ropes into her, filling her up to the brim as we both gasp for air and slump down onto the bed. I’m still on top of her, and I don’t want to crush her with the weight of me, so I slowly pull out. I stroke my slick, sticky cock and grunt as more cum splashes down on her ass. I watch, smug and satisfied like a caveman who’s just branded his woman as I watch my white creamy cum spill out of her freshly fucked pussy.

  I made a damn mess of her.

  Good.

  “Come on, baby girl,” I purr. I’m tender now, my fierceness gone. The beast’s thirst quenched. For now.

  I gingerly lift her up. She’s going to be sore. Fuck, so am I. But I’m guessing from the look of bliss on her face that we both think it’s worth it.

  “And just where are you taking me?” she mumbles, grinning at me as she kisses my lips when I pick her up into my arms.

  “To clean us both off.”

  She bites her lip. “That part of the job too?”

  I grin. “Definitely.”

  “You going to protect me in the shower?”

  “I’m, going to protect you everywhere, angel,” I growl, kissing her. “Everywhere, for always.”

  8

  Diesel

  “You’re seriously not going to?”

  I raise a sharp eyebrow at her over the steaming rim of my mug.

  “No, I’m not.”

  Alyssa rolls her eyes. “You’re acting like I’ve never had a drink before. I mean, you’ve seen the tabloids.”

  “Considering that a year ago, what we just did would have been prosecutable in just about every state? No, princess. I’m not putting booze in your hot chocolate.”

  She sticks her tongue out at me, and damn does it make me want to cup her jaw and bruise those bratty lips with mine. Actually, that’s exactly what I do.

  She moans as our lips crush together, and I can feel the electric charge that comes with kissing her coursing through my body. She tastes like chocolate and temptation. She smells like sunshine and sex. I pull away, growling to myself as I take her in. We’re standing in the huge, modern kitchen of her house, the only light coming from the light above the eight-burner stove. And I’ve just made us hot chocolate.

  Hot chocolate without the brandy she asked me to pour into it. I wasn’t kidding. We might be…well, whatever the hell we are after what we just did. And I might be most certainly breaking the rules of this job and probably jeopardizing my friend’s business reputation, not to mention my own. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to be giving booze to an eighteen year-old. No matter how tempting she is. No matter how fucking beautiful she looks with her hair all wild and
loose, her face flushed from me making her come.

  No matter how much the sight of her in just a tight t-shirt and panties makes my cock want to plunge inside that sweet candy pussy all over again, right here on the floor.

  Hot chocolate felt…comforting, I guess. It felt protective, like I needed to do that after claiming her like I did. Dominating her, unleashing the full lust and might of the beast inside of me as I fucked her like a man possessed. The thing is, Alyssa got exactly what I was doing when I offered to make her a mug.

  “Hot chocolate?”

  I’d just shrugged, but she’d bitten her lip, grinning at me.

  “You going to make me some hot chocolate now, daddy?”

  …Actually, that got her fucked against her bedroom door before we did finally end up coming down here for a couple of steaming mugs.

  I sip my own cup, my eyes burning into her, my head swimming like the steam rising from the chocolate. There’s a part of me that knows this is insane, and that I’m risking a ton for a girl I’ve literally just met. But then, I know what I know. And I know what I feel. I know that there hasn’t been a woman in years who’s turned my head like her. And again, though yes, she’s gorgeous, and young, and sexy as fuck, it ain’t just that. There’ve been other beautiful women crossing through my life — more than a few since prison who’ve made it clear what’s available to me.

  And yet, I never took any of them up on it. Never wanted to. Never could.

  But somehow, Alyssa’s different. That spark and that fire in her sets me blazing, and there ain’t nothing that’s going to put it out. And really, when I think about it now, there are reasons the two of us just sort of connect like we do — despite it being wrong, or my being twice her age. While I was making the hot chocolate, Alyssa told me about growing up in Georgia. About her deadbeat dad who walked out on them, and about her money-hungry mother willing to pimp her out to Hollywood for a cut.

  It makes my jaw clench to hear it. But again, that’s why we connect. We’ve both got damage in our past. For me, it’s the abusive father whose only gift to me was teaching me how to defend myself and fight back, and trust me, he wasn’t trying to teach me that. Then there’s my mom, who chose drugs over her own ten-year-old son. And later in life, René and Toby.

  …Like I said, we’ve both got demons and damages from our past. I think that’s what makes us click so fast, and what draws us crashing into each other.

  “You really know how to make a first-day impression, don’t you?”

  I chuckle as she giggles in my arms.

  “I mean, is this how you got your job with the moving company?”

  “Cute,” I growl. “And no. My friend Kane started it up, and gave me a shot when I got out.”

  “Of jail,” she says quietly. I can still see the fear there. Not that she’s scared of me, exactly. But, yeah, I get it. I’m a huge tattooed guy sitting alone with her who’s done time, and she doesn’t even know what for yet. Hell, she hasn’t even asked, and honestly, that means a lot. It says a lot about her, too.

  I could dodge the subject again, right here. But, no. Not with her. With Alyssa, I want it all in the open. And so, I tell her.

  I tell her everything.

  René, Toby, David — all of it. I tell her about the stacked trial, the judge who was in David’s pocket the whole fucking time, and about how the only silver lining to the whole thing was hearing a few months into my sentence that René and Toby were out of David’s clutches and living their own life somewhere else. And by the time I’m done, she’s kissing me softly, a tear trickling down her face as she holds me tight.

  “God, I’m so sorry,” she whispers, her voice shaky.

  “Don’t be,” I growl, my arms circling her as I pull her into me. “Because whatever hell I had to go through…” I shrug. “It brought me here. It brought me right here to you, today. And fuck, angel, I’d do it all over again if I had to if I knew you’re waiting on the other end.”

  She moans, kissing me fiercely as she practically climbs my body into my arms.

  “No one’s ever said something like that to me.”

  I grin. “Fuck, I hope not. I’d have to question how many ex-cons you’d dated.”

  She giggles, kissing me as she laughs before the kisses turn deeper, and slower. I growl as she squirms against me, her pierced nipples dragging over my bare chest through her thin t-shirt. Her hot little cunt grinds against my cock through my boxers, making me harden instantly.

  Suddenly, a buzzer goes off, jolting me away from her. I whirl towards the security system controls on the wall, my eyes narrowing at the indicator for the front gate.

  “You expecting someone?”

  Alyssa shakes her head. “No?”

  I set her down, instincts kicking in as I move to the controls and turn on the screen. My jaw tightens.

  Some little shit is standing right outside the gates to her driveway, punching the call button repeatedly. He’s yelling too, but the volume is off. The kid kicks at the gate, screaming and shaking them before suddenly, he just starts to climb.

  Yeah, fuck that.

  “Stay here—”

  “Oh my God, it’s Chad.”

  I frown. “Friend of yours?”

  Alyssa’s face darkens as her nose wrinkles and her brow scowls. “My ex-boyfriend.”

  Something fierce burns through me as I watch her eyes flick to mine.

  “You really don’t read the tabloids, do you?”

  “No. Should I?”

  “Probably not. Chad Love, he’s this singer guy that’s kind of famous? We dated briefly.” She makes a face. “Not my proudest moment.”

  The name makes me pause before suddenly, I remember some piece of an interview I caught on a bar TV or something.

  “Wait, the little teenybopper kid?”

  “Yeah, that’s him. Fake smile? Punchable face?”

  I chuckle. “I think I’ve seen him. Real goody-two-shoes church kid, right?”

  Her scowl deepens as she shakes her head, and suddenly, I’m on edge.

  “What is it, princess?”

  “Not such a nice guy, actually,” she mutters. “Not when the cameras aren’t around.”

  She doesn’t have to say it. I already know from the way she shivers.

  …This piece of shit hurt her. Not hurt her like “broke her heart” or some shit, I mean hurt her. And suddenly, the fire roars inside of me as I turn and storm out the back door.

  He hurt her, and I’m going to very much hurt him.

  By the time I get to the gate at the end of the driveway, the little shit is trying to scramble to his feet on her property side of it. He blinks, gasping sharply as he stands to see me storming shirtless and furious towards him. He backs up, holding his hands out as he backs into the fence.

  “Whoa, hey…hey, man! Hang on!”

  But I don’t need to talk to this pussy little pretty boy. I don’t need his bullshit. I just need him gone before whatever cool I have left vanishes and I beat him into Alyssa’s driveway pavement.

  I roar as I slam into him, shoving him into the iron gates behind him as he squeals like a little girl.

  “Who the fuck are you?!”

  “Her bodyguard,” I growl.

  “Well fuck y—”

  He screams as my fist doubles him over.

  “You—you can’t just hit me, man!” he squeaks, his voice breaking.

  “Watch me,” I hiss into his ear. I punch the button to open the gate, and it’s still squeaking open when I physically pick him up and throw his ass back outside.

  It’s the camera flash that has me whirling towards the two guys with cameras staring wide-eyed at me from the sidewalk just outside the gate.

  Fuck.

  They’ve got paparazzi written all over them, and here I am throwing a pop icon out on his ass in my boxers saying I’m Alyssa’s bodyguard.

  …Yeah, that should play well.

  “Her bodyguard, huh?” Chad spits from the gr
ound, eying me venomously. “What are you, a bodyguard that doesn’t wear fucking clothes?” His eyes narrow as this thin smile spreads over his face.

  “Bodyguard, huh? Oh, I bet you’re guarding that body, that little—”

  He screams as I storm over to him, snarling as I jab a finger down at him on the ground.

  “You need to consider your next words very fucking carefully.”

  He nods, and I start to turn back for the gates, when the little fucker opens his mouth again.

  “Be a real shame if that guy sending letters made good on his threats, huh? Bet that wouldn’t look good on you now would—”

  This time, his screams are real as I whirl, yank him up, and punch him in the gut again.

  “Is it you?” I snarl quietly in his ear. The paparazzi guys are snapping nothing short of a million photos, but I don’t care. Something about the way this kid said that has me on edge. It has me connecting pieces, even if they might not be there.

  “Is. It. You?” I hiss into his face, watching the color drain from his cheeks. He whimpers, and when I look down, I realize the kid is fucking pissing himself.

  “No, man!” he cries. “I—I just… Fuck, I’ve been drinking, and I… look it’s not me, okay!?”

  It’s not. I can tell from the pathetic look from his eyes. I drop him and shove him away.

  “I see you around here again, and you’re not walking away. We understand each other?”

  He nods vigorously, turning and dashing across the street to a parked sports car and roaring away. Those fucking cameras flash again, and this time, the questions come too.

  “Are you sleeping with Alyssa Campo!?”

  “Are you a professional bodyguard?!”

  “How long have you and Chad Love been fighting over the same girl?!”

  I whirl, storming towards them when suddenly, two motorcycles roar up next to us, and two familiar faces jump off to stand between me and punching out the paparazzi.

  Kane, one of my best friends and the owner of Sofa King, and his younger brother, Levi.