Bad Boy Sex Novels & Stories

“A bad girl. It makes me a very bad girl.” A satisfactory smirk splayed across his face. “And what happens to bad girls?” Her body was so primed for him. It was so ready to take him. She wanted to hate herself for it… wanted to hate him for making her feel this way. But she couldn't, not with her body’s needs taking over her senses. Alessandro still carrying her, slammed her against the wall, lowering his head while his hand stayed fixed on her butt, grabbing as much as he could. “Fucking answer me, Isabelle. What happens to bad girls?”

I turn to glare at whoever interrupted the class but am surprised as I don’t recognize the face. “Yes?” our teacher raises a brow. “New student,” the guy holds up a pass in between two fingers as he moves further into the classroom. The girls already begin to swoon over his ‘bad boy’ attire consisting of black pants, white v- neck, and the famous leather jacket and combat boots. He scans the class for all I can think of to be new prey and I glance down and begin the assignment the teacher now wrote on the board.

Even his name sounded annoyingly attractive. "Let me guess," I said, trying to sound casual. "He’s some kind of brooding bad boy?" Olivia snorted. "More like a walking red flag." I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" "He’s a playboy," Olivia said bluntly. "The kind who flirts with anything that breathes and leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes." She rolled her eyes. "I swear, half the girls in this school have fallen for his stupid charm at some point. You’d think they’d learn."

We had the best epic of sex. TBC...

"Why should I trust you, anyway, Mr. Bad Boy? Not after what you did." "Gee, thanks Poppy," Grayson said. "Thanks for judging me over one small thing I did when you don't even know my back-story. I thought you of all people wouldn't be this way towards me." He walked passed me, looking extremely pissed off. However, what he said had me very curious. Back-story? What did that boy not tell me?

Sexy? No, that can't be right. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * BLAKE’s POV : “Fuck, that wave was lit!”

I whimper against his lips at the feeling of his lips on mine again. Ryland places his hand on my hip, holding me against him. I trace my tongue over his lips, asking for access, which he grants without hesitation. My tongue slips into his mouth, finding his. Our tongues dance perfectly together. It is a slow and gentle kiss. I have never kissed like this. Then again, I have only ever kissed one other boy. I can only imagine how many girls' lips he has had against his. How many girls has he been with? I see the way the females swoon over him.

"Summer! You bad girl. You are just going to use my body until then? I feel so objectified!" "Shut up! Weren't you supposed to be a sex-crazed bad boy?" I giggled. "That was the old Tony. New Tony is responsible, serious..." "Boooring!" I cried. "Oh, okay, practice it is," he chuckled and picked me up bridal style, then walked towards the bedroom. He sat me down on the bed and loomed over me. "I am going to ravage your body until you can't take it anymore," he said in a low and husky voice.

I was quite in school today which was unusual. I am the King of Beverly Dale high school, and I've been labelled a casanova by everyone in school. I don't like girls, but I love fucking them. I like pounding into their pussy and hearing them scream as I pleasure them. There is a rumour that I have fucked seventy percent of the girls in school, and I think it's partially true. I am the type of guy every girls wants on their bed and whenever they throw themselves at me, I don't hesitate in fucking their brains out.

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.