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  I start to press against her outer lips, and she bends her body, forcing her ass even higher. Pressing herself into me.

  I feel the wetness of her pressed warm against my cock, and then her soft lips part as my head slides inside. The warm embrace of her pussy squeezes against me, and my manhood trembles in anticipation of plunging deep inside her.

  She moans as I enter her, it’s fucking tight. I stop my entrance, giving her time to adjust to my girth.

  “God, Jack,” she says, “It feels so fucking good inside me.”

  It’s barely inside. How is it going to feel when I’m balls deep in there?

  I grunt, unable to wait any longer. I press further in. I feel her skin tight and warm against mine, and I slide deeper into her. I realize neither of us even considered a condom--she must be on birth control--but thank God, because I need to really feel her. This might be the only time we do this. I’m going back to Oregon tomorrow.

  Though as I plunge my veiny shaft deeper into her, I wonder if I couldn’t stay another few days. I did just win $10,00 after all. Maybe a multi-day fuckfest would convince Elisabeth to take things more seriously. And maybe it would give me time to figure out whatever it is she’s hiding behind those eyes.

  But for now, all I want to do is sink my cock all the way into her. I dig my fingers into the thick flesh of her ass, and I press further in, until finally I’m fully inside her. There’s not even a half-inch of me that isn’t inside Elisabeth’s warm embrace. Only my balls are left out, but I pull her hips against me so that they rest warm against her skin.

  We both shudder in ecstasy as the full weight of the penetration overtakes us, and then an animal urge to pump her raw overtakes me. I buck my hips, and as I pull my thick cock out of her in preparation for the first thrust, I see it’s soaked wet and white with her thick juices.

  It feels and looks so good that I can’t help but let out a dry laugh, and then I slam my cock back inside her. My balls slap hard against her, and I feel the warm friction as I begin to pull out once again.

  I start to fuck her from behind, pounding into her with slow, steady rhythm. I’ll wait until she begs me to go faster. For now, it’s more about endurance. It’s a waste of energy to pound a woman straight away; better to get her built up, then to use the energy you saved up to bring her over the edge.

  I cup her breasts as I slide in and out of her. I tweak her nipples and run my hands all along her body, wanting to feel her as much as I can while we’re still together like this for the first time.

  After each thrust, I leave my cock deep inside her and press. I flex it, pumping extra blood into it, letting her feel it expand within her. She moans each time I do this, and she flexes back, squeezing me with her insides.

  My eyes roll back into my head, and I slide back out, then slam into her once again.

  “Fuck me faster, Jack,” she says, “I need to cum all over your thick tree trunk.”

  I laugh as I press deep into her. “What did I tell you about that? Not a good mental image for a lumberjack.”

  “I thought you were joking,” she says.

  “You really want me to go faster?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she says. “Like this.”

  She slides her knees back along the bed, and her ass falls flat with me still inside her. The new angle probably helps me to hit her g-spot, I realize. She’s totally flat on her stomach, and I’m entering her from what is nearly a 45-degree angle.

  I dig my elbows and forearms into the bed, and I begin to thrust into her. I can really feel myself hitting her ass and jiggling it all over the place as my cock slides in and out of her pussy like a pneumatic jackhammer. She screams as I plunge in and out of her, sliding her white-hot cum all over my thick cock, and then plunging it all back inside her.

  “Jack! Jack! Holy fuck!”

  She bucks her hips against me even as I pin her flat to the ground. She starts to scream, and then she grabs the pillow and wails into it, the soft pillow muffling her cries.

  I don’t stop pounding her. I sit up enough that I can grab her tiny waist and look down in wonder at her thick ass. I slide my hands down to her hips and pound in and out of her. There’s a wet smack of our combined cum with every thrust, and her stifled moans roar through the room even with the pillow muffling most of the sound.

  I groan as she digs her elbows in and shakes her ass against me, moving as much as she can while pinned down. The heat rises as her pussy drips and flows like a raging and flooded river. She starts to convulse against me, and I pound her harder than ever when I feel her pussy seize up and squeeze me

  Sliding in and out of her with that increased tightness is too much, it’s like her body itself is doing everything it can to get the cum out of me, and I realize there’s no point resisting her body. I feel the same headrush from before, but even stronger this time, knowing that my seed is going to blast deep into her. Even though I know she’s gotta be on birth control, the primal feeling of my cum blasting into her makes the orgasm feel more intense than before.

  My balls clench, and finally I feel the explosive release. She’s still screaming and wailing as I blast my first load deep inside her, and I never stop thrusting, not until she begs me to stop.

  I fuck her with all I’ve got left as we come together, as my seed fills her up and over. I feel the cum leaking out of her as I slow my thrusts, as she begs me to stop.

  I do stop, still inside her. I feel the residual clenching as her orgasm dies down. And when I look at her face on the pillow, drool is dripping out of her mouth. Her eyelids are heavy. I’ve fucked her into submission.

  She seems so malleable right now, like I could just ask her point-blank what she’s hiding for me. I could tell her that whatever it is, it’s okay. We’ve joined together, and in this moment, we could solve and reconcile any differences together.

  But I don’t want to ruin anything. I don’t want to shatter the moment, so I just lay there, my cock softening inside her.

  6

  Elisabeth

  I wake up in the middle of the night. I feel amazing. My body is still singing from the orgasms. We fucked two more times after the first, and we both collapsed in each other’s arms. I wake up with my face still pressed against Jack’s chest. It’s warm, and wide, and strong. His chest is naked, the ring is on the nightstand. I can see the LED clock casting a dull illumination onto it.

  My stomach knots and tightens when I look at it. I could just stay like this. I could pretend that Jack’s stepbrother Aldus didn’t exist.

  But could I pretend that my own sister doesn’t exist? That she’s not in danger?

  No.

  I could wake Jack up, and tell him everything. He doesn’t seem like the type to “play along,” though. If I tell him, I’d have to hope that he’d be willing to give me the ring--give Aldus the ring--and never say a word to him about it.

  If Jack instead deciding to confront Aldus, Jill would be in danger. Even if Jack agreed to go along with me, if Aldus ever found out, he could come for Jill--and me--to get revenge.

  Aldus is rich and powerful. He owns half of Seattle. He’s unstable and sadistic enough to use his resources for petty revenge. I stare at the ring. I realize there’s only one real solution, and I realize I’m going to do it. I don’t have to feel good about it. I don’t feel good about it. My stomach is knotting up, and I feel like I’m about to vomit.

  But I’ve decided. I have to. I untie myself from Jack’s embrace, pull away from his warmth and into the cold aloneness. I realize as I pull away from him that I’m pulling away from him for good. I can never face him again after doing this.

  I roll out of bed, tiptoeing gently along the carpet.

  I realize then that I’m completely naked. As soon as I grab the ring, I need to leave.

  I get my clothes and go into the bathroom, gently shutting the door. I dress and run a comb through my knotted hair. I make sure i don’t look like total shit. I need to arouse as little suspicion as possi
ble with the hotel staff. I already noted a back exit near the elevator. I can probably get out unseen.

  I turn off the bathroom light and step back into the room. I creep gently toward the bed. The ring is right beside me now, inches from my hand. All I have to do is grab it.

  I have to make sure he’s still sleeping. I lean slightly down, and then I whisper.

  “Jack?”

  He doesn’t move.

  “Jack? Are you awake?”

  Still no movement.

  My lip trembles, and tears stain my eyes. “I’m so sorry, Jack,” I whisper. I grab the ring, clutch it into my fist and turn my back to him.

  I step toward the door, open it as quietly as I can, an exit into the harsh fluorescent hallway light.

  I don’t even have to knock on Aldus’s door. It opens as I approach.

  “I saw you coming,” he says.

  Every passing minute has made me feel guiltier and guiltier. Just because I had the best sex of my life with him doesn’t make Jack the perfect man. If I thought he was perfect, then I could have trusted him with the truth. I could have trusted him not to confront Aldus.

  No...not perfect. He just had the potential to be the best man I’ve ever met. The best man I’ve ever betrayed and thrown away.

  “Give it to me,” he says.

  “How do you know I have it?”

  “Why else would you be here?” He asks.

  I pull the ring out of my pocket and clutch it in my fist. “You swear you’ll leave Jane alone?”

  “I want nothing more than to be rid of her,” he says. “But I must warn you, she’s tried to run from me before. She always comes back. Give me the ring.”

  I extend my hand out and open it, he snatches the ring out of my palm and examines it.

  “Good girl,” he says.

  I shudder. His tone of voice has completely changed from distant coldness to warm admiration. This must be the same voice he used to break my sister.

  “You have everything already,” I say, pointing to his luxurious view of the Seattle skyline, through the floor-to-ceiling windows. “Why do you care about this ring?”

  “Jack took everything from me,” Aldus says, scowling down at me. “So now I take everything from him.”

  I consider saying that Jack is a fucking lumberjack who is ecstatic over winning just $10,000. How can he have taken everything? From my point of view, it’s Aldus who has everything. But I hold my tongue. There’s no reason to anger Aldus, or to make him angrier at Jack. The best thing I can do is fade from Aldus’s memory as quickly as I can, and hope that this ring is the last thing he needs to take from Jack.

  “So we’re done?” I ask. “If I hear that you so much as looked at Jane across the street, I will--”

  “There’s nothing you can do to me, girl,” Aldus says. “It’s like I said, Jane has never stayed away from me. I’ll let her know I’ve dumped her tomorrow morning. She’ll be heartbroken, and then she’ll come crawling back to me. I recommend you keep her away. Far away.”

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