My Mom's Fiance: A Dark Bad Boy Romance Page 5

  But did I care? Hell no.

  “Open your legs wide, sweet thing,” was my raspy growl. “Because it’s show time.”

  She whimpered like the perfect little slut, head falling back even as that big butt pushed out further. Clearly, the little girl wasn’t thinking anymore, just going with pure feel. Groaning, those hips rolled back at me, smearing twat juice all over the helmet-head head of my aching cock.

  Damn, the brunette learned fast.

  But she had me on a leash. I was gonna fuckin’ fire my cum gun in an instant if I didn’t get in there fast.

  So groaning, I wet my fingers in that gushing pussy and prepped her asshole with the barest of requirements. Her pleats twitched reflexively, butthole clamping, and the girl turned to look at me over her shoulder, eyes wide.

  “Again?” was her gasp. “Put it in straight this time, please.”

  But no, there’s too much risk with straight. You know, getting preggo and all that shit. Not with a nubile teen who was gonna be my stepdaughter to boot.

  So I shook my head.

  “Naw baby. I’m all about the back end. And with that, it began. Slowly, I edged my head into her anus. The sound she made, part pain and part pleasure, shot me straight to the moon, it was so damn good.

  “That’s it, princess.” I nudged my cock deeper into her ass. “Exactly like that.”

  What was with all this positive reinforcement? I should be banging her ass and taking her tight hole like she was just some convenient slut. But the way Lacey swallowed my thick meat, eager and breathless, grabbed me tight by the balls.

  I slid into her ass with a deep groan and grabbed those hips tight for something solid to hold on to while the pleasure made my head spin. “Take all of me, baby,” I groaned. “Every fucking inch.”

  She bumped her rump back, whimpering and moaning, and holy shit, but that butt sucked my whole length in then, balls tapping her creamy behind.

  “Oh, yeah,” I grunted. “Hell yeah.”

  And then the brunette did something so disgusting, that I practically jizzed from the gesture. Moaning deep, eyes shut, the girl reached both hands back, grabbing a butt cheek in each hand. And then she pulled herself open, baring her all to me, letting me get in deeper.

  “Yes Daddy, just like that,” was her breathy gasp, eyes squeezed shut as I pummeled her behind. “Just like that.”

  Shit, this sweet princess was so fucking dirty! Begging for a long schlong in her bottom? Hot damn.

  But the girl held on tight as I pumped deep and slow. Lacey felt so good, her anus squeezing my cock like a velvet glove. I swear I’ve never had a better fuck. I didn’t know if it was because she was younger than the type I usually did, or because we were in the men’s restroom while her mom waited outside. My balls fucking ached, tight and ready to spill inside the hot cavern.

  But I didn’t start this shit just to finish so soon. Tightening every muscle, I thought of everything possible to hold off the cum barreling down the tracks. And when it slowed, I sped up again, fucking into her like a machine, building up to a climax that I knew was going to rattle my teeth.

  My hips snapped forward and back, hard and fast, and with every motion, Lacey gasped and moaned. If anybody had stepped into the bathroom right now, there would be no secret about what we were doing, the heavy slapping sounds unmistakable.

  But just like in the club, I didn’t give a fuck. Her cunt was wet for it and my cock hadn’t had this good of a hole in years, maybe not ever. Shit, if her ass was this good, I could only imagine how her pussy would feel around my meat. Just thinking about her snatch made me groan desperately. Grunting with every push, I fumbled to rub her clit.

  Oh yeah, Lacey was so wet. Her pussy hole practically drenched my hand as I rubbed that sweet nub. On impulse, I slapped her clit and the girl let out a sharp scream. The wet smacking sound shot straight to my dick, and she screamed again. So I covered that mouth with my hand to muffle the noises, to keep things undercover.

  Fuck yes. I slapped her clit again and again, settling into a steady rhythm of slaps on her fat clit while slamming into her bottom hole at the same time.

  “Mwmwf!” Her cry rang out in the bathroom, desperate and breathy. “Mwmwmf!”

  Oh shit, what we were doing was so fucking wrong. But she screamed and pushed back on my dick like she couldn’t get enough of it. Twisting her head away, she gasped.

  “I’m coming. I’m -- unnnnh!”

  Yeah, she was. Fuck, I loved it when the chicks got theirs first. That meant I could really let loose while they clenched tighter around me, their holes damn near crushing my dick as the storm swirled.

  I grunted her name and slammed in harder, cock ramming like a fuck machine from a porno. Sweat poured down my back under the ten-thousand-dollar suit, balls high and tight.

  “Take this dick, baby!” I shoved my mouth next to her ear, panting hard while the bathroom stall echoed with the sound of my balls slapping against her ass. The desperate sound of her screams rang out in the stall, practically blasting my eardrums. She fucking loved this! And I loved it too, I—

  Without warning, spunk rocketed out of my cockpole, hot and bubbly.

  “God damn!” I growled into her ear as I came. The spurts were relentless and unyielding, blast after blast of virile male jism. Aw fuck, aw fuck, I was gonna collapse, this buttfucking was just too good.

  But everything has to end at some point. Either that, or they’d send a search party. So as I came down to earth, I licked the brunette’s ear while slowly pulling out. Oh yeah, my shaft was shiny, dripping with anal sweat and streaks of white baby batter.

  But Lacey wasn’t done yet.

  “Just a little bit more!” Her pleas were muffled but I heard them loud and clear. She moved her fleshy hips frantically between my dick and fingers. “Please, Jake!”

  Of course, I obliged.

  “You want this?” I shoved my fingers against her clit and she shrieked again, a softer sound this time. “You want me to fuck you some more?” I didn’t stop moving my hand.

  “Yes, Jake! Yes! Fuck me!”

  She was insatiable. Like a mofo, my fingers stroked down to that wet, willing hole, and thrust in. Fuck, she was hot, so soft and willing. And seconds later, the brunette was coming again and gasping my name in the big bathroom stall.

  “Jake! Daddy, yes!”

  Shit, this Daddy stuff was so fucking taboo and wrong, but it sounded kinda good coming from her lips. My dick twitched, jizz dripping wildly against her thighs. And without thinking, I grabbed her and yanked her around to face me before dropping down to shove my face into her pussy.

  “Jake! What are you doing?” she yelped.

  I thought it was pretty obvious. I didn’t have a single reason to, but I wanted to watch that cum of hers from close up and see her face when she let loose. And this was the best way to do it. I sucked her clit into my mouth like a lemon drop, stroking it with my tongue.

  She wailed and panted like a dog under the hot sun. Her head dropped back against the wall, hips bucking wildly. I held her tight and shoved those wide hips back hard against the wall so she wouldn’t hurt herself on my teeth. Or give me a fucking bloody nose.

  “Oh God, Jake!” was her cry.

  I tongued her all over, hungrily devouring the sweet cream flowing from that puffy snatch. She tasted fucking delicious, my dessert after a long and painful lunch. Groaning loud so she could feel the vibrations in her clit, I gave her the double play of my tongue on her clit and my fingers teasing that tight pussy hole.

  Yeah, princess. Pump your sweet cunt all over my face.

  It was like she read my mind. Lacey rubbed her slit over my mouth and chin, fucking my face in frantic motions. She groaned for me then, and then tried to choke it back.

  But I wasn’t gonna let her hold it in. Crouching down between her legs, I breathed in the salty and sweet smell of her snatch, watching Lacey like she was my own private sex show. She heaved again breathily and panted, eyes
squeezed tight and cheeks flushed with exertion.

  Oh yeah, this was it. Lapping harder at her dripping twat, I sucked and drank her up. Her clit was big enough to burst. She must have felt my gaze on her because she opened her eyes and shivered uncontrollably before emitting a sweet plea.

  “Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me with your tongue. Make me come—oh!”

  Lacey bucked and her sweet cunt squeezed and exploded over my fingers then, wet and juicy. The female came so hard that I swear, they must have heard it up there on Mount Olympus.

  And shit, it was fucking gorgeous.

  The woman shattering before me was lush and ripe, perfect for my needs.

  Her ass was heart-shaped, pussy pure magic. If we’d had more time, I would’ve bent her over the toilet and fucked that wet and willing cunt until we both passed out.

  But we don’t always get what we want, right?

  After all, we were at my engagement lunch, with her family waiting outside.

  Shit.

  Ignoring my hardening dick, I rubbed those fat pussy lips, and then farther back to her tender and swollen asshole. My spunk dripped out of her, thick and hot.

  Damn, what I wouldn’t give to ram my fuck stick up there again and fill her with even more of my cum. But we’d already been in the bathroom long enough. Amanda would start to suspect. Hell, everyone would start to suspect.

  So I got to my feet, zipping up and straightening my suit. It was no big deal. Other than the pussy juices on my chin, otherwise I looked completely normal, an alpha at a fancy lunch.

  But with Lacey, it was another issue. Her entire being had that “just fucked” aura, eyes slightly dazed, body soft, loose and relaxed. And oh shit, but the smell. There was that hot and heavy, just-fucked cunt smell mixed with the virile tang of semen. How were we going to fix that?

  Picking up her panties, I had an idea. Reaching between her legs, I swept the soft cloth between her thighs, scooping up the sperm, trying to clean her up. And then I gave them a quick sniff and dropped them in my pocket.

  Her eyes blinked slowly.

  “What are you gonna do with those?” she whispered, voice soft. “Why do you need those?”

  Why did I need them? Shit, this was the evidence of our loving, something I’d treasure back at the apartment. Maybe I couldn’t fuck my stepdaughter out in the open, but I could sure as hell sniff her lacy panties in the privacy of my home and cum like a hurricane.

  So I shrugged.

  “It’s just my thing,” were my vague words. “No worries.”

  The brunette shook her head slowly, but didn’t say anything, instead, trying to straighten herself out. Those brown curls were wild and lovely, her dress now a little wrinkled.

  And grunting approvingly, I nodded again.

  “Come on sweetheart. We gotta get back.”

  Opening the door to the stall, fortunately all was clear. I slipped into the hallway, strolling back to the main table like nothing was wrong.

  “I had to take a call,” I said to no one in particular, sitting down smoothly.

  But the excuse was unnecessary because Amanda was recounting some story which she thought was hilarious, but everyone else thought was painfully boring. But not like she noticed, or cared.

  And finally, the long-winded monologue ended.

  “Oh, Jakey.” Amanda leaned into me with a fake smile. “You always laugh at my jokes, we’re perfect together,” she cooed, patting my hand.

  More like I had a fake smile on my lips, face frozen in a grimace. But I grunted.

  “Yeah, real funny story honey. Real funny.”

  Amanda chortled lightly, fluffing out her hair.

  “Like I said, we’re perfect together. Oh there you are honey!” she said to Lacey, who’d just made her way back to the table, avoiding my eyes. “You’re just in time to hear about my trip to the Hamptons! You know, it started when ….”

  The second monologue was even worse, all the guests nodding and smiling in their chairs, unwilling prisoners. But I watched Lacey carefully. Sure enough, she twisted uncomfortably in her seat, rump sliding back and forth. It had to be her sore anus. Had to be.

  “You all right, honey?” whispered Lacey’s Aunt Jill, a look of concern in her eyes.

  “I’m fine,” the brunette replied, clearing her throat, voice raspy. Oh yeah, she’d been screaming in the bathroom, those vocal cords wrecked. “Just my stomach,” the brunette murmured. “I’m not feeling too well.”

  Amanda paused then, frowning at her daughter.

  “It’s the dessert,” she said in a loud voice so that everyone at the table could hear. “Two desserts isn’t good for anyone, you shouldn’t have eaten all that,” Amanda proclaimed.

  I thought Lacey would take it lying down, saying something or other about how this was a special occasion.

  But instead, the brunette lifted her head, expression mild.

  “Oh it’s not that Mom,” came that dulcet voice. “It’s something else entirely,” she said, meeting my eyes full on. And my lips spread in a slow, knowing smile, uncaring who saw. Because yeah, it was my body that was causing hers to sing, and even if it was wrong, I had to get more. That’s right, Lacey’s my future stepdaughter, but we were only getting started … if I had my way.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Lacey

  I stepped through the revolving doors of the downtown Manhattan office building and went directly to the front desk, ballet flats noiseless against the polished marble floors.

  “May I help you, Miss?”

  “Yes, I’m Lacey Jones. Can you please tell me where Jake Mason’s office is?”

  The woman looked surprised, eyeing me up and down. Yes, I stuck out among the gray suits of the corporate drones milling around. But oh well. My wild curly brown hair would always be this way, my figure too lush to fit a boring three-piece.

  But the receptionist was a professional, and gave nothing away. After tapping on the computer to make sure my name was on the approved visitors list, she nodded neutrally.

  “Here you are,” she said smoothly. “Top floor, ask for Mr. Mason.”

  “Thanks.”

  And after the elevator doors shut, I pressed cool palms against my thighs, trembling with nervousness. I needed to confront Jake and tell him what was on my mind. The last time I’d seen him, I’d been in no state of mind to deal with this crazy thing between us. But after a couple days, it was time.

  Because the engagement lunch had been complete bullshit. All the fake smiles and stilted laugher had been a farce, Amanda at her finest with the long-red nails and slightly-drunk laughter.

  Plus, I’d had anal sex in the men’s bathroom for God’s sake.

  With my future stepfather to boot.

  My pussy throbbed remembering every dirty detail. That session had been good, better than good, and the way his cum had leaked from my ass, the gentle trickle a non-stop stream, had left me embarrassed for the rest of the afternoon.

  And completely turned on.

  But it had to end.

  Some way, somehow, this had to end.

  And I was here to do it now.

  The elevator dinged, the sliding walls hissing open. The location of Jake’s office was obvious. There was a set of imposing white double doors, with a chrome nameplate bolted to the wall.

  But a woman, his secretary most likely, sat like a sentinel in front, headset perched on her neatly groomed head. Her lips smiled professionally, a mannequin in a suit.

  “Good morning,” the woman murmured. “How can I help you?”

  “I’m Lacey Jones, here to see Jake Mason, please.” It didn’t hurt to be polite.

  One perfectly-plucked eyebrow rose.

  “Do you have an appointment?”

  I started.

  “Well yes. I was on the approved visitors list, I thought we had an appointment.”

  The woman frowned, eyes squinting at her computer monitor.

  “I’m sorry,” she said in a courteous monotone. “B
ut there must be a mistake. I don’t see your name here, and unfortunately, Mr. Mason is booked solid all day. Now if you’ll excuse me,” she said politely, turning back to her desk.

  I clenched my teeth. The woman was just doing her job, but still.

  “Just let him know I’m here, please. Lacey Jones,” I pressed insistently.

  The woman shook her head, unperturbed.

  “I’m sorry, but Mr. Mason is very busy. In fact, he’s not even in his office right now. Would you like to leave a message?”

  I took things into my own hands then. Leaning forwards quickly, I stabbed a button connected to her computer that could only mean one thing.

  “Jake, it’s me, Lacey,” came my rushed words, loud and insistent. “I’d like to talk with you for a moment.”

  The receptionist immediately jerked forwards.

  “Sorry about that, sir. We have an intruder, I’ll get her out of here immediately. Oh wait – all right.” The woman looked like someone just slammed her in the face with a brick. Because she tapped another button, and gestured with her free hand, expression sour.

  “You can go right in. He’s expecting you.”

  I shot her a direct stare.

  “Thank you,” was my formal reply. “Thanks so much.”

  And with that, I strode like a queen into Jake’s office, chin held high. So what if I wasn’t a corporate titan? So what if I didn’t look professional? I was here on business, just like anyone else.

  But as his office doors swung open, all my doubts came rushing back. Because the space was gigantic, and I was a mouse by comparison. It looked like it took up at least half the top floor of the building. The floor to ceiling glass windows directly in front of me showed off damn near all of Manhattan, people and cars moving like tiny toys down below.

  And to the left of the flashy windows, Jake sat at a desk bigger than Texas. A giant screen perched on the corner with a silver tray arranged beside it. Other than that, his desk was clear, gleaming and immaculate.

  The billionaire leaned back in his chair, watching me with a faintly amused smile.

  “What can I do for you, Lacey?” Jake drawled.