My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (144 page)

Simone moaned into her mouth and Cara eased her gently back onto the carpet and again laid over her, their pussies grinding against each other. All senses and sense of control left Simone in that instance and she couldn’t help but open her legs to the magical sensation the bumping and grind created. She felt lost in a new kind of bliss and thought she would die of it until she felt Josh spreading her legs and thrusting into her from behind Cara. The feel of his thick cock stretching her was orgasmic and she closed her eyes and begged them to fuck her.

They obliged.

Cara positioned herself flat on top of Simone and slowed her bumping and grinding to give Josh room to fuck Simone while their clits never stopped touching. Each thrust from Josh sent Simone’s pussy rubbing against Cara’s and try as she might she could not hold the moans in anymore. Cara’s breathing in her ear was coming in small huffs of pleasure to match her own, and as she opened her eyes and looked at Josh, she saw nothing but the carnal desire flooding his face.

Simone lifted her legs to give them both more room to fuck her senseless, and each time Josh plunged into her Cara would grind against her clit. In a matter of seconds she screamed in ecstasy and Cara bucked against her and Josh made one final plunge, his cock pulsating as he buried himself to the hilt in pleasure.

She rolled in and out of consciousness as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced rolled over her, and when she could finally find herself again, Josh rolled them to the side with Cara between them. Simone ran her fingers up and down Cara’s side, enjoying the feel of her as Josh reached over and moved one of her wet curls from her eyes.

“Hi,” he finally spoke to her as she stared into the dark lust filed eyes that stared back at her and she knew she was definitely fucked. She turned her gaze to Cara who smiled back up at her and placed a kiss on her best friend- all previous anger forgotten when she responded to Josh’s salutation.

“Hello,” she smiled at him.

“You both are idiots,” Cara whispered against her breast and they all laughed.

Simone didn’t know where life would take her, but of one thing she was sure. Here began the story of two friends who fell in lust with Chicago’s mafia boss.

THE END

My Big Thug Boss

African American Romance

By: Violet Hill

My Big Thug Boss

He advanced toward her. He was completely clothed but that would come to change in the next few minutes. She lay on the bed, expectant of what was to come. Her Vibease Vibrator was tucked in her bedside drawer. She would not need Liam, as she had named it, today. She was getting the real thing. She took in the quaint elongated shadows set against a backdrop of vinyl wallpaper silhouetted against the indigo twilight sky.  She stood to meet him half way. She moved towards him until she was standing right in front of him.

“Dwayne, you are the best boss ever and I’ve never met anyone like you before, I might never meet anyone like you again. I’ve never done anything spontaneous before in my life. I don’t know what tomorrow holds, or next week, or next year. But I know that right now I want you so much that I can barely think straight.”

“Wow, well, when you put it like that,” he grinned, but his gravelly voice gave away his true feelings.

She was not one to assume that men would fall at her feet, seemingly because she was not usually very confident at all. But Dwayne had seemed like an open book, and she could see in his eyes that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

He kissed her then. This time it was full on, unleashed passion, as their lips clashed and their tongues danced, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies. She felt like years of pent up passion and need had risen to the surface, ready to be released. She clawed at his clothes, tugging his jumper up until he stopped long enough to pull it over his head.

“Oh my God.” She gasped

He had the body straight out of her fantasy, standing there like an Adonis in his blue trousers. She could not stop staring at his chest and his well-toned abs.

“Are you sure?” He asked, and she nodded, tearing her eyes away from his body to look into his eyes and assure him.

“Never been surer of anything in my life,” she answered truthfully, pulling her jumper dress off and slipping out of her leggings so she was standing before him in just her underwear. He stepped backwards now and looked her up and down, drinking her in with his eyes in a way that she wasn’t used to at all, and she didn’t feel embarrassed by the attention. He made her feel good, womanly and more importantly: wanted.

Taking her hand he pulled her towards him and brushed her black curls back from her face, before tilting her head up, leaning down, and kissing her again. She let her hands roam over his sculpted chest, his stomach, and up again, as his hands found the clasp of her bra. Unclipping it, he pulled it off and threw it aside, immediately cupping her breasts with more moans of delight as he continued to kiss her, his thumbs drawing circles around her hard nipples. His touch sent new waves of pleasure through her, she was aching to be touched down below, and she could feel her lace panties dampening with desire. She was so turned on that she felt as if she had been in a drought for years on end and had finally found water.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled her body close to his, kissing him harder. Her naked breasts pressed against him and a fire was lit within her. His hands slipped around her back, down over the curves of her nearly bare buttocks, and he moaned softly into her mouth. She could feel his mounting desire poking hard against her stomach as his fingers played with the lace edges of her panties, tugging them slightly, causing them to rub against her sweet spot. She was completely gone then, lost in a haze of desire as her legs parted slightly and she mentally begged his hand to find its way between them.

She reached down between them and started to undo his belt. She wanted him naked, she just simply wanted him. With a little fumbling she was successful, and gently pulled down the zipper of his trouser, her hand brushing the hardness through the fabric. He actually stopped kissing her then and gasped.

“Natalie, you are a damn sexy woman. Are you sure you want this?” His voice was husky, barely controlled, and he was looking at her with an intensity that told her he was as gone as her.

“I would have thought that was pretty obvious by now,” Natalie answered and pulled his hand down beneath her legs, gasping as he finally touched her throbbing sweet spot, rubbing it gently, almost growling as he did so. She let out a moan and rocked her hips slightly as he stroked her, throwing back her head and reaching her hand down to rub his hardness over the material of his boxers.

She couldn’t take it much longer; she was on the verge of coming there and then. She tugged at his trousers, struggling to pull them down, and he took the hint and whipped them off in a second. His boxer shorts followed, so he was standing naked and ridiculously gorgeous in front of her.

He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his back, locking behind him, and her arms around his neck again. His erection pushed against her, with only the material of her underwear stopping him from slipping inside her. She wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her right then. He started walking towards the bed.

“No, not the bed, over here,” she instructed, pointing at the chest of drawers behind her. She didn’t want to do it in the bed. If she was going to be wild and do something crazy, she wanted to do it differently. He followed her instructions and sat her on the edge of the dresser, her legs still wrapped around him. She leaned down and kissed him, pulling him in tighter with the strength of her legs, her hands in his hair, pulling his mouth against her own. As they kissed his hands wandered between fondling her breasts, caressing the arch of her naked back, roaming over her buttocks, her thighs, as if he couldn’t touch enough of her, as if he wanted to be all over every inch of her. She took one hand away from his head and took his erect manhood firmly, stroking up and down, up and down, faster and faster until she couldn’t bear not to have him inside her for a minute longer. Her private parts were crying out for him now, so moist and ready for him.

“I want you now,” I whispered, arching her back and nibbling his ear lobe. As if magic, he produced a condom, and slipped it on. Thank God one of us was thinking straight. Then his hands gripped the top of her white panties and pulled them down, down over her legs, and threw them aside. She sat naked atop the dresser. He took a moment to take her in with his eyes, and she opened her legs wider, inviting him towards her, as she leaned backwards on her hands and arched her back, enjoying the effect the naked sight of her was clearly having on him.

“Come here,” she insisted when she couldn’t bare it any longer, she was throbbing with need. With his hands under her butt, he lifted her to the very edge of the dresser. Her legs wrapped around his back once again, but this time there was no material between them. His hardness nestled at her moist opening and, looking into her eyes, he pushed inside her, slowly but surely, inch by inch, watching her face the whole time. Her mouth opened with a moan of pure bliss as he filled her. As hard as rock, and big enough to hurt a little, he filled her so perfectly. Hooking her legs over his arms, he leaned into her and began thrusting in and out, in and out. As she leaned back on her hands and threw her head back, she was unable to stop herself from moaning. His mouth was on her jiggling breasts, sucking at her nipples, and his movements were speeding up as his need drove him to pump harder and harder.

Suddenly he wrapped an arm around her back and lifted her off the dresser, sitting her down on his hardness, causing her to scream out with pleasure. She was able to push her feet against the wooden foot of the bed just behind him to rock herself up and down on him, riding him hard as he supported her back with one arm and supported himself against the dresser with the other. With the added assistance from gravity driving her down onto him she just couldn’t take the sensation any longer. The vibration of electricity in her body turned into full on waves and all at once she could feel her orgasm overwhelm her. Crying out she rocked herself onto him harder and harder as the ripples tore through her, such exquisite pleasure.

When she’d eventually stilled, he lifted her from him and placed her on the floor, encouraging her to hold onto the end of the bed, leaning over her from behind and nuzzling her neck, his hot breath tickling her as she floated in a pleasant post orgasm haze. His hands reached around her and found her swinging breasts. His still rock solid manhood found her slippery slit and pushed into her easily as she arched her back and moaned. Even after climaxing so powerfully, the feeling of him entering her still sparked more lust inside her, and she pushed back against him, inviting him in deeper. One of his hands roamed lower, down over her stomach, stroking across her small thatch of hair, and finding her swollen nub. His finger traced tiny circles on her and she gasped, moving against him. Never before had she cum twice in a row, but as he pushed her button she knew she was about to experience that very thing. He pushed into her harder and harder still, until he was really ramming it into her, his finger pushing her button, his manhood filling her up. She felt a powerful surge rock into her as a tornado-like orgasm begun to unfold in her loins until…

Suddenly her IPhone alarm clock awoke her, she was so startled by the ringing that her heart almost throbbed out of her chest. She was perspiring, her whole body beaded with sweat. She was not wearing any panties underneath her fresco aqua Lacie Halter Baby doll night dress she realized as she noticed a large wet sticky spot that had materialized in the middle of the bed, supposedly where her crotch had lain.

“Fucking shit, it had been a dream!” She exclaimed. She quickly realized it was seven in the morning and she was due for work in an hour time. Her crotch was tingling from the over the edge sexual stimulation it had received from the dream. With no time to lose, she quickly got out of the bed and rushed into the shower.

Due to the panic that she had suffered, she dressed quickly without putting on any panties. It was her fifth month working as a personal assistant to one of America’s richest individuals and it sure was not an easy job to keep. During her tenure there she had seen more than ten people who had bolted from their positions or who had been shown the door.

She quickly got out of her apartment from Weymouth and took a cab. Her projected time would and had always been thirty minutes, but not today, she had taken a full hour and a half and she was in big trouble.

*****

Dwayne sat impressively in his executive office that was crested on the thirty first floor of the impressive 111 Huntington Avenue, in Boston. His thoughts weighed down on him. Greystone International Realty and Residential Brokerage firm had grown impressively over the last ten years. Through statute management and a hound-like instinct, Dwayne Garfield Smith had been able to propel his dreams to massive levels. Growing up as a black kid in Brooklyn had not been easy. For one, he was an introvert, always keeping to himself.

Dwayne had grown up in Williamsburg neighbourhood. An only child, Dwayne was raised by his mother and grandfather since his father had left them when she was still pregnant. Both parents had been immigrants from South Africa, running away from the instability during the apartheid period. He attended Progress High School for Professional Studies. In high school, he participated in a cool program which had allowed him to work a full-time job whilst still attending school on an alternating weekly basis. This he credited as having instilled an entrepreneurial spirit in him.

Immediately after graduating from high school he worked in transportation services. With the small savings he had, he started a car hire. He had bought a Chevrolet Caprice and together with a friend of his, Edward, they begun hiring. During an errand he ran, driving a client in uptown Manhattan, the friendly white he had carried commented on something that changed his line of thinking.

“You know, one thing what this town needs is real housing. Most houses are for the bloody rich while those struggling are left to shacks and poor homes. You know fella, only a clever mind can unscramble the rot in this quagmire.”

“How is that even possible?” The intrigued Dwayne asked

Smiling, the wired client leaned forward and shared some advice with him.

It was there that that evening, Dwayne returned home to his mother. Speaking in confidence, he explained to her how they would make money from the said project. Being a woman of knowledge, she mortgaged their house for a hundred dollars to finance Dwayne’s ambitions. Once he got the money, he called Malcom, the client who he had carried and off to a bustling career that lay ahead.

It was a year after the launch of their small realtor business that Malcom mysteriously died on a freakish car accident. The case had ended inconclusively as there had been no indication of foul play, and if there was no one could point to any direction.

But one thing had been clear: the person who had organized his death was clever. He had left no clues at all, no finger prints or a thread of body hair. The accident was sure an accident, but….

Only one man was aware of the calamity that had befallen him. He was responsible for it. The ghetto community he had grown up in had taught him all that and he needed to know to survive. Gone were the days he would be looked down on. It had come time for him to prove his self-worth. He was going to do it even if that meant he had to spill blood.

Dwayne was passing through his office door towards the elevators when he saw Natalie arrive at her desk. He had been called for a secret meeting by the police precinct. Someone had rasped about a deal he had and he was being warned beforehand. She was five minutes late: something he abhorred. It was irritating that she, his personal assistant, was a tad bit late. Infuriated he casually made his way towards her, his anger and displeasure seething through him. As he approached, the look of innocence on her face tumbled all anger in him. It was the same innocence that had prompted him to hire her. He had to admit that she looked stunning, her blue eyes sparkling. The reprimand that had formed in his mind was quickly shifted and was turned into a greeting. He had to admit that the portrayal of innocence in a self-conscious way was one of the things that pulled him towards women. The only problem was that they were hard to find. Most of the time he had to settle with ‘bitches and whores’, all those that only opened there legs for money.