Page 14 of Bad Man

“I spent all day thinking about your hands on me,” she says, breathy with lust. “I wish you didn’t have to go to work. It would have been so hot if you made me ride you while I was scheduling posts.”

I take the next turn a little too hard, digging the heel of my palm against my aching dick. I’m close to home. And, when I get there, I’m going to show her exactly how badly I needed her while I was working.

“And I couldn’t stop thinking about you bending me over and making me take your huge cock,” she says, moaning as she no doubt gives her clit even more attention. At the stop sign, I chance a look at the screen, sucking in a harsh breath when I seeher flushed face and her wrist working her most private parts. “When you get here, I want you to put me on all fours and fuck me until I can’t see straight. I want you to take what you want from me. I want you to leave bruises.”

A bead of precum escapes the tip of my cock, and I’m grateful that I’m nearly home. If I have to listen to her talk for much longer, I might blow my load in my pants. It doesn’t matter that we’ve been together for six years. She still makes me feel absolutely crazy with desire.

As I pull into the driveway, she’s moaning my name, sounding close herself. I barely get my truck into park before I’m jumping out and rushing inside. I feel like if I don’t fuck her soon, I might die.

Tearing into the house, I start stripping out of my clothes immediately, leaving a trail of garments in my wake. Ella left the door to the bedroom open, and I can hear her moans as I get closer. She’s no doubt putting on even more of a show now that she knows I’m in the house with her.

When I step into the room, the bra of her lingerie is thrown to the side. She’s still wearing those damn panties, covering up the part of her that I want to see most. I waste no time in crossing the room and ripping them from her body – I’ll have to replace them, but that’s the last thing I’m worried about right now.

As soon as I get her stripped, I turn her over, putting her on her hands and knees just like she asked for. Then, I climb onto the bed behind her, lining myself up with her dripping wet pussy. She clenches in anticipation, and I grit my teeth as a sharp wave of desire washes over me.

“You were watching,” she says breathlessly as she twists her fists in the sheets beneath her.

“Of course I was,” I tell her before shoving my cock inside of her tight warmth. “And now I’m going to give you exactly what you asked for.”

I don’t give her any time to prepare before I start the unforgiving pounding of my hips. My fingertips dig into her skin, and I know I’m going to leave her with those bruises she asked for. For good measure, I lean over her body and suck marks into the flesh of her shoulders.

“You have no fucking idea what hearing you talk like that does to me,” I growl, my teeth grazing her shoulder blade. “Thought I was going to blow my load in my pants like a fuckin’ teenager.”

“I thought I was– I was going to cum before you got here,” she admits, gasping as I slam into her even harder. “Love putting on a show for you.”

“That’s my good fucking girl,” I praise, taking my hand away from her hip to stimulate her clit. I’m already so close, but I need her to get there first.

“Michael,” she moans, her pussy clenching around me as she gets closer to her climax. I keep doing what I’m doing, angling my hips so I’m driving into her g-spot while I work her clit the way I know drives her insane. “I’m close! Give me another baby. Please. I want you to get me pregnant.”

“I know,” I groan, feeling my balls tug as my own orgasm approaches. “Go ahead. Show me how good I make you feel.”

All it takes is a few more thrusts, and she’s screaming my name. Her back arches as she cums all over my cock, making my cock even wetter. It’s nothing short of ecstasy. I can’t stop myself from falling over the edge right after she does, filling her up so full I can feel my cum dripping out of her.

God, I hope it takes. I hope I get to see her swollen with my child again.

“Fuck,” I say, chuckling at the way Ella giggles. “You’re incredible.”

“So are you,” she murmurs, hissing as I pull out of her. Then, while I’m pulling out a pack of baby wipes to clean her up from our nightstand, she says, “I think I have a lead on another job for you.”

“Is it the Thompson family? I know Rachel mentioned something about wanting to update her security system at the last PTA meeting.”

“No, not that kind of job.”

I pause, turning my head to look at her with a raised eyebrow. She ducks her head, her cheeks going pink. Normally, she stays out of my work, too squeamish about the details even though she approves of the end goal.

“My best friend called earlier,” she mutters with a shrug. “She’s been having trouble with a guy she was seeing. He won’t leave her alone and the police aren’t doing anything about it.”

“Do you have his name?” I ask, resuming cleaning her up, already making a plan to take care of this guy. Both of us know from experience that the longer you let people like him run free, the more dangerous the situation becomes.

“I already emailed you before I got in front of the camera,” she admits.

I smile at her, tossing aside the dirty baby wipe and getting into bed with her. I give her a kiss on the forehead as I say, “I’ll look into it.”

“I love you,” Ella replies, sounding like she’s already starting to drift to sleep.

“I love you too,” I say, squeezing her tightly against my chest. “And I’ll do anything to keep you and the people you care about safe.”

She hums, a happy sound that warms me from the inside out. I’m so glad I get to hear it for the rest of my life.