Bad Boy Sex Novels & Stories

Aaron asked, and I nodded. “Damn!! How did you do it? I heard she’s been turning guys down; how come she agreed to someone like you?” Beckham spoke, and I frowned at what he said. “Someone like me? What is that supposed to mean?” “Nothing... Nothing… I’m just curious why she chose to date the bad boy, especially a flirt like you when good guys have been coming her way,” Beckham added. “Maybe she likes bad boys like me. Anyway, she wasn’t an easy target to get. She was more difficult than the others,” I explained.

He was right, even if my body didn’t give me the same satisfaction/ “And one more thing, I don’t want you to do because you’re feeling obligated to lose your virginity, and you’re already an adult and still a virgin. There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin if you haven’t someone you could trust to lose it with. Sex is good, but it would be better if you’re doing it with someone you care about.” “I care for you, and I trust you.” He was running his fingers on my back. “I know, Lee. And I’m grateful. Do you like kissing me?”

Two hours and six cocktails later… The sight of his huge cock sliding between my breasts is driving me crazy. We’re back in his room, unable to control our mutual attraction, acting like animals. This is casual sex at its absolute finest. This guy is gorgeous, intelligent, funny, and sexy as fuck. Not to mention he’s hung like a bloody horse. I’ve died and gone to Vegas Heaven. His knees are on either side of my body as he kneels over me. Large, dark brown eyes stare down at me, and I arch my back, unable to hold the urge to fuck. How did he get me here, doing this? I’m not this kind of girl, but holy hell, he makes being bad so much damn fun.

My face hit the sheets, ass high in the air facing him, knees spread wide like a bitch in heat. A gasp ripped from my throat, shock and excitement crashing through me—I didn't know what he was about to do but my pussy throbbed hot, already dripping fresh slick down my thighs. Instinct took over and I rolled my ass back at him, teasing, begging without words. A deep, animal groan rumbled from his chest, and then—CRACK—something sharp struck my ass hard. His hand. The sting burned so good, a loud moan exploding from my lips, my pussy clenching empty air. "You're being a BAD GIRL," he snarled, voice dripping filth. "Bad fucking girl—innocence ruined, breaking apart, and you want MORE but you sa

It felt so wrong but so devilishly good. I closed my eyes and told myself to pretend it wasn’t happening but my underwear was getting soaked fast. “See that, this pussy knows what’s about to happen and has accepted it’s fate.” His voice, that arrogance, made it hard to resist. He was whom mothers preached their children to stay away from. He was the new blueprint for bad boys. He was there to take what he wanted then ruin me. My underwear was flicked to the side and his thumb soon began rubbing on my pussy folds, gently massaging and driving me insane. I needed more, wanted him to touch more, do more.

However, we have one tiny problem: I have no idea how to be a bad boy. I have Asperger's Syndrome, not Einstein's brain so I need help. And since God wouldn't give me a straight away answer, I asked the only one who would: Google. Google Results: The Bad Boy Is: The guy who effortlessly gets the girl you dream about having. The guy women fantasize about and will practically do anything for The guy who sweeps the woman you've always wanted off of her feet, makes her deepest sexual fantasies come true, breaks her heart, and then has her missing and calling him for the next 10 years.

He told me he loves me! I can't believe it. I kissed him with the same intensity with which he did it. I had no doubt with Rich, it is certainly the best thing that could happen to me when I came here. Rich got on top of me without taking off my lips from his. "Are you mine?" Say you're mine, ”he asks with desire. "I'm yours, Rich, only yours." He separates and takes off his shirt, revealing his abdomen so worked. I couldn't help biting my lower lip. Rich was very good. Do not get carried away by the appearances of the quiet room, girls, because they hide something very good below. I took off my shirt and kissed Rich again. I felt too good with him and I was too excited. I needed him, I nee

Slowly— She closed her locker. The soft click sounded louder than it should have. Then— She turned. --- The boy stood there. A few steps away. His fists clenched at his sides. Eyes red—not from sleep. From something else. Something heavier. Grief. Anger. Blame. All mixed into something ugly. Something raw. Something real. “He would still be alive if you had acted sooner, bitch.” --- Silence. Complete. The hallway didn’t just quiet down.

I ironized angrily. “Work on your charms, if it is necessary to take the proposal to bed, you do it without objections, okay?” "That? “That's worse than prostitution, it's easy, at least she gets paid to say 'I love you'.” “And it's very difficult for you to open your legs.” I opened my mouth at her nerve, “Abby!” “We are talking about Edrien Peck, please.” she exaggerated at his snort. And with the thought of making profanities with Edrien, sleep attacked me. Monday was a sad day. Because?

She raised her voice, sounding very angry and her thunderous voice echoed through the room. “Relax Stephanie, we had sex after you guys broke up and you moved on with your girlfriend.” “Oh wow.” “His dick wad good but he was still very naive and he was a slow sex partner.” She furrowed her eyebrows and got up to go to the kitchen. “Slow sex partner? What do you mean by that?” “I mean I like the rough, no pity sex that comes with the multiple orgasms and the ass slapping.” I said excitedly, my mind flash backing to all the p**n videos I have been watching.