Assassin's Baby (A Bad Boy Romance) (11 page)

NINETEEN

Miles walked back into the room five minutes later. Five minutes of which Alexandra had spent undressing and rummaging through her drawer to find the skimpiest thong she could put on. She found a lime green one with lacy material in the front of threw it on quickly the moment before he opened the door.

When he saw her his jaw dropped, and his eyes squinted as he closed his mouth and smirked happily. He looked horny as hell and Alexandra knew she wanted a piece of that big, bad cock of his. The first time it hurt so bad, but felt so good, and this time she figured she might be able to handle the size of his manhood with a little more ease. He still made her nervous because he was so handsome and muscular, unlike any of the nasty men she’d been with in the past.

She stood there waiting for him to make a move on her and watched him slowly unbutton his shirt and toss it onto the ground. He was still sweaty and it made him look even sexier as the sunlight shone on his glistening chest muscles and ripped biceps which bulged out as he unbuttoned his jeans and slung them across the room. His cock was bulging out of the waistband of his tight boxers, and Alexandra felt her mouth watering at the sight of his head which stuck out like a special treat that she wasn’t allowed to have until he gave her permission.

“Turn around and bend over on the bed. Show me that fucking sexy ass of yours, baby,” he muttered with a deep, raspy voice.

Alexandra wanted to tease him back by saying something witty or slutty but couldn’t think of anything. He had her at his command, and he was so good at making her feel nervous and shaky.
God,
he was just so
hot
. She turned around as she felt her legs buckle in anticipation and sprawled her upper body over the edge of the bed, as she stuck her big ass out in the air.

She felt Miles walk up behind her and mount her slightly with his thick, toned hips pressed against her ass cheeks. She could feel his bulge through his boxer briefs, and the bare head of his cock pressing up against her crack. She couldn’t believe it, but she was already starting to drip from her pussy. She was
so wet
for him.

“Fuck me,” she said.

“I’m going to, and it’s going to be hard and fast. So I hope you’re ready for that.”

“I am,” she said shakily, but I didn’t know if she was. He sure was quick with that cock; she felt his hands pulling her thong to the side one second, and then the next second his thick head was pressing up against her moist cunt, sliding up and down it as it sent tickles throughout her body. She couldn’t wait any longer, and so she reached back and grabbed his hip and pulled it towards her to let him know she was ready for his big, beefy dick. She wanted it to spread her open, penetrate her, and dominate her. She wanted him
so bad
.

She felt the tip of Miles’ cock busting right through her tight little pussy. He made her feel so dirty, and yet at the same time so classy. When he fucked her, it was all business, all pleasure for the both of them. The rest of his throbbing shaft slid into her with ease, and she gasped for air when she felt the entirety of his dick in her walls. He was so long, and he penetrated her fully before pulling out for a split second, only to slam himself back inside of her. He started fucking her slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then ramming his cock back into her very quickly.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He moaned softly.

“Yeah… So good….”

He slammed into her.
Hard
. His hips slapped against her ass cheeks as he began railing the hell out of her; pummeling her hard and deep with his big hard dick. She felt him squeeze her chunky ass cheeks together as she gripped onto the comforter and pressed her face into it to muffle her loud moans and screams. Alexandra had never been fucked so hard in her life, and Miles’ dick felt like it could break metal the way it penetrated her so hard and deep.

He quickly twisted her onto her stomach while somehow managing to keep his cock deep in her pussy, and then began railing her missionary style as he spread her legs back over her head and crashed himself into her repeatedly. His tongue bobbed out of his mouth and he licked his lips as he stared at Alexandra’s big tits, and then he crouched down and began sucking on them while he made sure to keep the fast, aggressive pace of his cock pumping in and out of her.

The sweet juices of her pussy ran down her ass cheeks and onto the bed as Miles’ dick made sopping wet noises with each thrust, and he seemed to become harder than ever when Alexandra began to climax. She came all over his glistening shaft and hanging balls as she threw her head back and felt my eyes roll back into their sockets in absolute ecstasy.

“Oh my
God
…” She muttered breathlessly as she felt his lips press against hers and his tongue burst between her lips and make its way into her mouth which he explored hungrily like the nasty pervert he was.

Alexandra pressed her tongue against his and swirled it around as he recoiled from the kiss, and began squeezing her tits as he sucked on them once again while keeping her right leg held high up into the air to allow himself to penetrate her balls deep.

“Fuck me even harder.” She yelped.

His pace quickened to that of an Olympic medalist as he grabbed both of Alexandra’s legs and swayed his hips back and forth; pumping in and out of her tight dripping honey pot with his big shaft, and hitting all the right spots. Alexandra felt so dirty, so violated, and so loved at the same time. Miles’ face blazed with intensity as he continued to pummel into her pussy while he reached down and squeezed her ass cheeks as his back straightened up. The muscles in his chest tightened and relaxed, and all the little lines of definition were visible through the glistening sweat covering his tan, hard body.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he moaned, “I’m going to come in you, and this time it’s going to be an even bigger load than before.”

“I want your cum…” She groaned.

His abs formed into the most chiseled six pack Alexandra had ever seen as he pulled back and rammed himself into her so hard that she felt herself sliding back on the comforter all the way to the headboard. They were all the way on the bed now after having started on the end of it, and her head slapped lightly against the wooden headboard as Miles pounded her hard and fast with his big alpha cock.

It was so hard inside of her that it felt like she was being fucked by a steel rod, and she reached up to grip his muscular back as she pulled him closer and licked his gorgeous lips. He was dripping sweat and so was she, and she felt her body tighten up as her bad boy husband brought her to another incredible orgasm.

“Oh
, fuck
!” She screamed.

The two raunchy lovebirds weren’t even trying to hide their loudness at that point; by then Alexandra was certain the rest of the men had already left the cabin to give them some much needed privacy. Her sweet juices dripped slowly out of her plugged up pussy as Miles’s dick suddenly froze inside of her while his muscles clenched up as he let out a deep, raspy groan.

His warm flow of cum blew hard inside of her and she smiled with pleasure as she felt him mark her with his manhood. He pulled out shakily and she watched his cock tremble slightly as a few extra drips fell onto her crotch, before he pulled himself away and crawled off the bed.

“You alright after that?” He smiled.

“Yeah. Let’s take a shower, I feel so dirty now.”

“Me too, we’re filthy… God, that was so much fun.” He bent down and kissed her on the cheek as she took his head in her hand and rubbed his upper neck. He was so sweaty, and his muscles were so tight from the workout that their sex ended up being.

It was incredible, and she could still feel his cum deep in her body. He helped her get off the bed with his strong arms and carried her over his shoulder out the bedroom door and into the shower. The house was empty, luckily, because they were both butt naked still.

Miles set her down onto her feet once they got to the bathroom, and she climbed into the shower. Her pussy was so sore. She smiled when she thought about how intense and dirty the pair of them were.

“Make it hot, sweetie. Let’s get all this sweat off of us. It’s going to feel good to shower with you,” he said as he laughed softly.

Alexandra turned the knob, and as the hot spray beat down on their bodies she wrapped her arms around him and savored the moment. He was so special, so tender hearted, and so protective. She knew then that she had hit the jackpot when it came to getting the right husband. Tall, muscular, and handsome as could be. Her man was the best, and she knew he always would be. He turned her around and began rubbing her back down with a bar of soap and his gentle fingers, as he lathered her up while kissing her neck.

“Thank you for everything… Thank you for being in my life,” Miles whispered in her ear.

“Thank you for finding me,” she giggled, “And rescuing me from all the bad shit that’s gone on.”

“It was meant to be,” he muttered softly, “You and me, I guess.”

His hand moved down to her legs which he began to lather up as well, as the hot water streamed the soapy suds off her back. She watched him work with his hands to clean her up and it was just so sweet. She’d never had a man do something so small and yet so meaningful. He wasn’t just doing it for her though; he was doing it for him… Because he knew he needed to be sweeter. Because he’d always be a bad boy, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be gentle and kindhearted to the one he loved. Because he loved touching her, feeling her, seeing her. He loved her body, and her heart - and he made her learn to appreciate it herself.

“I never thought I’d be the marriage type, you know?” Miles said.

“I never thought I’d be the marriage type either. But here we are, right?”

“Here we are.”

She looked down at the bad boy and he returned the glance. He was rubbing on her thighs as the shower head beat water down his inked up shoulders. He winked at her, and she winked back. They were safe here, or at least, as safe as it would get for a professional assassin and his bride. When life returned to normal, perhaps they’d return to Los Angeles.

Or perhaps not.

Life might always be a rollercoaster with this hunk, but it’s going to be worth every damn second of the unknowing.

She stared at him with wonder in her eyes. He held her foot softly in his big, strong hand.

She was going to lose herself in his gorgeous eyes
.

**

EPILOGUE

**

It had been a good trip after the violence had died down. There was no more action, which, for Miles, was slightly disappointing. He was a man who thrived on action and suspense, but he knew deep down that the lack of action meant safety. No one else came for them, although they stayed hidden for the weeks and months after. No one arrived. No cops, no assassins, no one working for Gulliver.

It seemed that once Gulliver died, his other men went their separate ways, moving on and away from the man they’d once worked for. And in return, Miles and Alexandra could return to the beginnings of their “normal” life in Los Angeles.

“How’s it feel, honey?” Miles asked his wife on a sunny, warm morning. They had only arrived a few days prior, having spent the previous eight months in the hills of Oregon. They’d damn near stayed a couple times too; it had been so nice and peaceful there.

But Miles thrived in the big city, and felt at home. There was little need for a man of his caliber with his skill set, and yet Miles knew he would no longer operate as a hitman. Other jobs, sure. He didn’t mind getting his hands dirty, and he even considered becoming a private investigator. But now that he had a family, being an assassin was too risky, as well as morally questionable.

He looked down at his wife as she cradled their child in her arms. She looked up at him and the sunlight beamed on her face, “It feels incredible,” she said.

“Tell me about it,” Miles smiled.

“Did you ever think it would get to this? Be this peaceful?”

“I had my doubts. But I knew I’d do whatever I could to make sure it did. I wanted us to have a good life, and now I’m leaving all of my past behind me.”

“I’m glad I got to know you when you were bad.”

“Oh, I’m still bad, baby. I’m just keeping it sheltered, for the sake of my family. For you, and for our loving child.”

Miles kissed her on the forehead and stroked her hair. He looked down at his son and beamed at him, feeling a wave of disbelief that he’d produced something so pure, so innocent. He would raise this child right, with the help of his incredible wife.

The End

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