Packing Heat: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance (Barone Crime Family) by B. B. Hamel Page A
Authors: B. B. Hamel
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lips against my ear. “I want you to come on this big, fat cock, you dirty fucking girl.”
“Rafa,” I moaned. “I want it.”
“God damn right you do. You want this thick cock.”
“I need it.”
“You do fucking need it. Work this fucking cock, girl.”
I moved my hips, moaning, my mind completely blank. I could feel the orgasm building through me, slowly taking shape in my core. It was an unstoppable wave, and I knew it would wave me completely away.
But he pulled back before it could break over me. He sat back on the couch and pulled me over to him. I straddled his hips, his mouth against my chest, his tongue teasing my nipples, as I slowly lowered myself down along his cock.
I slid down his shaft and moaned, my hands on his shoulders.
“Fuck, that’s right,” he said. “Slide down along that big dick. Ride my fucking cock. I want to see your face as you come.”
“You want to watch?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he said. “I want to see everything.”
I began to work my hips, riding him up and down, sliding along his thick cock. I kissed him hard and then began to work my ass faster, sliding up and down, taking his big dick deep inside me. He grabbed my hips and helped me along, thrusting in time with my movements.
We worked together like that, sweat dripping down my body as he fucked me mercilessly. I rode that cock and loved it, pleasure flowing through me.
I looked into his intense eyes, and I saw something there. I didn’t expect it, but it was something more than pure lust. I stared into his gaze as I rode him, faster and faster, taking his thick cock deep inside me.
The idea hit me harder than any orgasm, and I knew it was totally insane. Rationally, I knew I shouldn’t do it.
I slid up, letting him slip out of me, and then reached back. I found his cock and pulled the condom off him.
He cocked his head at me, a small smile playing on his lips. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up,” I said, and slowly slipped back down along him.
He groaned. “Fucking shit,” he said. “God damn. I love that. My skin against your skin. Nothing in the fucking way.”
I kissed him and began to ride him again, the pleasure doubled. I didn’t know why, but I trusted him, trusted him completely. Maybe his plan was insane, but it was his plan, and so far he had kept me safe, even fought for me.
He fucked me with a renewed passion. I rode him faster, taking his thick cock deep inside me, moaning for it. I wanted him to fill me with his cum so badly. I wanted him to fill me to the absolute brim.
He grabbed my hips and stood, his cock still inside me. He turned me, pressing my back down on the couch, and spread my legs wide.
Rafa fucked me rough like that, and I watched his muscular body tense as he worked me. I reached forward to touch his chest, pressing my breasts together. His thumb found my clit as he fucked me, and I knew I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
The orgasm washed over me. Every muscle in my body tensed and contracted. I couldn’t stop the moans coming out of my mouth as I said his name over and over again, begging for him to fuck me, begging for him to fill me with his cum.
And as I came, I felt him stiffen. I felt him come inside me, filling me up, his cock buried deep inside me.
We came together like that, our bodies sweating, our eyes locked on each other. I’d never felt so fucking good before, so fucking free. I knew it was insane to feel that way about a stranger getting me pregnant, but I needed that, needed the moment of him inside me, fucking me, coming inside me, making me his.
And finally we finished. Together we finished, and he pulled himself out of me, collapsing onto the couch next to me. I could feel him still inside me, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“That was unexpected,” he said.
“I guess I decided that I trust you.”
“Good.” He took my chin and kissed me. “Keep trusting me.”
I nodded and snuggled my head into his chest. He wrapped his
“Rafa,” I moaned. “I want it.”
“God damn right you do. You want this thick cock.”
“I need it.”
“You do fucking need it. Work this fucking cock, girl.”
I moved my hips, moaning, my mind completely blank. I could feel the orgasm building through me, slowly taking shape in my core. It was an unstoppable wave, and I knew it would wave me completely away.
But he pulled back before it could break over me. He sat back on the couch and pulled me over to him. I straddled his hips, his mouth against my chest, his tongue teasing my nipples, as I slowly lowered myself down along his cock.
I slid down his shaft and moaned, my hands on his shoulders.
“Fuck, that’s right,” he said. “Slide down along that big dick. Ride my fucking cock. I want to see your face as you come.”
“You want to watch?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he said. “I want to see everything.”
I began to work my hips, riding him up and down, sliding along his thick cock. I kissed him hard and then began to work my ass faster, sliding up and down, taking his big dick deep inside me. He grabbed my hips and helped me along, thrusting in time with my movements.
We worked together like that, sweat dripping down my body as he fucked me mercilessly. I rode that cock and loved it, pleasure flowing through me.
I looked into his intense eyes, and I saw something there. I didn’t expect it, but it was something more than pure lust. I stared into his gaze as I rode him, faster and faster, taking his thick cock deep inside me.
The idea hit me harder than any orgasm, and I knew it was totally insane. Rationally, I knew I shouldn’t do it.
I slid up, letting him slip out of me, and then reached back. I found his cock and pulled the condom off him.
He cocked his head at me, a small smile playing on his lips. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up,” I said, and slowly slipped back down along him.
He groaned. “Fucking shit,” he said. “God damn. I love that. My skin against your skin. Nothing in the fucking way.”
I kissed him and began to ride him again, the pleasure doubled. I didn’t know why, but I trusted him, trusted him completely. Maybe his plan was insane, but it was his plan, and so far he had kept me safe, even fought for me.
He fucked me with a renewed passion. I rode him faster, taking his thick cock deep inside me, moaning for it. I wanted him to fill me with his cum so badly. I wanted him to fill me to the absolute brim.
He grabbed my hips and stood, his cock still inside me. He turned me, pressing my back down on the couch, and spread my legs wide.
Rafa fucked me rough like that, and I watched his muscular body tense as he worked me. I reached forward to touch his chest, pressing my breasts together. His thumb found my clit as he fucked me, and I knew I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
The orgasm washed over me. Every muscle in my body tensed and contracted. I couldn’t stop the moans coming out of my mouth as I said his name over and over again, begging for him to fuck me, begging for him to fill me with his cum.
And as I came, I felt him stiffen. I felt him come inside me, filling me up, his cock buried deep inside me.
We came together like that, our bodies sweating, our eyes locked on each other. I’d never felt so fucking good before, so fucking free. I knew it was insane to feel that way about a stranger getting me pregnant, but I needed that, needed the moment of him inside me, fucking me, coming inside me, making me his.
And finally we finished. Together we finished, and he pulled himself out of me, collapsing onto the couch next to me. I could feel him still inside me, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“That was unexpected,” he said.
“I guess I decided that I trust you.”
“Good.” He took my chin and kissed me. “Keep trusting me.”
I nodded and snuggled my head into his chest. He wrapped his
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