Pursuit: A Bad Boy Romance Page 5

  “What do you know?” She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to build a wall against me, but I always liked a challenge.

  “Quite a bit actually… I know you’ve been alone for quite a while and that deep down, you’re yearning for intimacy. For something that will get you so fired up… that you won’t be able to think about anything else.” I got up and approached her, my hands on her thighs, leaning forward until our faces were only inches apart. “Well, I could give that to you… that and so much more. I’ll have you screaming all night long, baby.” I grinned, spreading her legs apart, my hands moving along her thighs.

  She stared into my eyes, her body frozen in place.

  “I’ll take you to a place you’ve never been before.” My voice lowered as my lips approached hers, our breaths mingling together.

  Before she could react, I closed the distance between us, our lips colliding together. For the first few seconds, she didn’t move, her lips lifeless, as if she hadn’t yet realized I had kissed her.

  But, when my tongue traced her bottom lip it was like a switch flipped inside of her, bringing her to life. Suddenly, she parted her lips, granting me entrance into her hot mouth.

  Our tongues tangled together and I could feel her doubts melting away as she wrapped her arms around my neck, clinging to me like she needed me.

  I picked her up, hoisting her off the chair and into my arms. With my hands under her ass, I prompted her to jump up, her legs wrapping around my waist.

  The kiss intensified as my fingers dug into her supple flesh. I could tell that I was turning her on by the fire burning behind her lips. She had finally allowed her body to take control.

  Good. That was exactly what I needed.

  Wanting to rile her up even more, I slammed her into the wall, taking her breath away. I didn’t even give her a moment to compose herself before I ripped the front of her shirt, exposing her lacy bra. To my surprise and delight, it was one of those that clipped in the front. With a practiced hand, I popped the clasp.

  Her tits burst forward. They were much bigger than I had imagined. Excellent. Unable to help myself, I leaned down, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on it until it became a hard little nub my tongue could play with.

  It didn’t take long for her moans to echo through the kitchen. Her fingers tangled into my hair, pulling at it, silently asking me for more.

  Determined to drive her wild, I moved us onto the counter, grabbing her face with both my hands before I kissed her so hard, our lips nearly melded together. I could feel her heart beating rapid fire as I fondled her left breast, leaving her flesh tender.

  Using the kiss as a distraction, I took my chance to unbutton her pants, knowing that if she paid too much attention to what was happening, she might try to stop it.

  With my tongue slithering into her mouth, my fingers danced along her thighs, teasing her slightly. Her body reacted splendidly, her back arching, her hips lifting off the counter.

  I grinned to myself. I had her exactly where I wanted her. I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist me.

  They never could.

  She pulled away from the kiss, panting for breath, her fingers still wrapped around my hair, her eyes sparkling like diamonds. “L-Luke…”

  My grin deepened. The night had only just begun and she was already moaning my name. The sound of her soft mewl caused a rush of excitement to run through my veins that was hard to ignore.

  Holding back the urge to pound her right there, I slid my hand into her panties, watching as her eyes widened in surprise. Before she could say anything, my fingers ran along her slit, finding it all nice and wet.

  “See, as much as you try to deny it, you still want me,” I whispered, my thumb rubbing circles into her clit.

  All she could do was moan, her hips gyrating into the air, her fingers pulling at my hair, trying to ground herself in the face of the overwhelming pleasure she felt.

  Ever so slowly, I pressed my middle finger against her soaked entrance, teasing her. “Tell me how much you want me.”

  She bit her lip, and it was too much for me to take. I pushed her back until her head hit the cabinet behind her, my lips smashing into hers, roughly kissing her. At the same time, my middle finger rammed into her, knuckle-deep.

  Her pussy tightened around my finger, threatening to never let it go.

  Inside my pants, my cock sprung to life, rubbing against the coarse fabric of my jeans, making things very uncomfortable. With my free hand, I unzipped and freed my cock, taking it into my hand, stroking it until it was rock-hard.

  The need to fuck her was almost impossible to resist, but I couldn’t succumb so quickly. I wanted to make this woman beg for it, make her want me so bad that she can think of nothing else but my cock pounding into her.

  At the thought, my finger quickened its pace. A pool of her juices gathered in the small triangle of fabric that was still in my way. Knowing it would drive her wild, I pulled on the waistband of her thong until it disappeared between her ass cheeks.

  The moans that escaped her lips were music to my ears. Now, all I needed to do was make her scream my name.

  She struggled against the kiss, my lips continuing to dominate hers. I pushed her to her limit, only breaking away when I thought she was on the brink of passing out. Panting, her eyes had a glazed over look to them, staring into the distance.

  I pulled my fingers away from her needy pussy and suddenly, her expression changed to one of distress. Her eyes grew wide, her bottom lip jutting outwards in a pout.

  “What’s wrong baby?” I asked, my voice innocent even though I knew exactly what I was doing to her.

  The sound that emerged from her throat was a mixture between a whimper and a moan. “Luke…” Her voice was barely audible.

  I could tell she hadn’t reached her breaking point just yet. She needed a bit more persuasion. Easy enough.

  With my hands on her thighs, I spread her legs, getting between them. With my fingers hooking into the waistband of her thong, I looked into her eyes before ripping it right off her body.

  She yelped at the recoil from the elastic, but I didn’t give her the time to protest before I dove deep into her wet folds, my tongue lapping at the juices that seemed to seep out of her like there was a crack in a dam, just waiting to burst.

  “Fuck!” She screamed, her fingers tightened around my hair yet again, pushing my head further into her pussy until my nose pressed against her soft mound.

  At her prompting, my tongue slithered inside of her, tasting her straight from the source. I was fast and quick, knowing exactly how and where to flick my tongue to drive her wild. In a few short minutes, she was screaming with pleasure. In fact, she was so loud I was sure the neighbors could hear us. So what? Let them listen.

  Determined to make her scream even louder, I pushed my tongue as deep as it would go, twisting it this way and that, stimulating her in ways I was sure she had never felt before. Adding to her pleasure, I started toying with her clit until it was engorged with excitement.

  On the counter, a puddle of her juices started to form, her clothes sticking to her body with the layer of sweat that now covered her skin.

  Under the probing of my tongue, she started to shiver and moan even louder. She was close to the edge. I brought her even closer, tongue-fucking her with such vigor that I was sure I was making her head spin.

  Just when I thought she would lose any and all control, I pulled away, a devious grin on my face as our eyes locked and I saw the look of desperation on her face. “Luke…”

  “Beg for it,” I whispered in her ear, kissing the side of her neck, my hands roaming her body, playing her like a violin. I knew I had her in the palm of my hand. I thought she’d be a challenge, but in the end, she was just like all the others.

  Despite her obvious desire to orgasm, she hesitated, something holding her back. Her eyes darted toward the windowsill before she suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck and brought me into a kiss, h
er lips full of passion.

  The kiss almost caught me by surprise, but I quickly regained control, picking her up, and walking toward the kitchen table.

  When she finally gave in, I knew exactly where I wanted to take her.

  Chapter 7

  Amanda

  I couldn’t believe what was happening. One second, my brain was telling me to get rid of this guy as fast as possible, the next, I was being bent over the table, my ass wiggling back and forth, urging him on.

  What had gotten into me?

  Suddenly, his hips pressed into mine, thrusting me into the table, causing me to gasp. Before I could figure out what was going on, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling it back until I was forced to arch my back.

  “L-Luke…” I tried to speak, but the mixture of adrenaline and hormones raging through my body was making it impossible for me to think straight. Pleasure coursed through my veins, spreading to every part of my body until my mind could barely process what was going on.

  “Beg for it, baby girl.” He growled into my ear, nibbling my earlobe.

  I ground my teeth, trying to preserve my decency, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him for very long. In such a short amount of time, this man had made me feel so alive. The way he touched me and the way he took control, sparked such a fire inside of me that I thought I would burn up. I had never felt this way before, not even with David.

  When I didn’t answer him, he pressed his cock against my wet entrance, teasing me. I tensed, knowing he was bigger than any of my former lovers. Still, I wanted him.

  Hell, I needed him.

  His grasp on my hair tightened, my back arching to a point where it started to hurt. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but the pain quickly melted away as he took one of my breasts into his free hand, kneading it until my flesh was nice and sensitive. His every touch was adding to the pleasure that was already overwhelming me.

  I couldn’t handle this much longer. “I… I want you…” The words echoed in my mind as I finally gave in to my desires, my cheeks turning red.

  Was I really so weak that I couldn’t control my lust?

  But, I couldn’t help it. He knew exactly what to do to drive me wild, to make it impossible for me to deny him.

  I heard him chuckle before he let go of my hair, his hands moving to my hips where his fingers dug into my flesh like he was getting a good grip. Before I could prepare myself, he rammed into me, his every inch filling me to the breaking point.

  I clawed at the table, a scream-like moan escaping my lips, my tight pussy struggling to accommodate to his thick girth. “Luke!” I screamed his name as if we had always been lovers.

  He gave me a second to catch my breath before he started to move himself in and out, his thrusts shallow, but rough.

  I panted for breath, the ecstasy building up in my pussy completely mind-numbing. It felt so good.

  My pussy quivered with delight as he picked up the pace, causing the table to creak under our weight, but still, he didn’t stop. His fingers dug into my flesh even more, his hips working like a well-oiled piston to pump in and out of me faster and faster.

  “That’s it, baby, take it…” He growled, thrusting into me so hard that his balls were slapping against my ass, turning it a rosy color.

  I howled in pleasure, throwing my head back, my body shivering with desire. My nails had carved deep grooves in my dining table, but I didn’t care. I just wanted this man to completely ravish me. I couldn’t think about anything else. All my worries, anxieties, and fears disappeared. All that mattered was experiencing these new heights of pleasure.

  “Harder!” I demanded, panting for breath. I was close. Very close, but I held back, wanting this moment to last forever. I never wanted to think again, to go back to the depression that had consumed me.

  Luke didn’t disappoint. Almost instantly, he pounded into me, pressing me down into the table, my puffy little nipples rubbing against the wood, making them even more sensitive.

  “Fuck…” I moaned, biting down on my lip so hard I could feel the coppery taste of blood in my mouth.

  His balls slapped against me harder, the sound of my juices sloshing around echoing through the kitchen, mingling with our lustful moans. It all added to the experience. I was getting high off it, my body in full control of my every action.

  As he picked up the pace even further, there was nothing I could do to stop the powerful climax that washed over my body. I had never felt anything quite like it before. It was like someone had lit a firecracker inside of me, letting it explode through my every nerve ending. I screamed his name, my pussy tightening around him, threatening to never let him go.

  For a few, blissful seconds, I didn’t know what was going on. I was on cloud nine, floating above the action, my body stimulated to the point that it could no longer register the new pleasure of Luke grabbing my nipples between his fingers, rolling them back and forth.

  His thrusts continued at a steady, unrelenting pace as if he was determined to completely destroy my pussy. The strange thing was that I didn’t care. I wanted him. He was the missing piece I needed in my broken life, bringing everything together once again.

  A loud grunt sounded against my ear as his fingers tangled in my long blonde hair yet again, yanking on it as he lost any and all control, fucking me like an animal who was giving in to his instincts. With every thrust, his cock nearly popped out of my eager pussy before ramming back inside again. I could hear his labored breaths as he fucked me harder and harder, his dick twitching inside of me.

  All of a sudden, he pulled out, a prolonged groan escaping his lips before strings of hot, sticky cum coated my ass.

  I thought he would collapse on top of me like David did whenever he had climaxed, but instead, Luke flipped me over, pulling me into his arms and making out with me, our lips gravitating together like magnets.

  The fire that burned behind his lips brought me back to reality, making me feel like I was ready to go at it again.

  Luke seemed to read my mind because suddenly, he was picking me up, my legs around his waist, his fingers digging into my ass. Without a word, he brought me into the bedroom as if he had been in my home before.

  There, he tossed me onto the mattress, pouncing on top of me, his fingers wrapping around my wrists and pinning them above my head. His eyes were burning with an unquenchable lust.

  I shivered, knowing the night was far from over…

  ***

  I woke up around noon, the sun filtering through the curtains, making my room obnoxiously bright. I tried to shield my face with my pillow when the movement of my body made me aware that I was completely naked, my satin sheets teasing my bare skin.

  I furrowed my brows together in confusion. It wasn’t like me to sleep naked. Trying to remember what had happened last night, I blinked at the ceiling as if the answers might be written there. My memory was hazy, my head feeling heavy like I had too much to drink, but I couldn’t even remember that.

  Sitting up, I pressed the sheets against my chest, keeping myself decent even though I was certain that there was no one else in my bedroom. Yet, when I looked over, the whole bed was disheveled. I tilted my head, knowing I was an unmoving sleeper.

  Had someone come over last night?

  Slowly, I rolled out of bed, my head instantly protesting. Yep, I definitely had a hangover.

  Squinting through the bright light, I closed the curtains, plunging the room into darkness once again. Letting my eyes adjust for a moment, I leaned against the wall for support, pinching the bridge of my nose, trying to remember. I had such a bad memory whenever I drank, even if just a little.

  Thinking I could find clues elsewhere in the house, I headed for the bathroom, noticing an empty bottle of red wine on my bureau. It definitely wasn’t like me to bring alcohol into the bedroom, especially red wine that could stain my white carpet…

  What had happened last night?

  In the bathroom, I was even more surprised. There
were half-finished wine glasses on the windowsill next to my large bathtub. There were also way too many towels for just one person. I stared at them, trying hard to remember, but I was drawing a blank.

  I shook my head. This wasn’t the first time I had “blacked out” after a night of passion. It used to happen all the time in college, making it very awkward at times. Cold water usually helped so I doused my face under the tap, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

  My hair was a wild mess, my curls disheveled and all over the place. My face still held a bright, after-sex glow. Whoever had been here last night, must have been damn good…

  But who?

  Love bites decorated my chest and shoulders. The side of my neck was dark with a hickey. And, whoever it was, they had certainly been rough. A snippet from last night came rushing back to me. Oil being massaged into my body. His fingers were strong, moving slowly as he eased out all the tension from my body, but as hard as I tried, I couldn’t remember who he was or what his face looked like. All I could remember was his Adonis-like body and the massive size of his cock… must have been the biggest I ever had.