BAD BOY'S KISS: A Dark Bad Boy Mafia Romance Page 4

  I gazed up at him as I leaned forward, ran my tongue around the head, groaning at the feel of him on my tongue. I reached between his legs, hefted his heavy balls in my hand, squeezed. I took him into my mouth, my lips over my teeth, loving the way his spongey hardness seemed to over-fill my mouth. He tasted wonderful, a mixture of his own sex and my own scent still on him from earlier. He groaned, his fingers tugging at my air as his hips began to move already, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth, towards the back of my throat.

  I gagged a little as I took more of him, my eyes watering. I loved the way he was making me feel, pushing his cock into my mouth and commandeering my body, not even knowing who I was fucking. I pulled him from my mouth, ran my lips along the underside of his cock, stroking him as I gently massaged his balls. His moans filled the room as I played with him, his hand pulling at the roots of my hair. He reached down between my legs with his other hand as I sucked him, found the front of my panties. He stroked crudely, his hand roughly moving up and down my slit, sending fireworks off behind my eyes.

  I spread my legs for him, liking where this was heading as I pulled him deeper into my mouth.

  “Give me your hand, slut,” he groaned, pulling my hand from between his thighs. He stuffed it down between my legs where his had been, pushing it in through the top of my panties. He forced my fingers over my dripping pussy. “Show me how much you're enjoying my cock.”

  I groaned at the sound of his voice, at how powerful it was, how he growled his commands at me. I'm a strong woman, but even strong women want a man who can take charge sometimes. I rubbed my clit furiously, groaning around his cock as I circled the hood with the pad of my fingers. I could still feel a little of his cum inside me from earlier, and I couldn't wait to have more of this hunk of a man.

  I lifted his shaft, stroked him as I tongued his smooth sack, sucking first one into my mouth, then another. He threw his head back, grunting as I took his head back into my mouth and began to bob on his shaft. I wanted him well-sated, relaxed, and, more specifically, exhausted. My hands reached up behind him, grabbed his ass and pulled him to me, my mouth working on his cock like it was the last thing I'd ever do. I drooled a little as I took more of him, my mouth really working, my tongue massaging the bottom side and swirling around him as much as I could.

  More than anything I wanted to feel him explode in my mouth. I wanted to see what he tasted like, see how sweet or how salty he would be. I was betting sweet, with how much sugar he used in his coffee, but I wanted to know for sure. I struggled to lock my lips around his shaft and bobbed my head faster.

  “Enough,” he said, pulling his cock from my gasping mouth.

  “But, I wanted-”

  “No,” he said forcefully, pushing me back on the bed.

  When I went onto my back, my hand was dragged out of my panties.

  He reached down, grabbed my panties and pulled them off, leaving them to dangle around one dainty ankle. He lifted my legs up and over his shoulders, producing a squeal from me as he lowered himself on top of me, pushing my knees to my chest.

  “Guess you're on top this time,” I groaned, feeling his tracing up and down my lips. “You're still inside me from before, by the way.”

  “Let's see if we can add some more, then,” he replied, shoving his cock into me.

  This time didn't hurt nearly as much as before since I was already accustomed to him. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned low as he began to fuck me. Each stroke hit my g-spot with my ass off the bed in this position. My knees pushed into my chest, crushing my breasts beneath them.

  He leaned forward, crushing me even more with his menacingly comforting weight, his giant cock filling my insides to bursting. His lips found mine, his tongue shoving its way past my lips and into my mouth. I groaned and sucked on his tongue, biting it lightly, moaning louder as he continued to try and impale me to the bed, his hips driving me into the mattress as my body roared with pleasure. I reached out, grabbed the sheets in my tightly balled fists, screamed into his mouth as my first orgasm ripped through me, sending shudders through my contorted body.

  He pulled back from our kiss, raised his body a little as he propped himself on one hand. With the other he gathered up my hands from the sheets, put my writs together and pinned them above my head with his vice-like grip. “Do you like that? Do you like getting fucked by a complete stranger?”

  “Not quite a complete stranger,” I gasped out between moans as I struggled against the hand holding my wrists, “if I've fucked you twice, are you Handsome?”

  “Guess you're right,” he admitted with a groan, his hips moving faster into me, his lips assaulting mine again.

  His tongue was hot and wet, as forceful as his cock and hands. I groaned out again, my body exploding from the pleasure he was pounding into it. I spasmed against him, arched my back as I felt him release my hands.

  He lifted his body from mine and pulled his cock from inside me, leaving my body suddenly empty and wanting. He reached down and flipped me over onto my stomach and dragged me onto my hands and knees. Before I could properly react, his cock was back inside me, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave purple and black bruises in my flesh, his pelvis slamming into my firm ass, bounding my swaying tits with each powerful thrust.

  I screamed in pleasure, dropping to my elbows as the bed shook, slamming the headboard against the wall. I came again as his balls slapped into my clit, my face burying itself in the rumpled covers. I yelled out as my orgasm, shouting it into the sheets as I pushed my ass back, fucking him as much as he fucked me.

  Handsome kept going, using my body, but giving it more pleasure than I'd ever experienced. Years with other men hadn't prepared me for anything like this, anything like the sensory overload of this thug fucking me. Again I came, my body going into overdrive and collapsing entirely. I felt my thighs give out and slump under the pleasure, my mind completely blank except for the pleasure-chemicals in my brain firing nonstop.

  I didn't drop to the bed, though. He just held me in place and kept fucking me. “Do you like that, slut?” he asked.

  “God yes,” I groaned back.

  Eventually he pulled his slick cock from me, his hand stroking up and down the shaft. He roughly slapped my ass to warn me, and pulled me around to face him.

  I curled my legs up below me, my eyes focused on his slowly stroking hand as it moved up and down his cock. “You said you wanted to taste me,” he panted. “You ready?”

  I nodded, too gone to smile, and took his hands from his cock. I reached around and grabbed his ass again, this time with both hands, and took him into my mouth, stroking him with my lips. Quickly, I could feel his cock growing in my mouth, his hips moving as he drove it into me.

  His whole body went stiff as a board, and he grabbed the back of my head with both hands as he erupted in my mouth, his creamy salty-sweetness hitting my tongue as I choked on him, a little cum and drool slipping from the corner of my lips. A moan escaped my lips from around his cock as an aftershock from a previous orgasm tremored through my body. I swallowed him down greedily, sucking hard as I dragged my teeth lightly on the underside.

  He swore and tightened his fingers in my hair, panting as he pumped into my mouth till he went soft.

  I pulled him from my mouth, letting his slick, soft tool slide past my lips. I grinned wearily up at him. “How was that?” I asked.

  He slumped, his whole body relaxing as he stroked my face. “That was fucking amazing.”

  “When can you go again?” I asked, stroking his flaccid manhood as I rose from the bed.

  “Goddamn you're insatiable,” he growled as he batted my hand from his cock and pulled me to his sweat-slick body. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer, our sexes grinding wetly and wonderfully as he kissed me again.

  He was wrong. I wasn't insatiable. I was actually about as sated as I'd ever been. My pussy was sore, my jaw hurt, and my body desperately needed a rest. But that didn't matter. I needed him to p
ass out so I could make my break.

  “Well,” I whispered with a grin when we broke our kiss, we only have tonight, right?” I pressed my lips to his, attacking him with renewed gusto.

  I slipped my hand back down between us, smiling as we continued to kiss. I could already feel him getting in the mood, and beginning to press his stiffness against my belly.

  “You know, Handsome,” I said. “Since you just finished in my mouth and all, maybe I should finally know your name?”

  “Asa,” he said as he pushed me back down on the bed by my shoulders, his eyes burning with desire. “Name's Asa.”

  I grinned up at him. “Nice name, Asa,” I said just before taking him back into my mouth.

  This was going to be a long night.

  Chapter Six

  Asa

  I awoke naked in the motel room. The sound of the shower still going in the bathroom made me groggily shake my head as I craned my neck to listen. Lauren had just drained me for the third or fourth time, then whispered that she was going to disappear into the shower and rinse off before crawling back into bed with me so we could go again. She'd offered to scrub my back if I wanted to join her, but I was so exhausted I could barely move.

  Apparently, Lauren hadn't figured out I knew who she was. Maybe my slip-up at the restaurant hadn’t registered. She just wanted me, as much as I wanted her. She and I had fucked every which way a man and woman possibly could. It had been amazing, the best night of wild sex I'd ever had. Apparently, Dalton's little girl could get down like a dirty slut when she wanted to.

  I wiped a hand down my face, my head still fuzzy from sleep. Hadn't she just taken a shower last night? Wasn't that what she was doing when I finally drifted off to sleep? I glanced over at the alarm clock on the night stand, checked the time. It was late, right around midnight. I had no idea what time she'd slipped into the shower.

  I got up out of the bed and padded around to the bathroom. My little nap had given me a burst of energy, and even though I was sore down there I thought I could enjoy another little piece of action before I had to drag her kicking and screaming back to daddy.

  “Cora?” I called, remembering to use her fake name. She didn't respond immediately, so I opened the door and pushed inside, a cloud of hot steam rolling out to coat my naked body. “Cora?” I asked the drawn shower curtain.

  No response. I yanked it open. Empty.

  “Son of a motherfucking bitch!” I cursed, then rushed back into the room and started to pull my clothes back on.

  Of course she’d known. I felt like a total idiot. The bitch played me like a fucking guitar, strumming me this way and that like it was nothing. She knew exactly what she was doing and waited for the perfect moment to get away.

  Dressed, I hit the door at a run. Out on the walkway, I stopped, glancing around. “Think, Asa. Think, what would you do in her shoes?”

  First thing, I'd steal a car. My keys were still in my pockets so she hadn't gone that route. What else? She lived around here, so maybe she was able to get a ride somewhere, or was able to borrow a car. The motel manager or the night clerk might know if she'd had any friends or acquaintances. I'd check there first.

  I headed off to the little office I'd checked in at originally. As I got closer I realized there were two state troopers outside interviewing people. One of the troopers was talking to a couple guests, an older couple, the other talking to the desk clerk who'd checked me in earlier. I could see their white and black squad car parked a short distance away. No lights on, or anything, but I could tell they were here on a call.

  “We were just putting our bags up in the room,” the man they were interviewing said with a shrug, “so I left the keys in the ignition.”

  I walked closer, close as I dared without making either of the troopers suspicious that I was eavesdropping.

  “…can't believe it's Cora. Maybe someone that looks like her?” the clerk was saying. “She just seemed too sweet, was never any trouble.”

  “But she does match that description? You're sure?”

  “Not many that would,” the clerk admitted with a sigh of resignation and a shake of his head. “Not many I guess, not around here. Cora sure is a real knockout. Can't imagine there being more than a couple girls that pretty in the entire county.”

  Yeah, I silently agreed. That sounds like Lauren, alright.

  “Yes,” the older man's wife said, “it was a gray 2004 Toyota Camry with a white scratch on the rear bumper.” She went onto say the license plate number, but I was too busy sprinting to my own car to hear the rest.

  The question now was, which was did she go? East? Or West?

  I hopped in my Camaro and fired it up, the engine roaring to life. I pulled out of my parking spot and drove up to the parking lot. East was back towards Galen’s place. I knew that. West? West was towards California, and further away from her father. She'd spent her entire life running away from him, what would make her suddenly change her mind and start running towards him?

  Yeah, she'd definitely head West. Probably stop before she got to the state line, with was only about ninety miles, then hop a bus for the rest of the way. That's what I'd do at least. Getting busted with a stolen car was one thing, getting busted with it while crossing state lines was another entirely.

  I floored it and pulled out onto Highway 65, my rear end fishtailing all over as my tires laid rubber. She wouldn't be speeding, in case she drew more notice that way. If I was lucky, I'd still be able to catch her before she hopped a bus or hitched a ride.

  That is, of course, if I was lucky. But so far Lady Luck hadn't exactly been favoring me.

  Chapter Seven

  Lauren

  The highway lights zipped by and the whole Milky Way spread out in front of me like a banquet of stars, a thousand points of light that lit the sky like the Christmas of my childhood memories. The road was peaceful, the humming of the tires like a sweet lullaby.

  In the midst of all this beauty and calm had to fight to keep my head clear. My eyes seemed to flicker to the rear-view mirror every other second, a sign of my paranoia as I drove half-expecting to be pulled over by the troopers. I couldn't believe I'd stolen those old folks' car. I felt awful, and hated myself, but at the same time what choice did I have?

  That transgression didn't fuck with me nearly as much as having to leave again so soon. This was the fifth or sixth time, and it felt like I was close to running out aliases. I was exaggerating, of course, but it was still frustrating to have to pick up and leave Al's. He was a sweet old man, and he'd been genuinely nice to me. Plus, the tips had been decent, and it was within walking distance of the motel I'd been living at.

  And then, of course, there was Asa. Handsome, sexy, brutal Asa. My jaw, my pussy, my tits, my arms and legs. Everything was so deliciously sore because of him. I'd showered and cleaned up so I didn't have that constant reminder of our night together.

  It was crazy, but I’d had to stop myself from crawling back into bed and waking him up with my mouth in some other, more delicious ways. Maybe I could have stuck around? Convinced him to run far, far away with me, to a place Pops would never find us. I would have liked that. He seemed like the kind of man that it would be good to keep around, especially if the sex was always that great.

  I shook my head, saying aloud, “Get him out of your thoughts, girl. Keep your head straight.”

  The sign for the next town flew by in my headlights. Ten miles, it said, just ten miles to go.

  I spent the next few minutes trying to piece together my plan. I didn't have much of one, to be honest. As tempting as it was to commit Grand Theft Auto while crossing state lines, I had no desire to go to prison over something that stupid. The way my life had been going from the beginning that was probably what would happen to me.

  No, what I needed was a ride. Anyone would do, I figured, but long-haul truck drivers were preferable. If I'd had the time, I would have gone back to Al's and waited for one to come in, then hitch that way. But, as
it was, time was a valuable, and dwindling, resource.

  I pulled over at the first supermarket I saw and parked the Camry near the back of the lot. I hopped out, stretched quickly, then stuck the keys in the visor and ditched it. I locked the car when I got out, hoping the cops would manage to find it by morning. The parking lot was desolate, with just a few cars parked here and there, mostly clustered near the front where the lights shone. The ones near the back had either been busted out, or their bulbs had died, giving the whole place an ominous feeling.

  My stomach growled insistently as I headed inside the store, my pale skin and hair looking pallid under the neon. I hated places like this. They were so vapid and stale, like all the originality and life had been sucked out of them. The people who worked here looked as miserable as I felt.