Bad Girls Do It Better (Bad Boy Billionaire Romance) (23 page)

“Me too, Sarabelle. I’m gonna cum with you.”

Before I knew what was happening, she pressed both hands against my chest, pushing me away from her. Her eyes were wide with determination as a wicked smile grew across her face.

“What the hell?” I asked.

She didn’t reply. She only put a finger over my lips, silencing me instantly. She turned me around, pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on next to me. She kissed me softly while running her fingers through my hair before placing her hand on the back of my head and pressing her body against mine. Each kiss gradually building in intensity as I groaned. She grabbed shoulder and pushed me up against the pillows. One of her hands found its way down to my cock before she wrapped it around my thickness. Moving from my lips, she started kissing down to my chin and neck, stopping to nuzzle on my collarbone. At the same time, she was using her hand to stroke my hard shaft, which was still slick with her juices.

She took the thick head of my cock into her hot, waiting mouth and ran her tongue along the length of my shaft, paying special attention to my sensitive, swollen tip. As she went, she twisted her hand a little, making the skin around my shaft taut as she continued to tantalize me. Her other hand eventually made its way down between her own legs in an attempt to satisfy her aching pussy. Her fingers were working at her swollen clit, causing a wet spot to form on the sheets beneath her. I placed my hand on the back of her head, entwining her hair in my fingers before pushing her down, making her take my length further and deeper into her mouth and down her throat. She looked up at me with desire in her eyes. Slowly, she removed my cock from her mouth before she started to kiss back up my body, nibbling at my defined hips, kissing my washboard abs and muscular chest before making her way up to my neck and ears.

She leaned in as close to me as she could and whispered, “I want to make you cum,” as she gently squeezed my cock. Then, leaning over to my other ear, she continued, “but not quite yet.”

“You’re killing me,” I replied.

She ran her nails down my chest and followed that up with kisses before looking up at me with a curious face.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“I was just wondering what you thought about eating my pussy.”

“What do you mean? I enjoyed every minute it.”

“Did you really? Did you love it? Was it great or was it just okay? I think this is something we need to revisit.”
 

Before I had a chance to properly reply, she started to straddle my face, positioning her sopping wet pussy right over my mouth. All I could do was wrap my hands around her thighs and pull her tightly against my face, feasting on her. Soon, her knees were trembling and she was pulling herself away from me.

I think she must have been getting close because she moved away from my face and down to my cock, taking it in her hand and slowly guiding it into her waiting hole. I looked up to watch every inch of my manhood disappearing into her and filling her completely. With both of her hands pressed down on my chest, she tossed her head back and let out a loud moan before increasing her pace. Her breathing was quickening as she dug her nails into my shoulders.

“I’m close,” she whispered in labored breaths.

I grabbed hold of her hips, matching my thrusts to hers while her sloppy pussy was grinding faster and harder onto me. I could feel her getting tighter around me as she started to shudder.

“That’s it, baby. I’m gonna cum with you.”

“God yeah, cum inside me baby.”

“Tell me again. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to feel your cum deep inside of me. Fill my tight little pussy, baby.

She squeezed my ass in both of her hands, she pulled me deep inside of her as I started to tremble and filled her tight pussy, just like she had asked me to.

When we were done, we didn’t bother to wipe off. She slid off me and joined me next to the bed, placing her head on my shoulder. Turning my face to meet her, I kissed her softly before we both drifted off to sleep. I have no idea what came over her, but I liked it.

Sarabelle 

I’d had yet another fantastic night with Christian. The prior night was a lot more intense than any of the nights we’ve spent together but I’ll just blame that on the alcohol and call it a day. It was fun being able to explore different sides of my sexuality. Being spanked was something I thought I would hate but I found out that I actually like it. I felt like I was playing a character that was the complete opposite of me. I’m normally a pretty good girl but there I was, being punished like a bad girl. It made me realize that I wanted to experiment even more with him. If I liked his spankings, what else would I like?

I’m sure Christian is probably feeling a bit confused by my actions. He’s never seen me so aggressive and while I’m sure he loved it, he’s probably wondering what in the fuck happened to me. The truth is, I spent the day practicing how I was going to tell him about Kade. I was going to go into this long spiel, explaining everything that had happened and what he had said to me. I was sure Christian was going to be upset but I didn’t know if he was going to be more upset with Kade or with me for going along with it. To calm my nerves, I figured the best thing for me would be to go to a bar and have a few drinks. That’s what my sister does when she is nervous or anxious. Hell, she will use just about any excuse to drink but those are two occasions that I know of. That might not sound like much of a problem for most people but it is for me. I don’t drink. I’ve never been much of a drinker and I was already pretty tipsy before Christian got to the bar. All of the things I planned to talk to him about disappeared from my head and we decided to drink more instead. Now that I’m sober,  I can’t stop thinking about Kade and his threats. I even tried to talk to Christian about it the following morning but the words wouldn’t come off my tongue so I always changed the subject to something more pleasant.

Eventually, I got out of bed and jumped in the shower to get cleaned up. While washing my hair, I could smell bacon cooking. Christian was making me breakfast. I couldn’t help but think about how sweet that was. Here was this bad boy with all the money in the world and he was cooking breakfast for me. Sure enough, there was bacon, eggs, toast, orange juice and coffee waiting for me when I got out.

“I thought you might be a little hungry after last night,” Christian said as I emerged from the bathroom and into the kitchen.

“Thank you. I’m starving.”

“I also put a couple aspirin on the table for you in case, you know, you might have a headache or something.”

He was right. I did have a headache. My head felt like it was a chunk of meat that had been beaten with a meat tenderizer. In other words, my brain felt like it was going to come out my ears. I grabbed the aspirin immediately and slammed them down with my orange juice. Christian laughed and shook his head.

“What are your plans for the day?” Christian asked.

“I don’t really have any. Did you have something in mind?”

“Well, it’s actually pretty nice out today. Not as cold as usual. You think you might want to hang around here with me for a while. We can go for a walk and then maybe out for lunch?”

“That sounds good to me.”

“Great! Let me go and get washed up and we’ll head outside. There're a few things I’d like to show you out there.”

Christian went off to jump in the shower while I sat at the table sipping my coffee and reading the entertainment section of the newspaper. Some good movies were coming out that I really wanted to see and wondered if Christian would be up for seeing them. I’ve always been a fan of horror movies but everyone in my life hates them. No matter how much I beg, I can never get anyone to go see one with me. My sister is the worst. She wants everyone to think she’s tough as nails but if you put her inside a movie theater while a horror flick is on, you’ll find her watching the movie while hiding her face behind her fingers. It’s hilarious really. Maybe my boyfriend wouldn’t be a wuss and would actually take me.

Once Christian got out of the shower and got dressed, I grabbed my jacket and we went out to walk around the property. I have always been amazed at the size of his estate. Much of the land, although nicely taken care of and well manicured, was left relatively unused. Christian had a lot of ideas for it and he wanted my opinion on a lot of it. One thing that he was interested in was horses. Apparently his sisters had always wanted horses when they were little but could never have one because they lived in a house with no land and they didn’t have any money. He thought it would be a nice gesture to buy some horses and let his sisters train them and ride them whenever they wanted. He also had a number of ideas of ways he could use other parts of his land to generate income, although he was torn on doing so because he didn’t want to mix his personal space with business. We were having a nice conversation when his cell phone began to ring.

“Of course my phone would ring now,” he said as he looked at the caller ID. “Shit, this is a very important client. I really need to take this. Can you give me a few minutes?”

“Sure,” I replied.

He gave me a kiss on the cheek before walking back towards the house to take his call. It must have been one of his big clients because he usually lets calls go to voice mail when the two of us are together. I figured he would be back out shortly so I continued my walk, knowing he would come find me when he was done. I was smelling some of the flowers that were planted when I came across some honeysuckle. I loved them when I was a kid. My sister and I used to pull out the pistil of the flower and rest it on our tongue, enjoying the sweet taste on a hot summer afternoon. The memory made me smile and had me yearning for the good old days of my youth. The days before my parents were gone and my family was happy. As I turned around to walk back to the house, I was surprised to find myself face to face with a woman.

“What do we have here? You must be the new flavor of the week, aren’t you darling?” she said, sounding more condescending than genuine.

“Excuse me? Who are you?” I asked, extremely confused.

“I’m Raina. Who else were you expecting?”

“Raina? Do I know you?”

“Play your games little girl. I’m sure Christian has mentioned my name to you many times.”

“I’m sorry but I’ve never heard of you. Do you need to see him? I can get him for you.”

“I don’t need you to get him for me. I’m more than capable of going in there and getting him myself. I do have a key to the house after all.”

“Okay?” I said, growing more confused by the second. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Sweetie, there’s nothing you can do for me at all. I just wanted to let you know that you are no different than all the other girls that end up in Christian’s bed. Before you know it, he’ll grow tired of you and toss you to the side. When that happens, he’ll be coming right back to me. You just watch. He will always come back to me. He loves me and I love him. He’s mine. We  belong together and the faster you realize that, the better it will be for everyone involved.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Every time I started to allow myself to get close to this man, something would happen that would suggest that I was making a huge mistake. The thing with his sister was an obvious miscommunication but this? A woman was standing right in front me telling me that she had a key to Christian’s house and that I would be tossed to the side just like the others. I tried to be strong but ultimately broke down and started to cry.

“You’re pathetic,” the woman said to me. “Christian needs a strong woman in his life. I can’t believe you could actually think he would want to be with someone like you long-term. Look at you crying and wallowing in your self-pity. Why not save yourself some heartache and just leave now? I’ll even call a driver to pick you up.”

I wanted to argue and tell her she was wrong but was she? Every word she said suddenly made a lot of sense to me. Could I really expect to keep Christian happy? I wasn’t one of these wild girls that he usually hung around with. Maybe this Raina was on to something. If he was just going to get tired of me eventually and run back to her, I might as well let them be together and step out of the picture.

Raina called a car for me and it was there within five minutes. I debated what I should do but ultimately chose to get into the car and head for home. I left in tears, sure that my relationship with Christian was over.