Bad Boy Revelation (Alpha Bad Boy Book 1) (2 page)

"I want you." My whisper circled around his ear.

"Go." His voice was loud and insistent, causing my body to shake.

He turned to walk away.

"You fucking pussy." The words came out unfiltered, a natural response to my disappointment. I didn't usually speak that way but he made me irrational. I had to have him. I would goad him to take me if necessary.

I didn't even see him turn it happened so fast. My back pounded into the wall and his rough, calloused hand was wrapped around my throat, squeezing off my air supply. I tried to say something else and he wrenched my neck tighter, so that words couldn't escape. His free hand went straight to my pussy and yanked my panties to the side. He worked two large fingers knuckle-deep inside of me.

I moaned at the pleasure and squeezed tight around him, needing more, wanting him deeper. My hips ground into him. I tried to push his fingers farther inside of me. His eyes grew wide and crazed as his hand gripped my throat harder and his forehead pressed into mine, his rock hard giant cock pressing against my stomach. He looked down to his fingers and then stared back into my eyes.

"You've never been fucked properly."

It wasn't a question. It was a moment of revelation. He sighed and leaned into me. I felt his pecs press into my large soft tits, my pearled nipples rubbing against the ridges of his muscles when he moved. I ground my hips once again, trying to get his fingers deeper, but he yanked them from my pussy and eyed me with a malevolent look as he jammed his fingers into my mouth. I licked and sucked them as his eyes rolled back in his head. He let out labored sign and returned his devilish gaze to mine.

"Get the fuck out. Now."

My eyes burned with tears as I realized he meant it. Why? I knew it was bullshit. So why was he doing this? His cock wouldn't be hard if he didn't want to fuck me. I could tell by looking at him that he'd had plenty of women. I was the one with something to lose, not him. Nobody else was here. Nobody would see. Was it because he was trying to be good? I scoffed.

"Coward." I growled at him as I turned and ran from the room, swiping my shoes on the way and pounding down the stairs.
Fuck him. Fuck my life. Why am I so fucked up?

I felt the guilt of the cross beating down on my back as I ran through the sanctuary and out the front door.  I knew I was forgiven, but I couldn't control myself. And I wouldn't in the future.

***

It was Sunday and I was hugging and greeting all the old church members who welcomed me home from college. My pussy was still on fire from Bryce's fingers and he hadn't even stuck them in all the way. Suddenly, I could feel Bryce's presence. He was somewhere in the sanctuary. I wanted to see him. I could still feel his rough, hard fingers lodged halfway inside of me. My skin pebbled at the thought and I could feel my wetness on my thighs. It was exhilarating, a rush of euphoria radiating into my clit. I needed that huge cock inside of me, owning me, marking me.

I sat down on the front row, watching my father give the sermon. He yelled and got people fired up. There were 'amens' and 'yeses' and 'praise the Lords' that erupted to the rafters as his voice grew louder. It was a Baptist church after all. And then, I saw him.

He was in the corner. I caught the silhouette of his beard and then his large muscular frame. I felt his eyes on me. A sharp pain pierced my belly like a shard of ice. He was watching me, again.

Heat ballooned in my chest and my palms were damp. Everyone's eyes were glued on Dad as I watched Bryce, stalking me from the corner, owning me with his stare. I was sitting on the end of the pew in the front row, where my family always sat so that Dad could come down and sit next to us when others would take the pulpit.

Without thinking, I spread my legs for Bryce, revealing my bare pussy I'd shaved the night before. I wanted it fresh and pure for when he decided to finally have his way with me. I fantasized about the pleasure, his hands in my hair, him driving that huge length of cock inside me over and over, digging his fingers in my hips and gripping my throat. My hand moved down to my pussy, my head on a swivel making sure I wasn't found out.

Dad was staring off to the back wall like always. He focused on it and I knew he wouldn't see me. At this point, I didn't care. I was tired of hiding what I was, who I was. As far as I was concerned, God gave me this curse. I had to have Bryce and I'd do anything to get what I wanted. My body wouldn't rest until it'd felt him claim me.

I teased at my swollen bump, goading him on while he sat in the corner. He fisted his hands at his sides, his breaths heaving and falling as his broad chest expanded and receded rapidly. I looked over at him and winked, then shimmied my skirt back down.

Dad's eyes grew wide and a smile spread on his face. I turned back, knowing his concentration was rarely broken. It was Brian and his family, late as usual. Brian smiled at me and I could practically feel the heat from Bryce's stare, knowing Brian's smile drove him insane.

I was promised to Brian, but he didn't have what I needed. He couldn't give me what I wanted. But I would use him. Oh, would I ever use him to get Bryce to do naughty things to me. To get him to spread me so hard I couldn't breathe.

***

After the service I walked up to Brian in the parking lot. He was a complete douche. I knew he'd probably fucked ten girls inadequately last semester. He still portrayed himself perfectly to the right people in town. The 'good boy' routine. He had it mastered.

I followed him to his car so we could talk and catch up on the last four months of our life. I'd spoken to him on the phone a few times, but we both knew the deal. It would've been unfair if I'd actually wanted a life with him. I'd have been the good, Godly wife. He was a playboy, partying and fucking, nights at the frat house, and hungover during weekend trips to make appearances in town.

"So..."

"So, how many girls did you sleep with this semester?"

I had to piss him off, in case Bryce was watching, though I no longer felt his eyes on me.

Brian gripped my forearm, not nearly hard enough for my liking. He could never please me the way I needed. If he'd known my secret it would turn him on, but the sex would be vanilla. He was a pretty boy who couldn't back up his reputation at school.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Who are you?"

"What?" I giggled at him, at his grip on my arm.

"You know what? This isn't you."

I had to amp up the tension. I had to piss him off. "Well, I mean, you get to fuck whoever you want. I get to be the good girl who pretends you're not an asshole. We might as well cut to the chase."

"You need to shut your mouth. People are watching us." His jaw clenched as he grinded his teeth.

Cars were filing out of the parking lot, on their way to the local buffet to stuff their faces after Dad just gave a sermon on sin. They were oblivious. They only focused on the sins that affected them and pointed out everyone else's faults.

"I don't care who is watching. If I have to be stuck with a bitch, I will say what I please." I folded my arms across my chest.

"Who the fuck are you calling a bitch?" He shoved me against his car, again not hard enough. He ground his mediocre dick into my skirt like he was a badass. "Yeah, you'll get this cock one day. Whenever I feel like giving it to you." He leaned into my ear. "And you'll share me with whoever else I feel like giving it to. If you know what's good for your family."

I scoffed, like ruling a small town made him some kind of royalty. He had a temper and it might've been a turn on if he wasn't five foot eight and looked like a high school boy. His anger made him seem less of a man and more like a spoiled trust fund brat.

"Oh, are you going to hurt me? What kind of damage can you do with that pencil dick between my legs? Tell me." I paused and sighed as I watched his face turn bright pink. "Fucking pussy."

We were alone in the parking lot now. Everyone had left. I could practically feel the heat rushing into his red cheeks.

He reared back and slapped me across the face. It was just short of a mild annoyance. I giggled. He reached back to hit me again and a large hand gripped him around the wrist. He doubled over in pain as the giant fingers dug into him.

When he fell at the waist I saw the face of what I wanted. Bryce looked angry, fucking furious truth be told. He leaned down and growled into Brian's ear. "Don't ever touch what is mine." His voice was deep and throaty and hot as all fuck. My legs quivered and my pussy was on fire watching Brian cower beneath him. I brushed my sweaty palms down my skirt, and I was actually a bit jealous. I wanted Bryce's hands on me, roughing me up instead of Brian. Bryce stalking me like I was his property made my insides tremble and my pulse race.

"Get off me you fucking neanderthal!" Brian yelped, his cries showing the bitch he really was.

Bryce slammed him against the car. The large beast's chest rose and fell in huge waves.

"Who the fuck are you?" Brian trembled as Bryce's large hand gripped him around the throat, his eyes like lasers on him, looking like he might just kill him. I looked over at the motorcycle and imagined riding it with my arms wrapped around him. I glanced back to Bryce, feeling the tension in the air. Even the fabric of his shirt warred with itself at the seams, threatening to burst as Brian's face turned pale, his lips shaded a lightened purple.

"You're going to pay for this." He managed to mumble as Bryce gripped him tighter. "You can have that fucking slut."

A wave of energy ripped through Bryce at the sound of Brian's poor attempt at an insult. My hero's veins bulged in his neck, his biceps growing into chiseled stone that I wanted to dig my fingernails into.

His head rocketed forward and pummeled Brian's nose. The blood. Oh my God, the blood sent electric jolts into my needy cunt as I gasped. I thought I might come as Brian crumpled to an unconscious pile of inadequacy, slumped against his black Lincoln Navigator on the pavement. Blood pulsed from his nose and flowed down, seeping into his dress clothes. I never thought two men fighting over me would turn me on the way it did.

I stood there, trembling in fear and lust as Bryce turned his gaze to me. His ice blue eyes like rays from heaven that stimulated every nerve in my body. My stomach roiled in anticipation, butterflies swarming my core. He gripped me around my small waist, crushing my ribs as he threw me onto his shoulder.

I fought against him, wanting him to fight for me. Wanting him to give me everything I needed.

"Let go of me you fucking animal!" I dug my nails into his back as his shoulder crushed against my ribs.

I squealed and fought, ripping his shirt up to expose my Lord on his back, examining every detail of his ink. I clawed at my Savior, scratching at his face and chest when I felt the breeze across my bare ass from Bryce yanking the hem of my skirt up to my waist. My nails dug harder and then I felt it, my moment at Pentecost, the closest thing I'd ever felt to knowing God. His hand landed on my ass hard as he grunted. My whole body jolted. I felt it in my bones as they rattled inside me, pain ripping up from my ass to my neck. My slick cunt pooled with need, almost to the point of a spiritual climax.

"Sit still and shut your mouth."

His words boomed in my ear but I squirmed once again under his control. I needed more, and I got it. Just when the pain started to subside, his hand marked me again and I screamed as he kicked open the doors of the church into the main foyer. Heat rushed into my face and also between my thighs. I fought against his grip as I relished in the fact of how rough he was with me. Was this the moment? Was this when he'd finally take me? Make me his?

I wanted to fall to my knees and worship him and my God while he fucked me from behind. I wanted to taste the length of his cock as I sucked on it. I wanted him to own my body, my flesh, me.

I kicked and screamed. Knowing nobody could hear me made me need it more. The fear, oh my God, the fucking fear had my pussy quivering with want. Trembling with need. His fingers bruising my ribs, the mystery of him, what he'd seen, the evil things he'd done — had me on the edge of spiritual enlightenment.

He tossed me against the wall and pressed me into it. My large breasts and tight nipples rammed into the drywall. A picture of Christ was above me and I prayed to it, harder than I'd ever prayed in my life.
Give me this. Let me have it please, Lord, I beg of you. Grant me this need.

It was pure blasphemy, but I didn't care. My mind was not grounded. Then I felt his breath tickle my ear. "You want it rough?"

I nodded, biting at my lip.

"How bad do you want it?"

"Please, give it to me, Bryce. I need it. I need you."

"That's right. You need a man's dick, don't you."

He ripped my top apart, and then his palms crushed my large breasts, too big for his hands even. My bra was a tangled mess, wrapped around my nipples, squeezing them tight as his hands ran to my skirt and yanked it down my ass, leaving me bare.

Then he pressed his hips into me, his chest driving me into the wall, all the air rushing from my lungs. I pawed at the Lord's picture. Slapping and clawing at it.

"You're gonna scream both of our names before this is over."