Bad Boy Revelation (Alpha Bad Boy Book 1) (3 page)

His words damn near made me faint. I'd never been so aroused in my life. His rock hard cock pressed against my ass. His fingers dug into my hips. I could also feel his restraint, and his want. He wanted me so fucking bad I could feel it in his touch, but I could also feel that he was torn. He was trying to keep from defiling me in the church, in the presence of God.

I pressed my ass back into him. "Take it! It's yours."

He groaned and I heard his hand whistle through the air. 
Crack!

His palm on my ass lifted me to my toes and I cried out.
Fuck!

"H-harder." I was shaking uncontrollably. Fuzzy stars were in my vision from the stings, but my pussy wanted more. I still felt his reluctance.

"Spank me again. Please!" I drew out my syllables as he backed away. I turned to him in a flash, my breasts bouncing, my bare shaven cunt exposed to him. I leaned back against the wall as I rubbed my pussy, goading him on. "Mark me, Bryce. I want you to mark me as yours."

Bryce grabbed at his dick over his pants and groaned, then glanced up at Jesus. I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I bit down on his shoulder, anything to bring him back to me. I clawed into his back and ripped his shirt up over his head before grinding my tight wet cunt into his lower stomach. The ridges of his defined abdomen on my clit had electric pulses jolting my core.

I stared into his eyes, showing him my soul and it pushed him past the edge. He rammed my back into the wall and his hand gripped my hair. His lips pressed into mine, hard. His tongue searched for my lips to part but I held them shut, not letting him in. His arms tightened around me as he pushed me harder against the wall. My mouth parted, opening up to him. Our tongues intertwined and I moaned into his mouth, before our faces separated.

"Please let me have it!" I ground my hips into him once more, up his ripped stomach.

His eyes were hungry and his fingers dug into my ass.

He let go and my feet found the floor. His hand fisted my hair and two of his fingers slipped into my hot cunt. I arched my breasts into him, his fingers putting me on the brink of orgasm.

He plunged them deeper and I squeezed my pussy as I moaned his name repeatedly. His fingers tightened in my hair and forced my head down, sending me to my knees. My eyes grew wide at the outline of his head trying to burst from his pants. I yanked them down and it sprang to life, free from captivity.

He leaned into my ear. "Open your fucking mouth and swallow what I give you."

I shook my head as he yanked me back against the wall.

"Your defiance only prolongs the inevitable." His hand fisted his cock, more inches than I could possibly take still escaping his grip. He slapped my cheek with it and a smile spread across his face. I wanted it in my mouth, my throat. I wanted him to gag me with it.

I resisted him again as he pressed it to my lips. His fingers moved to my cheeks, crushing them together as the head of his dick tried to part my lips. "Open your mouth, now!" His roar rumbled through the open doors and into the sanctuary. His fingers dug into the tendons of my jaw, forcing my lips to part as he pushed his cock into my throat.

His head flew back and my eyes watered as I gagged. It was like heaven. He released my cheeks and fisted my hair as he fucked my mouth at the pace he determined. My tongue swirled in a fury on his dick as he pulled it from the back of my throat and pressed it in my cheek. He smacked his palm on the outline of his dick as it lodged itself into the in the side of my mouth.

I loved the way he tasted, how his cock felt in my mouth. I wanted to take all of it, as far as I could, and have him come in mouth, or my pussy, or both. I lunged at him, trying to take it all in my mouth and his hand yanked me back by the hair, to the point his tip was on my teeth. I barely bit down, enough to tease him with the fact he might lose a bit of his power.

Both of his hands were instantly in my hair, tugging hard as he drove his dick in and out of my throat, gagging me to the point I couldn't breathe, relentless, just like I wanted. I loosened my jaw and squeezed my cheeks around him as he fucked my face and yanked my head forward as he thrust into my mouth. I was about to pass out, my vision was blurry. I wanted to prove to him how much I loved what he was doing to me. I lurched forward, taking him fully in my mouth as I gagged and shook, struggling to breathe, my cheeks pressed against his pelvis. I wanted it to stay in my throat. I didn't want it to leave.

He finally released me and I sucked in huge waves of air, my lungs ballooning to capacity over and over. He yanked me up to my feet from under my arms, his fingers destined to leave bruises. He threw me back against the wall and ran his fingers down to where I needed them, his face in my ear, his beard scratching against my shoulder.

"Take it! It's yours! Fuck me! I want it." My words were a jumbled mess as I panted.

He smacked my ass with one hand, the other gripping one of my breasts as he sucked on my neck. His hands gripped under my ass and lifted me up the wall. He pulled me slightly toward him, giving him the angle he needed, my ass now parallel to the floor, my back pressed hard against the wall. The head of his dick teased against my clit and he rocked his hips up, sliding it back and forth, coating his entire length with the wetness that streamed from my slick, needy cunt.

"You're about to come on my dick, aren't you?"

I nodded.

"Naughty little bitch. Do it, now." His throaty command made me clench and tighten in ways I never had as I convulsed on his dick, a haze in my vision as the orgasm ripped through my thighs and my trembling legs wrapped around him.

"Forgive me, Father." His eyes were trained on Jesus in the portrait as he thrust his cock to the hilt, drilling into my hot pussy. I watched his eyes roll back as the pleasure shot through my core and the ecstasy of release squeezed me tighter on the massive cock now impaling me against the wall. I mumbled inaudible words, convinced I was speaking in tongues as the light grew bright, blinding me momentarily. I swear in that moment, I saw God, felt His presence around me, and then stared at Bryce as his eyes devoured me.

I worshipped his face in my mind, his beard, his eyes, his body. I leaned back into the wall, arching my hips as orgasm after orgasm tore through me. I let out a squeal, followed with a gasp.

My sounds fueled his hips as he jackhammered my cunt, groaning and digging his nails into my ass. The sound of his hips pounding me, smacking my wet folds, echoed through the room as I cried out.

His cock grew harder — how, I don't know — as I felt him plunge into me.

He drove me harder and harder as I clenched once more and shook like an epileptic, never knowing this type of feeling was possible.

"Oh God! Oh Bryce! Fuckk!" I yelped as his hands marked me, his fingers bruising me. I looked up to his eyes and came again on his name, the words blasting forth from my tongue. He drove in and up as I slammed against the wall, all the breath flying from my lungs. I tried to scream but the words didn't come out as I heard him grunting into my ear. He was a machine, a possessed demon on the verge of releasing all of his evil into me.

His teeth clamped on my shoulder and his cock kicked deep inside of me. Hot spurts of come filled me to the brim. His body pressed against me, hard. He pushed his cock even farther into me, something I thought wasn't truly possible. His fingers dug harder into my ass, and his breath was hot in my ear.

"I'm not done with you yet."

Holy shit!

I barely had time to process the fact I was about to get fucked again when my feet hit the floor and he flipped me around. His head was against mine, pressing my cheek flat against the wall, and he wrenched my hands behind me and pinned my wrists back with one hand.

His free hand smacked me on the ass. The sharp sting and his grip on my wrists had me panting and moaning.

"You like being spanked?"

"Mmhmm." I nodded.

"You ever been fucked from behind?" I felt his cock sliding through the folds of my pussy, rubbing against my clit and my knees buckled under me. He hooked his large arm through both of mine and pulled me up to his chest, his mouth next to my ear once more. His free hand took one of my breasts, rolling my tight nipple between his thumb and index finger before gripping it full.

"These tits make my cock so fucking hard."

His words were like raw sex and I needed him in me. I wanted him from behind. It's how he always fucked me in my fantasies.

His arm was still hooked through both of mine and his forearm pressed into my back, forcing me to bend over for him. I didn't fight it this time.

The crest of his cock teased around my entrance as he held my arms tight. I tried to push back into him and he slapped my ass again. My gasp rang out through the foyer.

I felt the tip part my lips, and then he pressed in a little farther, until he was about halfway in and then pulled back, almost leaving me, before his hand fisted my hair and he drove into me fully. It was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced in my life, hitting every spot completely, going deeper than any mad had before.

I jolted, breasts wobbling in a million directions every time he thrust into me. My moans turned to squeals as he increased the tempo and gripped my hair tighter. God, I loved his hand in my hair. Suddenly I was becoming lightheaded, shaking uncontrollably as he pistoned into me from behind. The wet smacking sounds from his pelvis ramming into my ass and thighs sounded like applause ringing out through the church. I clamped down on him, shaking and squealing as he released my arms and they clawed into the drywall, and I came on his name once more.

"Bryce!"

It must have done something for him, because suddenly my chest was pressed against the wall and he was in my ear, shoving his cock up into me as he rolled his hips against my ass. He moved my hair from the side of my face, his forehead pressing into the side of my head, above my ear. I felt his breath on my neck, his cock deep inside of my pussy. I tried to memorize what it felt like, every inch, every curve.

"Say my name again. Tell me to come for you."

His words were so fucking hot I could barely think straight.

"Come for me, Bryce."

He groaned, thrusting his hips harder, like he was on the brink of release.

"Come inside me, Bryce. I want it. Come inside your pussy."

I felt his cock jolt and his legs stiffen.

"Fuck!" He grunted and released once more, filling me with everything he had as I squeezed around him, milking every drop that I could. I didn't care that he came inside me. I loved him. I wanted him. I didn't know why, I just knew. I wanted to run away with him. I wanted to carry his baby.

I trembled against the wall, my shaking nails clacking against the drywall before scratching down it. His firm hands gripped me around the waist, but different this time. Not wanting to own me, but with just enough force to lift and turn me as he fell into me against the wall, breathing heavily. His forehead pressed into mine.

My breasts pressed into his brick wall of a chest, as a sheen of sweat coated both of our bodies. We were both completely spent, completely enthralled. His gaze was soft now, the evil purged from both of us, but some of it still swimming in his seed deep inside of me.

I stared into his eyes. They were warm and inviting. The edge of his lips curled the slightest bit as he pressed his chest into me with more force, still drawing heavy breaths.

I placed my hands on his hard, defined cheeks. "I love you."

I knew it sounded crazy, but it was true. I'd never said anything with more conviction. Never meant anything more than those words.

He smiled, an actual smile. The bad, mysterious man's grin grew wider. "I love you too, Esther."

Suddenly, sirens cut through our moment and I wanted to scream. I saw flashing lights in the distance.

"Run!" Bryce's words cut my moment in the clouds short.

"No!" I refused. I knew what this looked like. I stared at his body. It looked like he'd raped me, that I'd fought him.

"Run! Please!"

I shook my head.

He put his palms on my face, then moved them to my hips, lifting me to his mouth. He kissed me, long and hard. My head pressed against the wall again. I didn't want to leave. I was floating on air. No matter what, he had me. He had taken it all and I'd given it to him. Happiness enveloped me as our velvet tongues intertwined.

He sat me down and our lips parted. "Please, Esther. Run. I'll handle it."

I nodded and sprinted, not wanting to let him down. Not wanting to disappoint my first and only love.

I grabbed my tattered clothes and took off, running up the stairs to the balcony and hiding near a window. I peeked through the window as the police swarmed the place. Brian's Navigator followed.

Bryce looked up at me in the window, pain in his eyes that he tried to hide. Brian stood there, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face as they shoved Bryce down into the police car, his hands cuffed behind his back. I wanted Brian dead. I hated him. I turned to the cross and apologized in my mind.

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