The Don's Baby: A Bad Boy Romance (33 page)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

He took the helmet that she’d placed on the back of the bike and picked it up. For some reason, he wanted to take care of her—just a little. That story she had shared with him really made him think of her in another light. She was a survivor…just like him. Emma had taken a bad situation and didn’t wallow in it but tried her best to keep moving. That’s all anyone could ever ask. She just stared up at him as he put the protective wear on her head, and she lifted her chin higher when he fastened the straps.

There were no words that he could think of that would adequately tell her all the things that were going through his mind, but sometime in that beat down diner he’d come to a decision. This woman was his—and he wanted to keep her. She grinned and his gaze was drawn to her full lips. At that moment, he wanted a kiss more than he could ever remember wanting one. Kisses weren’t usually high on his list of desires. They were a bridge to getting his cock sucked or getting balls deep in pussy. However, just a kiss that—at least at this time—wasn’t going anywhere was different for him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Emma said, and he wondered how long he’d been standing there adjusting her helmet.

“Because I’m enjoying what I’m seeing.”

Her cheeks pinked up a little, and he wondered if her ass would turn the same shade with a few well-placed pats. He may be feeling a bit off when it came to her, but that didn’t stop the thoughts of wanting to fuck her. Leaning down, he kissed her softly; but, she sighed and that kicked the kiss up a notch. He’d been going for something a bit softer, but she tugged his hair and was so accepting of his entrance into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, as if she wanted to fill her mouth with his cock. In and out, she slid her mouth on his tongue—until he put both hands on the side of her helmet and turned her so he could show her what to expect when they got back to his house. The kiss was more like him fucking her mouth, and she moaned like she was in heat. When he broke the contact between their lips, she whimpered and it was all he could do to not pull down her jeans and bend her over his bike. The mental picture was a hot one, and he could see her ass up and helmet down—ready for whatever plans he had for her. He needed to get her home.

Home? He knew he wanted to keep her but his mind was on fast track. Maybe he was tired. It had been a long night for both of them and the ride to his house was quite a ways from where they were now. He moved away from her and put his own helmet on before he lifted his leg to seat the bike. She got on behind him and put her arms around his waist, and he started the engine.

He loved to ride his cycle; it was freeing. It was just him on the road with the wind swirling all around him; but, with the added person on the back of his bike, it was even more exciting. It was going to be sunrise before he’d got home and he loved the added beauty of watching the sun come up especially after a great night. Emma had been very quiet during this ride. Granted it was hard to talk over the noise of the cycle and the wind, but he’d have thought she’d move around a little more, until he realized how hard his cock was getting. The seemingly innocent brush of her hand had been going on since they’d first sat on the bike. Whether it was from the occasional brush of her hand or the vibrations from the bike, he was getting more and more aroused with every mile they drove. She moved a bit, scooted up closer to him, and undid the buttons on his jeans.

Emma took out his cock, and he just waited to see what she’d do next. She lazily stroked him from the base to the very tip squeezing more at the base. It wasn’t enough to get him off, but she was keeping him nice and firm. With her other hand, she scooped in and freed his balls from the confinement of his pants. He was thankful that they were almost at his place because he was going to make her choke on the amount of come he had for her.

He slowed down the bike just a little, and he was happy that the road they were traveling didn’t have many people on it, as it was so early in the morning. Under normal circumstances, if his cock was out and a woman was stroking it while on a bike, it would have been noticeable. Although most police enforcement looked the other way to most of the Tribesmen’s antics and activities, he wasn’t sure what would happen if he had to go through a traffic stop right then. It may be hard to explain why his cock was out in broad daylight and a hot woman was fondling his balls in one hand and his cock with the other. Hard to explain or not, he wasn’t going to tell her to stop.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The sun rose when he was a few minutes away from his house, and he was happy to greet the sun with a hard cock and the beautiful vessel that was going to take care of it. He turned the last corner to his home.

Emma wasn’t going any faster with her stroke than she had when she started, and he had to assume that her goal wasn’t to have him squirt all over his bike. Maybe she just liked the feel of his cock in her hand or maybe she was trying to entice him to stay with her a little longer. When he pulled up at his house, he’d never been happier that he lived off the grid. There weren’t any neighbors or convenience stores as far as the eye could see. His hard cock was swollen and ready. Although he wanted to get Emma in the bed as soon as possible, he’d also wanted to realize the sexy scene that had played in his mind outside of the restaurant.

Turning off his bike, he waited for her to get off, and then he hopped off himself. She was getting ready to take off her helmet, but he stopped her.

“Hold on,” he told her, as she stood there watching him and waiting. The innocent look on her face was almost funny since she was the one who’d been stroking him for the last 35 minutes. Reaching over he unsnapped and unzipped her pants, and then he stood there watching her. She slid her pants and panties down over her hips, and he stopped her.

“What? Don’t you want me to take my pants off?”

“Not for what I have in mind. You’ve lowered them far enough.” He took in the vision that she created with her helmet on, bare from her belly button to mid-thigh, and felt like a starving man who’d had a feast set before him. She made him hungry, as if he’d not had sex in a while—when he’d had her a few times that night already.

“How do you want me?” she asked. Although he didn’t think his cock could get any harder, it did. He wanted to stuff all of it into her wet pussy. He knew that all that cock play on his bike had to have done something for her, and his cock couldn’t wait to find out.

“Put your hands on the seat and bend over. Stick that ass up in the air and arch your back for me.”

She did exactly as he told her, and as he moved closer, he could see the glistening folds that seemed to be waiting to be put to good use.

“This is what you were craving when you stroked me on the open road wasn’t it?” He liked the way she moved her hips ever so slightly at his description of what she’d been doing. “Are you going to answer me?”

“I didn’t think it was an actual question. I thought you were just figuring me out all on your own.”

He loved her verbal sparring and was surprised he could chuckle with his cock as hard as it was. “I know what you were doing, but I wanted to hear you admit it.”

“Okay then yes. That is exactly what I was doing. I love the feel of your cock in my hand, but I didn’t want you to come on the road. I wanted to play with you all the way to wherever we were going. I was thinking about all we talked about at that diner, and I’m not sure what’s next, but I want to have at least one more time before I leave your side.”

“Well, you are a woman who knows how to get her way. You knew keeping my cock between half-mast and full mast for a good while would get you plowed really good. Who am I to deny you that?”

The only answer he got to that was a slow moan and that sound went right to his balls. She arched higher, and he rubbed the tip of his cock tip against Emma’s wet pussy. It would have been easy to slip right in, but he wanted to give her a taste of what she’d been doing to him all the way here. The head of his large cock slipped between her closed thighs, and he slid it in the tight opening. The hiss of her breath told him that he had passed his aching throbber over her clit. Good. Now, they both wanted a good hard fuck.

“Rafe?”

“Yes,” he responded, like they were going for a walk in the lilies and he had no idea what she could have possibly wanted.

“I don’t want to play anymore. Fuck me.”

“Ohhh, a few seconds of rubbing on your clit, and you don’t want to play; but, you played with me for quite a while. Don’t you think paybacks are in order?”

She chuckled, and he liked that she still had a sense of humor even though she was so very aroused. “Paybacks are probably in order but I don’t want them right now.”

“Hmmm,” he said, as he continued to slowly push his cock between her thighs and pull it out again. She was trying to angle herself so he could slip into her wetness and give her some relief. As she moved her hips, she was putting on quite a show. He decided to oblige her since she was making him hotter than hell just wiggling up and down his cock like that. She gasped, as he fully inserted himself as deep as he could at this angle. He just stood there catching his breath and thought that there was no way it should feel as good as it did, entering her like that. He pumped a few times and was so close. He wanted to finish this somewhere that he could rest afterwards. When he withdrew his hard, throbbing thickness, she moaned—and what a sorrowful sound it was.

She turned around and looked like she was prepared to give him hell. Looking at her, still in the helmet, somehow seemed humorous. But, there was no way he going to add insult to injury.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Emma couldn’t believe there was ever a time she was so turned on. Rafael had her outside bent over his motorcycle with her pussy out and his helmet still fastened to her head. This was something straight out of her fantasies, and she wanted to complete the fulfillment that was so close she was almost shaking with it. He’d stopped, and when she turned to look at him, he had the nerve to look like he was fighting back laughter. She stood up, took off the helmet, and set it on his bike.

“Emma, I can see you’re pissed off, but I wanted to see you in my bed—and that’s where we are going to finish up.”

It was evident that he’d been with a lot of women because he knew when one was going to blow. She was torn on what to do though. Should she pull up her pants or take them off, because she wasn’t going to be able to walk into the house with her pants acting like a binder around her thighs. She shouldn’t have worried about that because Rafael picked her up in his arms. With his arms around her back and under her knees, her bare ass was swinging in the breeze—but it didn’t even slightly cool off her naughty bits. It actually made her more aroused because she knew what they were getting ready to do.

He walked her into the house and up the stairs before setting her on the bed. “Thanks for the lift,” she said, trying not to be upset about her interrupted outdoor fun.

“Anytime, Emma.” He had a great smile and was very charming. She’d known that but seeing it firsthand beat hearing about it.

He took off his clothes, and she scrambled to take off the rest of her clothing, so she could be done when he was.

“Get up on your hands and knees in the center of the bed,” Rafael said in a voice that was thick with desire. She didn’t think she’d ever moved that fast, but it still took a bit to get to the center of what had to be the biggest bed she’d ever seen.

She could feel him climb on the bed and her pussy clenched with anticipation. He was very quiet and she didn’t know what to make of it since he was so good at being vocal. In fact, she was kind of missing the dirty talk.

He rubbed his hand over the right side of her rump allowing her to get used to his touch before he patted her a few times. It wasn’t hard enough to even make a little noise and then he did the same to the other side. She moved her hips from side to side, like she was trying to wave a flag in front of a bull, enticing him to find her target and begin the launch.

Crack

She felt the moderate slap on her right cheek, and she shuttered almost falling over the cliff into her orgasm. That hadn’t ever happened before. “What do I have to do for you to do that again?” she asked.

Crack

He slapped the other side of her ass, and she couldn’t stop her hips from riding the imaginary cock that would get her off immediately.

“I can see that you really like that,” Rafael said in a low murmur. “I knew that you would. I’m pretty good at figuring out what you like, but any time you want your ass warmed, you can feel free to let me know.” He took that moment to reach between her legs, and she knew he would find her sopping wet.

She tried not to whimper. He wasn’t the only one who was good with sexual tricks, but somehow he kept her off-balance. Had she ever forced a moan for a reaction? Yes. Had she ever acted like the sex was good when it wasn’t? Sure. She didn’t know what to do with this one because it seemed like he knew where all her buttons were and exactly when and where to push them. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, she’d just never experienced it before.

“Mmm, you really do like that. You are so ready for me,” he said, touching her too lightly to bring her to climax. She could only grunt as an answer.

He moved behind her, and she knew it was going to be a wild ride. She liked when he pushed in aggressively earlier, but this time he went in slow. She could feel him work in every inch of his hard cock, and she really liked this entry, too. She wanted to push back but thought that she would wait to see what he was going to do. When he slammed the last two inches into her, she could feel his balls swinging. Then, they smacked against her pussy on the second slide into her. He got close to her and reached around to rub her nipple. She couldn’t help but buck against him, and he smacked her ass as he drove deep inside her.

She could feel the trembling deep in her womb, her body tightening with an orgasm working its way to its highest point. Her stomach clenched, and she laid down on the bed because she didn’t have the strength to hold herself up. The waves of pleasure rolled over her like a tsunami. She couldn’t stop the moans coming from her throat or the way her hips tried to grind her greedy pussy down on Rafael’s cock to get him to pump harder and faster. When she finally finished, she realized she’d missed most of her partner’s orgasm. The groan that left his lips stuttered out like he was having trouble catching his breath.

When he pulled out, he fell on the bed next to her, and she rolled over to look at him. He had a light sheen to his skin, evidence of the hard work he’d just put in.

“We have to do that again,” he said still slightly out of breath. “There’s no way I can go to my grave only experiencing that once.”

She laughed with him on that one. “You’re right. We’ve had sex a few times tonight, but we seem to do our best work in the bed.”

“Who knows where else we can get our rocks off? It seems to me that each time we bump uglies it gets better and better.”

“Bump uglies? Where in the world did you get that from,” she broke out in laughter because she knew he must be overly tired. She’d only heard the older men use that expression, and she’d thought it was funny when he said it.

He chuckled too, but he was closer to sleep than she was.

“Is your bathroom through that door?” she pointed to the other door in the room beside the one they entered.

“Yep, feel free to help yourself,” he told her.