Bad Boy's Pet

Number 11

The moment they got to the room, he set her on her feet, barely taking a second to close the door behind them before he pinned her to the wall with his body and devoured her lips again. His hands slid under her ass and lifted her so that she was truly pinned between the blue walls of her room and his pelvis, which he rocked against her without breaking their kiss.

He felt her hand on his shoulder and for one horrifying moment, he thought she was pushing his away. He was not sure he could even stop at that point and almost breathed a sigh of relief when he felt her tug at his shirt.

“I want to see you,” she asked in between kisses and he nodded, kissed her one more time, then stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head.

She stifled a gasp as she took him in. He was muscled. With abs and biceps and everything. She wondered briefly how a teenager could be so well-muscled. And that necklace… her attention was diverted when he undid the buckle of his belt and tugged his pants down his legs.

“Come,” he ordered taking her hand and starting to lead her to the bed but stopped when he saw her staring at the outline of his d**k through his boxer briefs, his lips curled “Take it off.”

“What?” Her eyes snapped to his but he did not say it again. He did not need to. She shook her head, her cheeks reddening.

“Go on Doll,” he urged

“I…can’t,” she said and he groaned grabbing her face between his fingers and giving her a forceful kiss which she returned just as forcefully, her hands going to grab his hair.

He stepped back with her and turned so she landed on the bed and he suspended himself over her. He used one hand to keep himself up and used the other to trace from her shoulder to her hips. He toyed with the waistband and made one last chivalrous attempt “Are you sure you want to do this? With me?”

No. She was not sure at all. But his hand rubbing her through her panties felt too good to stop. “Yes.” She answered and stilled when he slid off of her to pull her panties down her leg. She swallowed and stared in amazement when he pulled his shorts down his legs.

He was big. Bigger than she thought men were supposed to be. And he was stiff. So stiff. She felt scared and curious. Without thinking, she sat up in the bed and raised her hand to touch him. “Can I?” She asked at the last moment and he weighed the question briefly. He did NOT want to come into her hands and that was a very real possibility. But he also wanted her to enjoy her first time.

“Go ahead.” He replied praying he had enough willpower to not come. His eyes widened slightly and his breath was dragged out of him when she touched the head of his c*ck tentatively. “Fuuuck”

She looked on in awe as his c*ck pulsed in her hands and pre-c*m leaked out. Summoning courage, she wrapped her hand around him though it barely covered his entire width and he hissed. She knew it was in pleasure when he started to move against her hand and she moved with him. Up, down “Tighter,” he commanded and she did as she was told.

She liked the feel of him between her hands. He felt raw and strong and totally perfect. And it was making her p*ssy juices drip on her sheets. She wanted him to drip too.

She stroked him faster wanting him to come. And was rewarded when he groaned and thrusted against her hands. “Enough,” he called suddenly hoisting her up before he plundered her mouth. “I need to get inside of you.”

They fell to the bed together but as he positioned himself at her entrance, he let out a string of curses in both English followed by what sounded like more curses in another language she did not know. He shut his eyes tightly and rolled away from her before putting his arm over his eyes. “What’s wrong?” Paige wondered trying not to gape at his naked form.

“I don’t have any protection on me.” He was working hard to steady his breathing “And I am guessing you are not on the pill?”

She shook her head before remembering his arm was still over his eyes, “No.”

Embarrassed, she reached for the cover to wrap around herself and a whiff of her scent caught Cade’s nose making all his effort at calming himself down go down the drain. He stood up in a swift move and without looking at her, he picked up his shorts and put it on, wincing when it caged his erect member.

“You are leaving?” She asked.

“I cannot be in the same room as you right now, Doll.” He heard her move and involuntarily looked up at her. He regretted it immediately as a dizzying wave of need rocked him. She looked like an ancient roman goddess with her sexy bed hair and the sheet wrapped around her. Like a s*x goddess. It made him think of all the reasons he did not need protection. She was a virgin and he had monthly check-ups. There were also the morning-after pills. He could stay.

No.

He started to go out of her room but had to take a step back when she stood in front of him. “Doll,” He warned, the words coming from low in his throat.

She wanted him. He was not touching her now and she still wanted him. If he left now, she would have to give in to the urge to use her fingers. So, she linked her fingers with his, enjoying the way his hand engulfed hers and the soft electricity between their fingers. “I know where we can get protection.”

His brows raised but he followed her as she led him out her door and through the short hall. He wondered how she managed to hold up the sheets with one hand and walk in them. They engulfed her completely and he expected her to trip on them.

It just proved something he had noticed. His doll was graceful. They entered through a door and he knew immediately that it was a man’s room. He felt a small emptiness when she let go of his hand to cross the room. She opened the bedside cupboard and brought out a pack of condoms. Not his favorite ones but they were good too.

“And they are still within use.” Her eyes sparked with mischief that made his abating erection come back full force. “Not here.” She said quickly when he started toward her.

“I am not going to make it back to your room, Doll. It is here or in the hall. You decide.”

“You are not…” She gasped softly when he removed the hand that was holding the sheets up “…giving me…” she moaned softly at the feeling of his wet tongue on her breast “…much of a…” her torso arched so he could take more of her in his mouth “…choice.”

“Good.” She found herself on the bed the next second and was surprised by how quickly he stripped and rolled on the condom.

“Still want to do this?” He asked her and she wanted to roll her eyes.

“Don’t ask me again.” She warned and he let out a chuckle in spite of himself.

He pushed inside her slightly. Just the tip because he wanted her to adjust to him. He watched her reaction closely. From the way, her lips parted as she closed her eyes, to the way she arched up against him looking for more. So he gave it to her but obviously not enough. “More, please.”

He loved the sound of her begging. Loved the way the plea rolled out her tongue. “Ask again, Doll.” He said withdrawing.

“Please.”

“I did not hear you.” He slipped an inch into her making her suck in a sharp breath.

“More. Please!”

“This is going to hurt.” He told her and her eyes filled with so much trust, his chest felt tight before she nodded.

He entered into her to the hilt in one go and swore internally.

She was so tight. So f*cking tight. He wanted to move, to let her warm, wet flesh pleasure his but he fisted his hands beside her head waiting for her the look of pain to disappear from her face and for her brilliant eyes to open. When it took longer than a few seconds, he became worried. “Doll?” He stroked her face, her hair, pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, all the while reminding himself that he needed to remain still.

“Doll?” He called again and she groaned in answer. Was she in serious pain? He started to pull out but she wrapped her legs around him making him groan as he went deeper.

“I want…I want…” She tried to get out through her erratic breathing.

“Open your eyes, Doll.” They opened and the moment he saw she was not in pain, he withdrew halfway, only to go back. He started with slow strokes against all the muscles in his body which were screaming from the strain. Savoring the feeling of her p*ssy around his c*ck. Liking the way she rocked against him. And her moans..., he tried but they were singularly driving him. Making him go faster and faster, until he was slamming into her and her moans turned into screams. She held unto his arms, shutting her eyes tightly as she began to build. “Eyes on me, Doll. I want to see you.” Her eyes opened just as she reached the edge and she came with a scream.

The feeling of her clenched around him took Cade over the edge against his wish but as the force of his climax rocked through him, he confessed to himself that he would not have wanted to wait for another second as he collapsed on her.