Bad Boy's Honor: An MMA Bad Boy Romance (68 page)

I reached my arms back and rested on the desk as Denton slipped two fingers inside me. I whimpered as he pressed against the front of my wall. I needed this so fucking much. 

Denton bent forward and kissed me hard on the lips while his hand kept thrusting into my tunnel. I had to tear my lips from his as the urge to scream became impossible to resist. He moved down to my neck, and started nibbling gently against the soft skin while I lay there helpless to do anything. He had me under his complete control. 

“Look at me,” Denton commanded as his thumb started lightly brushing my bud. “I want you to be looking at me as you come.”

I fought the urge to close my eyes, and instead looked directly at him. I rocked my hips against his hand. I was so close now.

My sex was contracting around his fingers, pulsating as he brought me closer and closer to climax.

I could hear my wetness as his fingers slipped in and out of me with ease. I’d never gotten this wet this quick. Denton moved faster as I got closer to the edge, but his eyes never left mine. He stared intently at my face, as I turned bright red and panted heavily.

I looked at him until the second I came. When the nerves in my sex exploded with a fiery passion, my head snapped back on reflex as I orgasmed against his fingers. 

Every muscle in my body shook, and I couldn’t keep myself propped up any longer. I collapsed down onto the desk and tried to catch my breath as Denton slowly withdrew himself from my pussy.

Denton leaned over me and kissed me again, before he lifted his fingers to his lips and sucked off my juices, making a murmur of pleasure as he tasted me.

“So sweet,” he said softly. “I can’t wait to get my face between your legs.”

His head disappeared from view and he moved down my body and dropped to his knees in front of the desk.

“No,” I murmured. “No, don’t.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts?” he growled impatiently. 

I smiled, although he probably couldn’t see it from down there.

“Just fuck me,” I whimpered. “I need to feel you inside me. I need you to make me yours.”

I’d never uttered words like that before, but they’d left my lips before I even had time to think about what I was saying.

Denton stood up and quickly undressed in front of me. I still didn’t have much strength, but the motivation to look at his naked body in all its glory helped me find some extra reserves of energy.

His large, erect cock stood to attention before me, and had my sex pulsing once again as I imagined how it would feel as he stretched me open and pushed deep into me.

He disappeared from view for a few seconds and the next time I saw him his cock was sheathed and ready for action. 

I pulled my skirt right up to my waist and spread my legs wide for him to take me. Denton stared down at my sex with rapt excitement, and quickly positioned himself between them. 

He pressed his cock down so that the head rubbed gently against my folds until it was right at my entrance. 

For one painful second, I worried that Denton was having second thoughts, but then he began to fill me, stretching me open as I accommodated his substantial girth. I kept thinking there couldn’t possibly be any more, but inch by inch he entered me, until his balls rubbed against my ass.

I wanted this more than anything else in the world. Denton had taken me. He’d claimed me. I’d never felt more complete. 

Finally. 

It had only been a week since I’d admitted to myself just how much I wanted Chloe, but it felt like I’d been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.

It was almost too perfect to be true.

I’d thought she looked beautiful in my office at work, but that was nothing compared to how she looked now, laid out on the desk with her skirt pulled up and her legs spread, her face red and her breathing still heavy from when she’d come hard on my fingers.

I had to calm myself down. Before entering her, I’d taken a deep breath to try and control my passion. I’d never had a problem delaying my own orgasm until after a woman’s, but right now I felt like I’d be lucky to last two minutes. Sure, Chloe had already come, but I had a good record for multiple orgasms and I wasn’t about to change that now.

Her tight pussy opened and accepted my large cock, although just barely. Chloe looked in awe at my size as I filled her completely. 

I stared down at her as she writhed rhythmically on the desk. The only thing better than how she felt was how she looked. She was beautiful. 

I leaned down quickly opened the buttons on her blouse, pulling it apart to reveal the chest I’d been picturing in my mind since she lingered near me this morning. I couldn’t get the bra off quick enough. 

By the time her breasts were free, I was completely entranced. I couldn’t take my eyes off her perfect firmness, or the erectness of her petite, light brown nipples. Even in my imagination, I hadn’t pictured them being this good. 

Once again, I felt myself on the verge of losing control and had to thrust delicately in case I exploded too early. 

My hands reached out and firmly took hold of her breasts, squeezing them gently and pinching the nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She whimpered in response, and reached her hands out, wrapping them around my back. Her nails dug into my flesh as she moaned and pleaded for me to keep going.

The temptation to draw the moment out was strong, but I couldn’t wait to feel her come around my cock. It had been mesmerizing enough on my fingers, but I knew when her pussy contracted with me inside her it would be even better.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she groaned, as if there was any way in hell I would do that. I didn’t even think it was physically possible.

I reached down and found her swollen clit again. My fingers ran over its slippery wet surface, until her fingers dug even deeper into my back as if she were trying to tear the flesh from me. 

My fingers kept probing around her clit, until her back arched up into the air and she thrust her pussy towards me with one final movement. A vein appeared in her neck as she screamed with enough noise to bring security back out again. 

I could barely move. Her pussy was pulsing around my cock as if she were trying to milk me. When Chloe relaxed back down on the table, in the final throes of her orgasm, I let go of everything I’d been holding back and shot my load, emptying myself into the condom that was already stretched tight around my cock. ‘Extra large,’ my ass. It barely fit.

Chloe whimpered again when I pulled my cock out of her, as if she now felt like something was missing. I knew the feeling. Nothing in life would ever top the feeling of her dripping wet sex clenching hold of my cock in the midst of a heavy orgasm.

I stood there naked, watching her panting as she tried to get her breath back. Her pussy, slick with her juices, looked engorged and satisfied, but I just wanted to go down there again. I hadn’t tasted her yet, not properly, and I felt like that was the only thing missing making this a perfect evening. 

Chloe couldn’t take any more though. She looked exhausted. Finally she pushed herself up onto her elbows and then into a seated position, tugging her skirt down as she did so. 

Now what?

She looked at me and smiled, but it was a smile that looked tinged with regret. I’d never been happier, but she looked guilty, and I wondered if I would ever get the repeat opportunity I desperately desired. 

I offered her a hand and pulled her up into a standing position. I wanted to kiss her, but the first thing she did was bend down and pick up her panties. My stomach sank as she pulled them up over her legs. There would be no more fun tonight; that much was clear. 

We both got dressed in an awkward silence. I’d seen women get dressed quickly after sex, but it was usually because I’d told them to leave, or they had to get back to their husband. I’d definitely never experienced a silence like this before. Yelling, yes. Pleading, yes. Begging, yes. But awkwardness? That was new.

I got dressed too and wrapped the condom up in some scrap paper before throwing it in a trash can. There was a chance it might get spotted, but I didn’t want to carry it around with me all night.

“What’s this?” I asked, spotting a file on the desk. Chloe had been holding this when the guards had come by.

I picked up the file and looked inside. Jackpot.

“You found it,” I remarked. “Fucking hell, you’ve found it.”

“Yeah,” she replied modestly. “I guess I did.”

“This is great news. Why don’t you look happier?”

“Because I know what you’re going to do next, and I don’t like it.”

“I have to, Chloe. I have to end this once and for all.”

“You don’t have to do shit,” she replied angrily. “Don’t make out that this is inevitable, or that it’s forced upon you by the circumstances. You are choosing to do this, and that makes you as bad as he is.”

“He killed--”

“I know what he did. That doesn’t mean you can kill him. You promised me you’d think about it.”

“I have,” I lied. “But he has this coming to him. Trust me, every day he lives, more people are at risk. Do you think Kara’s the only person he’s killed? Or had killed?”

“I can’t deal with this right now,” Chloe said, picking up her necklace--which she’d thrown to the floor without a care in the world--and her purse before heading to the door. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

If she thought I was going to let her go out there alone at night then she had another thing coming. But she clearly needed her space right now. I quickly made a copy of the important pages from the file using the nearby scanner and then caught up with her.

I followed at a distance just to make sure she got into a cab, and then headed to my car.

I desperately wanted to go kill Roddy right this minute, but I knew I should wait. I needed to scope out his place and make a plan. Roddy had a lot of enemies, so he was bound to have security. I’d only get one shot at this, and I needed to make it count.

Besides, I needed my body to be full of adrenaline and aggression, but after that session with Chloe I felt far too mellow and relaxed. I wasn’t exactly in killer mode.

And then there was Chloe. She didn’t want me to kill Roddy; she’d made that pretty clear. What would she do if I did? Would she just be pissed at me? Or would that be the end of whatever relationship we might have had?

I suspected the latter, and I couldn’t really blame her. I’d begged Dad enough times not to kill people who were becoming a problem, so it’s not like I was completely without remorse. The times I had killed… that had been different. I couldn’t help it. 

Roddy deserved to die for what he did to Kara, but I couldn’t blame Chloe for not having the same bloodlust I had. She’d never even met Kara, let alone felt about her the way I did. 

I had to wait a week or two. If I gave it some time, then Chloe would know I’d thought the situation through. But I wouldn’t change my mind. 

Nothing would stop me from killing Roddy. He was going to die.