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LAST OF THE BAD BOYS
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Nora Flite
Copyright © 2014 Nora Flite
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LAST OF THE BAD BOYS is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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- Chapter One -
Huxton
My name is Huxton. Huck, for short. Yes. I know you're already making the connection. I've heard every sing-song title and ridiculous joke there is.
Huck, it rhymes with fuck.
And isn't that just poetic?
It had also been prophetic. Fitting. A name and a teasing rhyme that said volumes about my life. All I'd ever been good at was fighting and fucking. I excelled at both. It chased me and I chased it back. Years of the same routine.
Some people would get bored of all the action.
Those people weren't me.
Nothing could beat the way a fist felt when it collided with a jaw. Nothing compared to the sensation of making a woman vibrate when she came with my cock sheathed deep inside of her. I adored the rush of adrenaline, and honestly, sex and violence gave the same brand of rush. Combining them? Now, that was god damn magic.
This was the life of a fucking bad boy. There were no roses here, not unless they were tattooed across some perfect skin. If people wanted romance, they called a dating service.
If they wanted thick muscle, grinding hips, or both... they called me.
I was always happy to answer.
There was a drop of sweat dangling from her chin. I kept watching it, studying her breathing and wondering when that bit of liquid would finally fall. Every muscle—from her tensed feet to her throat—was taut as a drum.
It was all my fault, really. I'd told Gina to hold still. Made it clear that if she moved, I'd walk right out of her home and never look back. You might call me cruel. That's true and false. I mean, I am a fucking bastard, but this whole set-up was Gina's idea.
She had needs. And she paid out the nose to get them.
Bending down, I blew air across her panties. The black silk was dark from her excitement, my breath turning the dampness cool where seconds ago it had been scalding. Gina gasped, and that time, the drop of sweat crashed to her collar bone.
“Huxton,” she sobbed, writhing in place, not even blessed by cuffs to hold her down—that would have been too easy. “Fucking hell, you're killing me here.”
“Killing you?” I chuckled, scraping my teeth over her inner thigh. She jumped, fingers clenching on the blanket. “You seem plenty alive to me, sweetheart.”
The only binding on her luscious body was a blindfold. I'd insisted on that. I wanted her to lie in her bed and wonder if I was staring at her quaking tits or her parted thighs. I adored every part of a woman's body, I'd eaten the visual up and had seconds by now.
Pushing my thumbs along the edge of her panties, I spread her—made her lips bloom so that the fabric slid between. Gina whimpered, vibrating with her need.
Tugging the material upwards, I watched it encase the hard nub of her clit. It was so swollen I could see it through the silk, pleading with me to just kiss it. “God, you smell amazing,” I whispered.
“Please stop teasing me, I can't take it!”
“I think you can,” I chuckled. “I think you love it. You're soaking, beautiful. Your cunt is going wild. When was the last time you were fucked?”
Pushing her cheek into the pillow, her ruby smile twitched. “Last week, when you visited me.”
I clucked my tongue. “Just six days and you're this horny? I get why you called me. This pussy is starving...” Bending close, I licked her inner thigh. Gina jumped. “It needs attention, doesn't it?”
“Yes! God, yes!”
“Then say please.” Pulling her panties lower, I stopped when just her clit was exposed.
Writhing, her toes clenching, Gina sobbed. “I've been saying please!”
“Say it again,” I scolded, nuzzling right beside her cunt.
Of course, she was more than happy to follow orders. I wondered if anyone in the nearby apartments would hear her scream. “Please! Please, Huck, just fuck me!”
She couldn't see my smile. “Good girl, much better.”
Licking straight up her silk panties to her vulnerable clit, I thrilled at how she groaned. Gina clawed at me, unable to follow the rules. That was fine; they were meant for her, not me.
I loved when my clients lost control.
Ripping her blindfold away, she grabbed at my shoulders. “More, give me more!”
One easy snap, I tore her underwear clean off of her. They were thrown aside, useless. Pushing her thighs open for better access, I stuffed my face into her cunt and went to town. Her juices ran down my chin, I lapped them eagerly.
Gina trembled, digging into my back. Amazingly, she didn't leave marks. “You ready for my cock, babe?”
Her lips were thick, slightly parted. The fierce daze in her eyes made her look desperate. It was magical. “Fuck me, Huxton. Just... god, fuck me!”
Stroking myself through my briefs, I growled. “You missed me that badly, huh?”
“You're all I thought of all week.”
Smirking, my fingers curled into my underwear. “All week?”
She nodded eagerly. “All fucking week.”
My cock bounced into the air. It arched proudly, the tip sticky with my pre-come. “This is what you thought of? Did you imagine me every single night while you played with your beautiful pussy?”
Squeezing her eyes shut, she bit her lip. “Over and over, now stop teasing me, it's murder.”
With a practiced hand, I peeled the condom I'd set on the nightstand down my length. It turned my skin shiny, and unlike most guys, it excited me.
Condoms signaled the time for fun.
Rolling my hips, my cock-head slid along her soaked entrance. “I'd hate for you to think I'm so cruel.” Gritting my teeth, I fisted myself and pushed into her excited pussy. There was no resistance.
Instantly, Gina moaned. An animal in heat, she wrapped me in her arms and thrust faster than my own tempo. I let her take control... but not because I preferred it. No, I loved ruining women, making them so excited they just babbled in my ear.
But tonight, I was out of time.
I had somewhere to be.
Panting, she rubbed her cheek on my temple. “Huck, you feel—god, you're amazing!” Grinding violently, she hooked her legs and clamped on. I wondered, if I'd tried to slide free, if I even could have.
I shivered, my balls already tightening. I liked it rough, so did Gina. She was one of my favorite clients for a reason.
Even through the condom, her cunt was milking me. She'd been on edge so long, her release wasn't far. She was a fan of foreplay, and I'd been teasing her for over an hour.
I observed her breathing, her heart. I paid attention to every little thing. My job was to make women happy, and I did it with gusto.
“Fuck!” she squealed, holding onto me for dear life. Heat tingled through her wet walls. It sank into me, my cock flexing with need. I wanted to come, I needed to come.
It was an addiction... but one that was easily solved.
Escorting gave me many opportunities.
Reaching back, I squeezed her ass and bit her shoulder. That was it, Gina was done. Moaning into my ear, she shook and crumpled like a leaf on the wind. Her cunt thrummed, crushing me and sending me over the edge.