BULL: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (8 page)

“What were you trying to do?”

“Take it up a notch, give you a deeper taste.”

“Do you go to those fights often?”

“No,” he admitted, “I don’t.”

“So what then?”

“I know the men who organize it, and I can promise you that there were a ton of pro ball players in that crowd tonight.”

I frowned, shaking my head. “I didn’t see any.”

“Were you really looking? There were hundreds of people in there. I spotted at least two.”

“Still, that was crazy.”

“Maybe, but that’s the world we live in. How’s that any different than football?”

“You wear pads. There are rules.”

“Sure, but the pads don’t do shit. We still give ourselves concussions and break bones all the time trying to destroy each other. Shit, girl, there’s no real difference between a man fighting another man with a baseball bat and two men tackling the shit out of each other on the football field. It’s all violence, but one is legal and has a ton of money behind it while the other is illegal and underground.”

“You can’t convince me that fighting with baseball bats is the same as playing football.”

“I didn’t say the same. I just don’t think they’re as different as you do.”

“Football has rules and tradition and honor. Maybe not to you, but to other people football means something.”

He laughed, smirking at me and shaking his head. I hated that condescending look, and I was inches away from smacking him.

Which was when I realized that I was inches away from him. Somehow during our argument we had moved closer to each other. I hated this man, despised him, thought everything he had to say about everything was wrong and twisted. His whole outlook on the world was so pessimistic and awful.

I still believed in the game. I believed that football was something special, that it could bring people together. I believed that it was the pinnacle of human physical fitness, that it was important. Bull couldn’t take that from me.

But he clearly thought that was all a joke. Sure, he went out there and played his hardest, but in the end he was just beating another guy with a baseball bat.

“Football doesn’t mean shit, princess,” he said. “Football is just money. That’s all anything is really. Money makes the fucking world go round.”

“There’s dignity. There’s honor.”

“It’s just money, Charley. You’ll see one day.”

I shook my head. “I won’t ever see it from your perspective. I’ll always believe.”

“That’s what I used to say.”

And then he kissed me. That arrogant piece of shit kissed me, right in the middle of our argument.

Intense shivers ran down my spine.

I smacked his chest and pushed him back. He grinned at me. I couldn’t believe he was doing that. The partition on the car was up, so the driver couldn’t see anything, but still.

“You asshole,” I said.

He grabbed me and pulled me against him.

“What are you afraid of?” he asked.

“The driver. I don’t know. You’re such an asshole.” I kissed him hard, my hands in his hair, pulling. He grunted and bit my lip, which only made me gasp and want to kiss him more. I straddled him and he grabbed my hips, pulling me down against him. He slapped my ass, hard, and I moaned as I bit his lip in return.

“You fucking dirty girl.” He pulled my hair back and kissed my neck. “This is what you really wanted, isn’t it?”

“No, you bastard,” I gasped. He felt my breasts and pulled the straps of my dress roughly down my shoulders before revealing my nipples. I gasped and moaned as he took my wrists and then sucked my nipples, holding my hands down against the seat.

I gasped and moaned, rolling my hips. I could feel his hard cock beneath me, and I realized it really was as big as that dildo, but harder. His tongue teased my nipples before finding my lips again, pulling my hands behind my back. He held them there with one massive hand and then grabbed my hair again.

He continued to kiss me as the hand that pulled my hair slowly moved down my body, pausing only to feel my breasts. He slowly moved down over my hips and found the hem of my dress, pushing it up.

I groaned as he began to rub my clit over my panties. I was soaking wet, losing my mind as he kept my hands firmly pinned behind my back. I kissed him hard, moaning and breathing deeply, losing myself as he worked my pussy. Bull was just so big, and he controlled me so easily. I felt so small as he easily held me in place and worked my clit. I moaned into his mouth, desperate for more. I felt so dirty and so damn angry at him. How dare he pin my arms back and pull my dress partway off?

But I loved it and couldn’t deny it. I wanted so much more as his fingers worked my clit. I rolled my hips, grinding down against him.

And then the car stopped. He pulled back from me, grinning, and I panicked.

“Are we there?”

“I think so,” he said, glancing out the window.

“Bull! Let me go!”

“Say please.”

I bit my lip. “Bull, don’t play around.”

“Say it.” His eyes were intense and on mine.

“Please.”

He released me. I quickly pulled my dress back up.

“Now invite me into your apartment.”

“Don’t be a dick,” I said. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re dripping wet and you want me to finish what I started. Invite me up.”

I bit my lip and stared into his deep green eyes. I wanted to slap him in the face and I wanted to kiss him again, and I genuinely couldn’t tell which one I wanted more.

“Come on,” I said. I opened the door and climbed out.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, getting out behind me. He slapped my ass and I turned to smack him. He caught my wrist.

“Asshole,” I said, and then kissed him again.

We kissed like that for a minute before he slowly broke away. He shut the door and nodded at the driver. The driver pulled off.

“Come on,” he said. “I’ll give you what you want. You just keep being a little bad girl. I like when you pretend to fight.”

I gaped at him as he walked inside. I followed him, so frustrated and angry, but I couldn’t say no to him right now. I realized that I was more excited than I’d ever been before. My heart was hammering in my chest, and any thoughts about my job or my article were completely gone.

All I could think about was how badly I hated this man, and how badly I needed to feel his thick cock between my legs.

I
shut
the door hard behind me and looked at her place.

“Nice,” I said, smirking at her.

She shrugged and looked so nervous. “It’s okay. Not what you’re used to, I guess.”

“Not bad, though.” I took a step toward her and she stepped away. “Getting shy all of a sudden?”

“No,” she said. “I mean, I don’t know.”

“Why did you invite me up here?”

“I don’t know,” she said again.

I closed the space between us and took her chin in my hand. “I’ll ask again. Why did you invite me up here?”

She paused for a second and bit her lip. “I guess I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Why would you stop yourself?”

“Because you’re bad news.”

I laughed softly. “You think so?”

“Everyone thinks so. You’re Bull Dixon. You’re the biggest asshole in the NFL.”

I laughed again, and her defiant stare only made me so much harder. “And you like that, don’t you?”

“No,” she whispered.

“Yes,” I said. “I know why you’re doing this. You want a taste of what it means to be bad. It makes you fucking wet.”

“I don’t. I can’t.”

“You do and you can.” I reached back and took a handful of her hair. “You are right now.”

“Bull.”

I tipped her head back and she gasped. I pulled her against my body, my other hand on the small of her back. She put her palms against my chest and groaned softly as I kissed her neck.

“You pretend like you want to be a good girl and follow all the rules. but when it comes down to it, you’re as dirty as everyone else. You can pretend all you want, but I see right through you, Charley.”

“I don’t know what I want,” she said, “but I know you’re an asshole.”

“I am, and you fucking like it.”

I kissed her hard and she kissed me back. I could tell she was practically quivering in my hands, aching for me to finally give her what she wanted.

But I wasn’t going to, not right away. Charley needed to be broken. I needed to make her see that she was dripping wet because of me. She wanted the bad boy, and I was going to fucking give it to her.

I roughly pulled the hem of her dress up over her hips. She gasped as I found her wet little cunt and began to rub it again.

“Shit,” she gasped.

“You’re dripping wet. You know that, right?”

“I know,” she groaned. “You already showed me that.”

“Good. I need you to understand. Your body doesn’t lie, Charley, not like you do.”

I kissed her neck and deftly yanked her panties down around her knees. I found her tight little pussy and pressed my fingers deep inside her.

She gasped, surprised. I grabbed her one arm and pulled it behind her back, roughly pulling her against me. I pressed my fingers deep inside her, slowly fucking her like that, and held her against me.

“Oh fuck, Bull,” she groaned. “You fucking jerk.”

“You want me to be gentle?” I asked.

She groaned and shook her head.

I pushed her over toward her couch and bent her over it, still holding her arm behind her back. I took her hair and pulled it back and then released her arm and pressed my fingers deep inside her again.

“Say it out loud.”

“What?” she gasped.

“Tell me you want it fucking rough. Tell me you want me to break you.”

“No,” she moaned.

I pulled her hair again. “Say it, Charley.”

“Break me,” she moaned.

“You fucking dirty girl.” I released her hair and then slapped her ass. She moaned as I slowly fucked her with my fingers and slapped her ass again. She went to struggle, but I held her arm down again, keeping her firmly there.

She looked over her shoulder at me, and that look made my cock even harder. It was angry but full of intense desire, like she was so fucking pissed off that I was making her give me what I wanted, but it felt too good to stop. I smirked at her and slapped her ass again.

“Look forward,” I commanded.

“Fuck you.”

I took her hair and turned her head. She let me, and I rewarded her by pressing my fingers deeper inside her while kissing her neck.

“Shit,” she groaned. “Bull, you fucking prick.”

“That’s right, insult me. Go ahead. Pretend like you don’t fucking love this.”

I grabbed her hips and spun her around. She stared at me, her mouth hanging open, and I bit her lip. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pushed her against me, kissing her hard.

I slowly released her and stepped back. “Get on your fucking knees.”

She shook her head. “No.”

“You’re going to suck my cock, Charley. You’re going to take me in your little throat.”

“Bull.”

I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I slipped them off and kicked them aside.

“Down on your knees.” I took her by the hair as she slowly got down in front of me. “Good girl. Let’s see what you can do.”

She gave me a look, pure hate and lust, and slowly pulled down my boxer briefs.

“Holy shit,” she said, taking my cock in her hand. “It wasn’t an exaggeration.”

I laughed and tipped her head back. “No more talking. Clearly you have a big job ahead of you.”

She went to work then, slowly sucking my cock. Her lips wrapped around my tip and slowly slid down along my shaft. She couldn’t take it all in her mouth, and I loved the way my cock filled her lips up. I pressed her down with my hands, making her take my fucking cock in her throat. She groaned as she began to work me faster, sucking my cock like a starving girl.

I fucking groaned, loving the way she sucked my cock. She pretended like she was some good, inexperienced girl, but clearly that wasn’t the case. She sucked me like she was born to take my fat cock between her lips, working my long shaft with her lips and tongue. She licked every inch of me and sucked the tip, working my thick shaft with both her hands.

I loved watching her jerk my shaft with her hands. It made her look fucking tiny, and that only made me so much harder. I could destroy this girl if I wanted, and maybe I did want to. Maybe I wanted to destroy her in such a way that she’d beg for more. She’d want me to break her over and over if it meant getting my cock between her lips.

I pressed her head down again and began to fuck her face. She didn’t resist, like I knew she wouldn’t. Charley was a fucking obedient little girl once you got her panties off. She’d do whatever I wanted her to do, and she’d do it willingly. I pressed my cock down her throat and let her take it. Then I slowly pulled back.

I tipped her head back and bent down, kissing her lips. I let my tongue roll against hers, not giving a fuck that my cock had just been in her throat. I pulled back and then lifted her to her feet.

I pushed her back over to the couch and kicked her panties away. I spread her legs open and then dropped down to my knees behind her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

I held her ass as I ate that pussy from the back. She moaned, gripping the couch.

“Bull!” she gasped. “You can’t. That’s so bad.”

“I told you, no more talking. You’re not done yet.” I pressed my tongue inside her tight little pussy and licked her every inch. She moaned, loving it as I ate her from behind. I slapped that ass and grabbed it tight as I licked her.

I reached behind me and grabbed my jeans. I slapped her ass again. “Stay there,” I said.

I stood up. She watched me as I grabbed a condom from my wallet, ripped it open, and rolled it down my length.

“I said not to move.”

“I didn’t.”

“You looked back. That’s moving.” I grabbed her hair and slapped her ass. “Now I’ll have to punish you.”

“How?”

I slapped her ass, harder, leaving a handprint. She moaned as I pressed my fingers inside her.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Your cock,” she moaned.

“I don’t think you can handle it.”

“I can.”

“I don’t think you can. I think you’re too fucking tiny and my cock will tear you in half.”

“Fuck me, Bull. Tear me in half.”

I grinned and pushed her over, kicking her legs apart, spreading them wide. I pressed my cock against her aching, soaked pussy and slowly pressed myself inside her.

She groaned. I took her arms, pulling them behind her back as I pressed myself deep inside her.

“Holy fuck,” she moaned. “Shit, Bull.”

“I’m going to break you,” I warned.

“Then break me. Just don’t stop.”

I grinned and slowly slid myself out and then back in, getting her used to my size. I wanted to tear her apart, rip her pussy to shreds, but I wasn’t a monster. I had to ease her into it before I could fuck that pussy like she was aching to be fucked.

I leaned forward and kissed her neck again. She turned her head, kissing me as I pressed my cock deep inside her, making her take my full length. She moaned into my mouth as I grabbed her hips and held her there. I slowly slid back, and I could feel her knees shaking as I began to fuck her faster.

“I’m going to take this pussy however I want it. You’re going to take it and thank me after. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Good. That’s a good girl.” I thrust harder, deeper, one thick stroke after another. I reached around her hips and found her clit, rewarding her for saying the right things. I began to rub her as I slid my big cock deep in and out, working that pussy, making her moan.

I decided I was tired of teasing her. I grabbed her hips and then began to tear into her, fucking her rough. Her moans got louder as she grabbed on to the back of the couch. I fucked that pussy the way I wanted to, rough and deep, loving the way my cock slammed into her. I slapped her ass again and then grabbed her hair, pulling her back. I grabbed her left arm and pulled it back along with her hair, fucking her harder, completely controlling her.

Charley was fucking mine. Her beautiful fucking body was mine to do whatever I wanted with. I pinned her down to the couch, holding her hair and her arm, and fucked her faster, harder. She was moaning, begging for more, daring me to fuck her rougher.

I pulled back and spun her around. She gasped as I lifted her up and carried her around the couch and then tossed her down onto it.

“Bull!”

I took her head and pressed my cock between her lips. That quieted her, as she started sucking me again, licking her pussy from my thick cock. I groaned, pressing her down, and then pulled her back.

I pushed her back against the arm of the couch and spread her legs wide open. I got down and slowly pressed my cock deep inside her.

“Oh shit,” she gasped. I felt her breasts, teasing her nipples as I began to slide in and out of her. I took her chin in my hand and began to fuck her harder, loving the way her tits moved with each rough stroke.

She looked back into my eyes, defiant. I pressed her hands back against the couch, but she managed to get one free, slapping my chest. I grunted and pressed her back down, holding her tightly as I fucked her.

“You think you can hit me?” I asked.

“Asshole. Prick. Bastard.”

“Keep it up,” I said, grinning. “I’ll make you pay for everything you say.”

“Go ahead, you dick.”

I put my hand over her mouth, and she tried to pry it away, but I just fucked her hard, making her whole body shake. She gripped the couch as I held my hand over her mouth, fucking her rough and deep. She groaned against my palm, and I knew I fucking had her. I wanted to watch her come on my thick cock, but I knew I had one more thing to do.

I let my hand off her mouth and grabbed her wrists, bending them up above her head. My lips slowly grazed her neck and throat as I fucked her deep and slow.

“You want to come, don’t you?”

“I’m so close,” she admitted. “Oh my god, I’m so close.”

“Good. I want you to beg now.”

“What? No, Bull. I’m not begging.”

“Beg me. I’ll make you crawl on your hands and knees if you don’t.”

“Bull!”

“Beg for your orgasm, you fucking dirty girl.”

“I want it,” she said, her eyes still defiant.

I gave her one hard thrust. “Not good enough.”

“I want to come,” she said again. “Bull, I want it.”

“You brat. You think that’s begging?” I held her wrists harder, fucking her rougher. “Beg me, Charley.”

“Please,” she moaned. “Oh god, please. Please, Bull. Let me come. I want to come.”

“Tell me you want to come on my thick cock.”

“I want to come on your big, thick cock. Please, fill me up. Fuck, Bull, don’t stop.”

I decided that was good enough and kept fucking her, grinding my hips against her, giving her my cock. I ripped her pussy to shreds, giving it to her rough, holding her hands above her head. She was at my mercy, pinned to the couch, and I wanted to see her come on my thick cock.

The orgasm started slowly and then built intensely through her whole body. I watched her spasm, her muscles tensing all over. Her mouth hung open, and she couldn’t do anything but moan as I fucked her rough and deep.

As she finally finished, gasping for breath, both of our bodies covered in sweat, I knew what I wanted. I pulled out and sat back on the couch and then grabbed her hips. I turned her away from me and slowly pressed her down onto my cock.

She didn’t say a word. She knew what she needed to do. I took her hips and slammed her down, and she began to ride me. I loved seeing that ass ride up and down my thick cock as I fucked her deep. I wanted to fill her up with my hot cum, wanted to make her mine and fill her every fucking inch. I grabbed her hips tighter and slammed her down harder.

“Work, girl,” I grunted. “Work for my fucking cum.”

She moaned, panting, riding my thick cock. I could feel it coming close as she worked her hips, sliding up and down faster and faster.

As my orgasm began to tear through my body, she threw her head back and moaned my name. I knew she was coming again, knew she was taking my cum while her whole body shook from the orgasm.

It was one of the most intense things of my life. Slowly it finished, and she slid off my cock. We collapsed onto the couch together, breathing deeply and sweating.

That was not what I had expected. It was better than I could have ever imagined, and although my cock had been out of her pussy for only a few seconds, I needed to feel her again.