My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (146 page)

Ever since she had taken the position of Dwayne's personal assistant, she had secretly hoped for the day he would take a swing at her. She never cared about the money, but she knew that he'd boss was hot. Only one man had had her and it was her college year in Duke University. Amory had only been the first person to get in between her legs and had quickly become her last. Even though she liked him, she never enjoyed being turned into a woman. Amory was never a good day and had turned her most looked on night of her life info being the most ridiculous. It was there that she never allowed another man in her. She went for dildos and vibrators as her source of suppressing any sexual urges that formed around her.

Suddenly as she was getting into the vehicle, she felt a hand land casually land on her ass. Dwayne was patting her bottom in a casual while his face showed no emotion at all. He then withdrew his hand. Natalie longed for the hand to return back to her butt but she knew she had to enter the vehicle. She got into the left rear side of the car as her boss went for the driver’s seat. Dwayne had ditched all escorts and had preferred to drive them on his own. Since the night had well crept in, he was sure that it would serve his purpose.

He drove the vehicle towards Lakeshore Drive and turned to a secluded wordy park that seemed deserted. He moved to the back seat. Without knowing what she was doing, she moved her hands to his chest and through his shirt gently squeezed his nipples. She had read that some men like this while others don't, and she did not want to ruin the mood that she was creating. He didn't flinch so she took that as a good sign. She applied a little more pressure and starting at the top, slowly undoing each button on his shirt until she could expose his buds to her tongue. She licked each delicious brown morsel alternating between the two and dragging her tongue back and forth. She worked her hands down his chest and undid the remaining buttons and freed his shirt from his pants. His eyes popped open and they just stared into each other’s' eyes. She stood slowly and then knelt in front of him. He started to reach for his belt and she gently moved his hand away. She pretended to fumble with the belt and teasingly rubbed her fingers over his manhood, which was now straining for release. She unfastened the buckle and very, very slowly slid the zipper down. He was squirming in his seat, and she felt like the cat that had eaten the canary.

He shifted his body slightly, lowered his trouser and sat back and closed his eyes; she took this as her signal to continue. she closed her eyes and let herself drift, not thinking, but merely feeling her way and taking her cues from his body's reaction to her touch. She placed her lips on his bulging penis, still held captive by his boxers. Through the cool, silky fabric she used her lips to lightly apply pressure, gently increasing as he strained for release.

He lifted his hips and she let him lower his boxers as his hardening cock emerged, begging for her attention. Following a female instinct as old as time, she wrapped her lips around his wet crown and gently slid her lips farther down his shaft and very slowly back to the tip. His soft moans urged her on. She licked her lips and applied their moistness to his growing erection. Slowly, then gaining speed and adding just a little more pressure, she worked her mouth, lips and tongue up and down. His hands gently moved her hair away from her face and she became bolder. She used her wet tongue to draw swirls around and around his manhood, lower and lower. As he became harder, his body kept rhythm with her tongue. She didn't want to move from this spot, ever.

She added her hands and then just her fingertips and gently glided up and down his shaft. She gathered saliva in her mouth and without breaking stride, let the droplets fall from her mouth onto his penis, and as he muttered soothing words, she kept up the motions. Using the palm of her hand, slick with spittle, she gently went round and round over his now-oozing helmet. With a rhythm as primal as a native in the jungle, her tongue, lips and hands all slick with her saliva, continued their journey. She was absorbed in the movements and her naughty bits were getting wetter by the second. She wanted his hands all over her body, but she didn't want to stop what I was doing. She raised herself up on her knees and placed her wetness against his leg and started rubbing against him; she was so hot that his leg had to be on fire! She wanted to please him so much and she wanted to see his cum all over me.

She made sure his cock was slick before I replaced her mouth with her right hand so I could slip her dress over her head. Her nipples were hard and erect and straining against their sheer restraint. She wanted his mouth on them. She lowered the cups of her bra so that her small breasts were lifted enticingly to him. She eased up slightly so she could tease herself with her left hand while keeping a steady rhythm on him with her right. Taking time to teasingly moisten him with her sweet secretions and a steady string of saliva, and fingering herself with her left, she was slowly losing her mind. Her pussy was so wet she needed to shed her panties, now.

She stood and straddled his erection while offering her nipples to him by pushing them in his face. As he suckled one tight bud and then the other and bit lightly, she started panting. Between his teeth teasing her nipples, his growing cock and her wet, throbbing pussy, she was seeing a kaleidoscope of colours flash behind her eyelids. She lifted off him, ran her middle finger in and out of her vagina and offered him the finger to lick. Through hooded eyes she watched him get more excited. She wanted to take this experience slowly and make it last all night. If I never saw him again, I would have a night to remember and I was going to do her damnedest to make sure he didn't forget this night, either.

She hunched in the back seat of the car and lowered herself on his erection and lifted up and down in a teasingly slow fashion, and decided it was now or never. By the soft glow of a small lamp on the car’s roof, they rid themselves of the vestiges of their clothing, tossing them about, not caring where they landed. God he was beautiful, and she felt beautiful, too.

She wanted to continue her sensual journey of his body, but he had thoughts of his own. When she tried to position herself between his legs, he gently rolled me onto her back and leaned down to kiss her softly on her lips. She increased the pressure of the kiss, their tongues sparing as they clung to each other. She started grinding her throbbing nub against him as he reached down and started stroking her harder and harder. She was rubbing against his hand matching him stroke for stroke. He had definitely done this before and she was thankful for his skilled hands. She reached down to his erection and matched his strokes with her hand. His erection was not as slick as she would have liked so she raised her hand to her mouth and moistened it and applied the moisture to him and that was almost his undoing. They petted and nuzzled and ground our bodies into each other with sheer abandon.

He gently pulled away and moved down her body kissing her as though she was made of the most fragile glass. As he reached her womanhood, he kept up the soft attention as their sweaty bodies wiggled and writhed to an unheard cadence. She closed her eyes and raised her arms over her head and lost herself in the sheer joy of the feelings he was igniting in her; she was a quivering heap of flesh.

After what seemed an eternity, She lowered her hands to his shoulders and told him that she needed him in her, now. He pulled her into a sitting position, turned her over to face the dashboard, and gently pushed her head into the front seats so that her ass was in the air and he could enter her from behind. Oh God! She was moaning in rapture and his powerful thrusts were sending her over the precipice of sanity. Faster and harder he plunged into her. She was rapidly losing whatever control she had and she didn't care. She wanted to surrender to her orgasm but she also wanted for them to experience that moment together.

When she could gather her wits, she breathlessly sputtered that she wanted to watch him cum. He asked if she was sure, and she responded that she had never been so sure of anything in her life. As he stood next to edge of the leather seat she positioned herself in a straddling position in front of him and with slick hands, stroked him as a goddess worshiping her god. She was so intent on what was happening that she was close to climaxing herself. The closer he got to his climax, the closer she got. Her body was pulsating and she didn't think she could last much longer. After several minutes his body started shaking and she was almost sorry that this thrill was nearing an end. They were each other's addiction. He was murmuring encouragement and letting her know that he was about ready to let go of his load so she lowered her face so that she could proudly wear the effects of their powerful coupling. He tensed, arched his back and let loose with a primal cry as he lost his load all over her face, neck and breasts. She rubbed his luscious juices over her body, licking her fingers and savouring each drop. After tenderly squeezing his balls, she gently licked his cock and lapped the remaining semen off his gorgeous shaft.

THE END

My Classroom Thug

African American Romance

By: Violet Hill

My Classroom Thug

I looked around the class that seemed to be so absorbed in what was going on that I felt sick.  My favorite past time to make sure to secure good grades was to sleep with my teachers.  I had already tried many approaches with Mr. Lorenzo, but I couldn’t get myself to sleep with someone so dull; I guess my grades really showed that.  Who could blame me though?  The guy was in his forties and dull and quiet like a bookworm and a nerd put together.

I couldn’t believe I was living out my parents dream of me being here as a successful business woman.  They never would expect that I liked to do lines of coke while sitting at a bar and drinking while listening to a band.  The fact that I couldn’t be the daughter they ‘desired’.  I guess it just wasn’t in me to be that girl.

“Stacy, wait!” Mr. Lorenzo said as he motioned me to stay put as the other students were making way for him

I looked at my professor who had salt and peppered hair.  His skin was dark and he was quite of a sex symbol if he wasn’t so dull.  He was the type of man I had chased in the past, but not for his personality.

I looked down at the paper that Mr. Lorenzo handed back to me.  I could see all the corrections he had made to it before even flipping it over. 

“When you first entered my class you actually put effort in your work.  Now it is like you don’t even bother.  I was wondering why the sudden change?”

I rolled my eyes and stared at him.  “My heart is no longer in completing the daily courses and lectures.  I am sorry.  Perhaps I will go home so I can recite your lecture you did this morning.  I don’t even know why I am here to be honest.  I don’t crave being a business person, it is really my parents dream for me.”

“What do you want in life?”

I shrugged.  “I guess I haven’t gotten there yet.  When I find out where I am supposed to be, I will find out what it is then.  I am not in a real big hurry.  I am in college.  These are the years I am supposed to enjoy.”

Mr. Lorenzo looked as if confused, but I didn’t care.  In a couple hours I was going to have drinks being poured for me. 

“What is it in your life that has made you settle instead of dreaming big?  It is curious since you are really the only one that stands out that doesn’t even put any effort into the work.  I know that you could apply yourself and do wonderful.  You work as an intern at an investment group like so many of my students.  Don’t you like it there?”

“I stay for the money.  I don’t stay because I like it.”

My future really didn’t pertain to him and it really didn’t matter what he said, I was going to do what I wanted anyways.  I couldn’t come to grasp being a successful bookworm not being able to enjoy life. 

“What are you going to do tonight?” 

I groaned as I grabbed my laptop bag with one hand and my coat and keys in the other.  “I don’t know, I will probably go back to my apartment and work on stupid papers because you think that this is the way life should be.”

Before he could even answer I was out the door being greeted by the crisp cool air of fall and threatening winter.  Most students here seemed to be the type that oozed what it took to be successful in Mr. Lorenzo’s class, but there was still a handful like me that liked to have fun.

“Hey Stacy, are you going to the Palm Trees tonight?” a man about my age asked as he was leaned up against my car.

I started laughing.  “Do you think I would miss it?  They are having my favorite band there and I need to relax anyway.  Do you have my score?”

“You mean these little baggies that you have me running after for you?”

“Of course that is what I am looking for Johnny. You better keep that good stuff coming too.” 

“You know you are one of my best customers, right?”

I looked up at him not amused.  “You know I am
not
a junkie.  I can stop anytime I want.  I only do a line every now and then to calm myself.  It isn’t easy being in a Business College.”

Johnny had been my drug dealer since I got here.  He often aggravated me, but I couldn’t live with out him either.

I dug through my purse for the money I had to pay for him.

“Come up short and I will take it out of your hide.  There are no more credits, Stacy.” Johnny said as he grabbed my butt and kissed me.

It wasn’t the first time I had to work off my drug debt by having sex with Johnny.  After he had sex with me, he had his friends have sex with me and pay him; it wasn’t prostitution or anything, I was just paying a debt off.

I counted the money out, knowing it would strap me the rest of the week.  “I am sure you will find out that it is all there.”

“Is there something bothering you?” Patrick asked as I pulled away.

“Yes, I don’t want to sleep with you again; I am not that desperate.”

“I remember there was a time that you were that desperate.”

I was sure that there would be another time like that again, but I wasn’t ready to go back here yet.

“Am I going to see you at the Palm Trees?” I asked.

Johnny nodded.  “Of course you will see me there, Baby.  I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

Everyone had been talking about the band, but I didn’t realize that Johnny had liked the band at all.

I watched Johnny expose himself to me and then walk off as he pointed and then motioned for some mouth action.  I rolled my eyes and started laughing.  Even though he was my drug dealer, he wasn’t a mean one.  Often he gave me deals and credits when I didn’t have enough money to pay.

I drove off looking at the bags of coke I had in my procession that was hanging out of my purse.  Everyone told me that marijuana had been the gateway drug since I smoked weed nightly.  Weed was just as good as cigarettes.  The only difference was the fact it made me horny and hungry.  Cocaine made me loosen up and forget who I was and forget my responsibilities.  

I grabbed a cigarette from the cup holder in my car and lit it up.  It wasn’t like having a joint, but my nerves were so spent that I had to have something. 

I didn’t go home, instead I went straight to the Palm Trees.  It wasn’t hard for me to get in wearing my favorite mini dress.  The plunge on the neckline went all the way to my belly button and the length barely covered my ass cheeks.  The bouncers loved it, especially went I bent over.

I sat at my favorite place at the bar. 

“You are here early.  I just saw Johnny going out back.  He will be back in a few minutes.” the bartender, Lindsay, said as she poured me a drink.

I started laughing.  “Johnny is something else.  I didn’t even know he liked this band.”

Lindsay stared at me with a suspicious glance as I took the package out of my purse and began doing a line. 

“Johnny hates this band,” she pointed out.

At this point I snorted a little too hard when she said this. 

“What is he doing here then?”

Before I even got a chance to ask I felt myself being pulled off the barstool by a muscular bouncer.  “The boss wants to speak with you!”

I quickly grabbed my purse with one hand and my drink, which spilled all over the floor as I tried to suck my glass clean. 

“Where are you talking me?”

“Stop your whining!  The boss wants to speak to you!” is all the response I got out of him no matter how many times I asked. 

The crowd seemed to part as the bouncer came through with me and headed for the back of the club.  I hadn’t been in the back of this club, although I had been in the back rooms of other buildings.  It scared me even more that Johnny had gone out back first.  What was he up to?  Was this because I wouldn’t sleep with him again?

Johnny sat with his arms crossed with many other men. 

“What’s this about?” I asked.

“She is a very attractive and young woman.  I am surprised with her beauty she is even in that stuff.” the man behind the desk said. 

I glanced over to see Mr. Lorenzo.  My face suddenly turned white.  I wasn’t ashamed to say that I could have been in the back room with anyone without any fear, but Mr. Lorenzo held a different persona while he was behind his mesquite desk. 

A cigar flickered in his mouth as he looked back down at the paperwork in front of him. 

“Why did you bring me in here?” I screamed as I looked at the bouncer.

“Our friend Johnny came to us and told us that you had drugs on you and you weren’t just abusing them while in MY club, but you were going to be peddling them.”

“WHAT?” I asked horrified that Johnny told him that.

“Don’t look too shocked Stacy, it isn’t anything personal; it is just business as usual.”

“Do you or do you not have drugs on you?” Mr. Lorenzo asked.

“I do, but I wasn’t going to sell them to anyone.  It cost me a fortune to buy this stuff!  I don’t think I could make the money back.” I tried pointing out.

“Were you doing a line of coke at the bar counter?”  Mr. Lorenzo asked as he didn’t even bother looking up from his papers.

“Yes, but I always do a line of coke here.  No one said anything before about it.  I am sure I am going to be fine if that is what you are worried about.”

“That isn’t what I am worried about, Stacy.  What I am worried about is the fact a young and attractive girl came in here and decided to start doing drugs in my club and put my whole operation at risk.”

I looked back at Johnny with horror in my eyes that he even did this to me.

“That’s not what I was trying to do.  Look, if you want I can pay you or something.”

“Oh, I am sure you will pay for what you did.  I am just not sure if you will enjoy it or not.” Mr. Lorenzo replied.  

I looked at him for the first time as we made eye contact.

“You aren’t going to call the cops, are you?”

Mr. Lorenzo shrugged.  “I guess that is up to you if you are going to cooperate with us or not.”