76 comments/ 243833 views/ 358 favorites Loving Mr. Bad Boy By: Lady Zendora I was minding my own business. Legs moving, arms pumping, music jamming, lungs working, I was feeling alive and loving it. I always felt this way when I was working out. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a guy hoping onto the machine beside me. A flash of black tattoos on his forearm, turned by head in his direction. In just that simple glance I found myself stunned as the treadmill went on without me. A few brief seconds, I barely manage to recover my dignity and pretend like I meant to almost fall of the treadmill. After that I quickly lowered my speed, and took deep calming breaths to lower my heart rate also. Whether it was my speed or my reaction to his good looks, the jury was still out on that verdict. The simple fact was the guy next to me was a pure and total babe. A bad ass, bad boy babe. The type that lonely housewives and single women became addicted read romance novels over. Over six feet tall with skin tanned from riding a Harley, well I he looked like a Harley man. He had several tattoos, that I could make out peeking out of his tank from the corner of my eye, but he ones on both his forearms were the most noticeable. With loose knee length workout shorts, he had enough of his body on display to make me sweat a bit harder than just from my workout. Seeing those broad shoulders, bugling biceps and lean muscular calves, I found myself once again at the end of the treadmill belt. Glancing around making sure not one had seen my folly again, I pushed myself to move up towards the control panels to lower my speed further. The most interesting part of him was his face. Full suck-able lips, eyes the color of the sky on a bright summers day, an once elegant nose, bearing the history of a break that never was set right, sporting a noticable bump in the brigde. An earlobe with a single diamond stud, I don't know if both ears were pierce since I was only glancing at his profile. Topped off with long silky blonde hair that was pulled back into a thong ending between his shoulder blades. Definitely a bad boy, in my book, one that any woman wouldn't mind chance to make good. For me however, he was best admired from afar. Which for me meant, I simple pretended he doesn't existence, even if I'm aware of every breath he takes, and every move he makes, I'll be watching him. So getting myself under control, after filling up my fantasy tank on Mr. Bad Boy, with plans to fodder my day dreams with him, I turned up my speed and my music and went back to losing myself in my thoughts. Mr. Bad Boy was soon forgotten for now, as the treadmill and I raced nowhere. In a corner, out of the way of the major flow of the gym, covered with sweat, my shirt, sticking to my back, I gracefully collapsed down onto the mat and began stretching my legs. I moved slowly and graceful from warrior into cobra positions, letting my breathe slowly lead me into my stretches. In the middle of a relaxing yoga move, while enjoying my peaceful solitude, I heard a nearby male voice say, "You really good at that." With an arch eyebrow and a half smile I turned to give some a thank you and found sky blue eyes watching me as Mr. Bad Boy did push ups beside me on the mat. "Thanks." I said, not sure of what else to say, tearing my eyes away from his bugling biceps. I lowered my head down to my knees, trying to gather my scatter wits and decide on what position to move into next, with him watching my every move. Still unsure, I straighten up to a sitting position and moved into some basic stretches. "You run a lot? I noticed the shirt your wearing." Mr. Bad Boy asked as he turned around and began doing situps. The man was not even breathing hard. The shirt in question was an old shirt I got last spring from a benefit 5K race. I hadn't run the whole thing, but I hadn't walk it either. Not bad for a seasonly excisers. "Uh, not really, just when the mood hits, or I get signed up for a good cause." Deciding it would not kill me to talk to him. He was just being friendly. With a small laugh, he said, "That's how I am. When the mood hits. Like being stressed out or just needing to think." Stopping on what had to be his one hundered and ninety-seven situp, he wiped his hand off on his towel before extending it out toward me. "Josh Kruse, by the way.". "Katherine Johnston," I said noticing how long is fingers were, and how firm his grip was on my hand. "Most people call me Kat for short." My fingers started tingling and the sensation move up my arm from his where his hand touched mine. Okay, I thought to myself trying to calm down the body that was taking move from this than just a hand shake. One he's just being nice; two, your probably not his type; and three, you'll only get hurt in the long run. "Nice to meet you." he said casually with a quiet grin. With a tense smile I rose from the mat. "Nice meeting you too. Okay I'm finish here." Glancing around for anything I might be leaving, not really wanting to look into his face, for fear of what I might find. Muttering, "Have a nice day." I turned, walking quickly to the nearest exit, feeling his eyes watching my backside as I retreated, to I was to chicken to turn around. The next day, I was back at the gym, around the same time as the day before. A small part of me hoping to run into Mr. Josh "Bad Boy" Kruse again. Five minutes into my workout, he entered, nodding a greeting my way, before jumping onto the treadmill beside mines. For the next thirty five minutes we jogged together. Actually his was thirty minutes, but I waited until he was through. Getting off, he greeted me going through the usually, hellos, how are you's. And me responding in the same. Now came the test. Would he go to weights, while I headed for the mats, or would he follow me? My heart leapt as he followed, taking the greeting ritual to another level. Small talk. Through sit ups, push ups, dips, and stretching we talked. This time he did not permit me to run out on him, but instead walked with me to the parking lot. "Hey, you want to go out sometime?" he asked, nearly stopping my heart in shocked excitement. Just as quickly it came, the initial excitement died, as I thought about all the games of phone tag that would go probably end nowhere. If he wanted me, he was going to have to work for me. Narrowing my eyes in challenge, keeping my voice light and cool, "Sure, I would like to go out. Do you have a time in mind? With a casual shrug, "How about tonight? A nice restaurant for dinner?" Hhhmmm, tonight, huh? Nice restaurant? What was this man getting at? After a brief period of thinking and still having no answers, I handed over my card. "Sure. Here's my number. You can all me to work out the detail." "Here, I'll give you one of my cards." Heading to a cherry red Cobra mustang, parked a few spaces away, he unlocked the door, reached in and produced a small card. Handing me a holographic card, reading Josh Kruse, CEO of Amadis. "What's Amadis?" Curious that this Mr. Bad boy was CEO of something. "It's my software gaming company. Ever heard of Merlin's Quest, or Psych Ward; those are computer games my company designs." Pride was evident in his voice as he spoke. "Cool." I was impress. Mr. Badass, was handsome, intelligent, and well off, not a bad combo package. "Wish I could say I do something fascinating, but I'm just a teacher." His eyebrows raised in amazement. "Wow. I am impress. Couldn't do what you do for nothing. I remember what a little shit head I was in school and all the torture I put my teachers through. Okay, here's my number, my home phone number is on the back. Cell and office on the front. I'll call you around three to verify." We stood there unsure of what to do next. Him, just standing, leaning against his car looking at me in my sweaty outfit, with wet hair sticking to my face, and me just standing there looking back at him. Finally I just manage to move, breaking the spell he had over me. "It's getting hot out here. I better get going, so I can shower. I'll talk to you later. Bye." With that I turned and began walking towards my car. "Okay. Talk to you then. Bye." I heard him from behind as he entered his car. I watched him as he manuevered his car out of the lot, his manner confident and easy. Then I looked at myself in the rearview mirror. My make up free freckled caramel brown face was shiny and wet from sweat, still rolling down my forehead in droplets. My hair was covered with a faded sweat soaked scarf and the little that showed was plastered to my face. Simple brown eyes stared back at a average looking face, not ugly, but not gorgeous, simple pretty. I was not athletic, healthy was more like it. A good healthy size girl, with big busted, slighty rounded belly, and wide hips. Remembering again at the lean white tiger of a man that just asked me out, I sat staring for a while longer trying see what he saw in this plain tabby cat looking back at me. At exactly three o'clock he called. We repeated the greeting ritual, then talked about possible restaurants options. With him finally successfully manuveuring me to agree to some little non franchised place with great Italian food. With that figured out we came to the question of transportation. Did I want to drive myself or did I want to have him pick me up? Taking a risk, I gave him my address, and agreed to a time. "I'll see you then." Were his parting words that had me grabbing a pillow to muffle my screams of excitement. It took approximately four hours and twelve minutes to get dress. Most of that time, was spent with me trying on every sred of clothing I possessed in my closet, to finally settle on my favorite skin tight jeans, a nice white silk blouse and a pair of gold mules. The rest of the time was spent on making myself feel like a million bucks. I gave a fourth pray of thanks for the emergency beauty shop appointment I managed to grab earlier in the day. At seven o'clock I dumping all the essential items needed into a small purse for this date, when I heard a knocked at my door. With my heart racing in anticipation, I moved quickly, closing the door of my bedroom to hiding the huge mess of clothes, shoes, and makeup I would have to deal with later. Checking myself one more time in the hall mirror, I opened the door and was blown completely away. Mr. Bad Boy was looking mouth watering fine. If I thought he looked good in the gym, he looked super deluxe good now. Wearing hip hugging jeans, white shirt, black cowboy boots, and a black sports jacket. He looked like he was here for a beefcake calendar photo shot, instead of date. His gazed traveled down my body, taking in every detail with intense interest stopping at my fire engine red painted toenails, then raising his eyes up to my face he gave me a slow suductive smile in approval. His smile almost made me slam the door in his face, fighting down the need to hide under my bed. A gorgeous man smiling like that, could do real damage to a girl's heart. "Hi." My voice sounded loud and strained, making me wince mentally. Remember cool and collect, make him work for you. I realized now, I would going to need a lot of personal pep talks to make it through this date in one piece. "Hi." he responded, pulling a bouquet of red tipped yellow roses from behind his back. "Oh!" I squealed in surprised delight. Yes, I squealed. Some girls get flowers all the time, I'm not one, so for me this deserved a squeal. Damn! I should have slammed the door in his face and hid under my bed. Taking the flowers, I motioned him into my humble abode, while I dashed into the kitchen to put the roses in water. In the living room he admired at my collection of art work, photos and nick knats. "Very nice place you got. I see you've traveled to Rome, Paris, London, New York, and this one of you at...?" Peering from out of the kitchen at what he was looking at. "Oh, that's at Disney World." "I see you enjoy traveling." Having found a decent home for my roses, I walked out of the kitchen. "Yeah, I want to go to Morocco next. But that still in the planning phase." I said with a wistful sigh. "Okay I'm ready." Walking towards me I could not help but to admire the smooth grace of the man and his crotch region."I hope your hungry?" Feeling a bit flirty with a smirk on my lips, I replied. "Depended on what it is? I suddenly have a craving for a thick meaty sausage. Do you think that's on the menu?" There, top that one. With my back to him as I locked my apartment door, he leaned forward. His body inches from mine, he replied in a low husky voice near my ear, that sent tiny temors of desire coursing down my back, not just from his warm breath on my neck, but from the words he spoke, "Whatever you desire." Hiding my blush, I declared a cease fire. The Italian place was packed with a long wait for tables. There was an Middle eastern restaurant a little ways down that I knew was good, so we headed over there. I had forgotten two major things about this particular restaurant. One, was you sat on the floor and two, they had belly dancers that moved through the dining area shaking their hips right at diners head level. For the next two hours we talked, laughed, and snorted. I snorted, it kind of snuck out, when he tried to prove his manhood by eating a particular very hot and spicy dish. His face turned a very interesting shade of red, with him diving for water. The infamous snort escaped while mixed in with my peals of laughter as I collapsed in my cushion. "Ha, ha, Ha." He muttered between gulps of water and gasping air to cool his mouth. His face was no longer red, but a hot pink. Narrowing his eyes at my opening grinning face, "You'll get yours my pretty. You'll get yours." he said, in an decent imitation of the wicked witch of the west voice. If I'd known how soon I was going to get mines, I would not have rubbed his folly in so merrily. The belly dancer who was working the room and dancing for each table, had finally reached ours. And just as I feared, she wanted to stand, so she could teach me how to gyrate my hips. At first I pretended like I did not understand what she wanted. Unfortunately Josh decided to become her co-partner in crime. With an un-gentleman like shove he had me up on my feet, receiveing a glare full of daggers for his assistance. "Come, come." Her heavily accented voice dripping from her lips as she waved me forward. "Let me show you how to keep your man smiling for days." The blush that appeared at those her words, almost matched Josh's previous scarlet color. For five minutes I was shown how to wiggle my hips, roll my stomach, and shimmied for all I was worth, with Josh grining all the while as the audience called out and clapped encouragement. It wasn't that bad, and several times, I made Mr. Bad Boy grin fall, as his eyes darken and intensify with his body going still as if memerized, by the sway of my hip in his direction. A woman's charm is a powerful thing. When I finally was allowed to sit down, to the great applause of the other diners, he leaned forward. His breath caressing my face, "Your very good at that. Maybe you could teach me, with some private lessons." The cease fire was over. Blushing again, as my heart sped up a bit, and my stomach tighten, a the heated promise in his voice I chose to leave his comment alone. For now, that is. Our evening winded down over wine, at a quiet cheese and wine bar. Sitting at a secluded table in the dimly lit, jazz filled bar, I felt relaxed and mellow, causing the flow of our conversation to flow its natural course. We talk about our lives, our past, our present, our dreams for the future, politics, careers, friends, and other things that caught our interest. I learned that he had hard beginning, born in a small "hick" town, dirty poor. He was blessed smart, but angry. Got in trouble alot leading to him getting kicked out of school and into the juvenile boot camp for young criminal offenders. At seventeen a counsler at the boot camp he was attending, kicked him in his ass, and onto the right track. Helping him find his love of computers and art as a way to work out his anger. Josh, got back into school, worked overtime to catch up and graduate high school. Went to college for computer graphics and animation, got in with some cool guys and started his business. Compared to his life story, my sounded a bit dull and boring. Two parents, two siblings, a dog, a house, a good student, graduated high school, graduated college, became a teacher, and everyone's happy. He would not let me get away with that simple biography. Probing and pushing with questions he found those little details that mades one life interesting. The fact that I enjoyed painting and grew vegetables, that crazy stories of from teaching. As the night progress, I realized that me made me feel special, that my life wasn't drab, but full of life and wonder. Sitting there gazing into those heavenly blue eyes, it hit me like a fully loaded eighteen wheeler. I had completely and utterly fallen for Mr. Josh "Bad Boy" Kruse, on our first date. Too late to hide under the bed now. He was in, and I just prayed it would not hurt me to much when he left out. For the next several months we were in regular daily contact. Meeting up at the gym, going out on a dates, or talking over the phone, when our lives were to hetic for anything else. And when we ran out of things to say to each other, we were just happy in each other company. It was hard at first, not just for me, but for every one around us. We got plenty of strange and sometimes hostile looks when we were out together. In truth I did not blame them for the curious glances, a quiet very curvy, or as my mother says very healthy looking, conservative black woman out with a tall, lean, goregous long haired white guy with an air of aggressive confidence about him, I would look too, which I did often, when I caught our reflection in storefront windows. Opposites was most definitely us. We had been seeing each other for five months straight. He had giving me his house key so I could check up on his place while he was gone out of town for a convention. I had been to his house several times over the past several months. But this was my first time entering it without him around. The convention trip was a last minute thing that his partner suddenly could make, due to illness. His home reflected the haste in which he left. Without thought, I suddenly found myself mopping, sweeping, washing dishes, and vaccumming. It had started with me taking the trash out, wiping up a spill, and then it tooka life of its own. Before I knew it I was washing his bed sheets and underwear. It's a sickness I tell you, a sickness. When I finally ran out of things to do, I found myself laying in his freshly bed missing him terribly. One minute I was examining the emptiness in my heart, the next second I was dreaming. Something was crawling on my neck. Still half asleep, I raised my hand and brushed it away. Only to find it was large and hairy. Jerking away, crying out in repulsion, I swatted at it as I dove off the bed onto the floor. Laughter rained down on me as I found myself on the floor looking up into Josh's laughing sky blue eyes. "Well, sleeping beauty is awake." "What are you doing here?" Still trying to catch me breath, a bit peeved at him, for scaring me awake. Rolling his eyes just to annoy me further, "I live here, last time I checked." As he leaned forward to pull me up off the floor and onto the bed, beside him. "You know what I mean. Your home early." Noticing that his usually immaculate slacks were wrinkled and his shirt was in the same wrinkled state, a minus the tie, with the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, showing the tattoos on his forearm. Loving Mr. Bad Boy Frowning and displaying a pout on those full lips. "Does this mean you didn't miss me?" A small smile slipped out ruining his hurt look. "And by the way, thank you for cleaning up. It's nice coming home to a clean house and a beautiful willing woman in my bed. It would have been perfect if food was in the oven and your were in see-through negligee, but I'll take what I can get. Owww." I punched him. He deserved it, first for waking me, and second because....just because. That started the wrestling match with him laughing and me, trying to make him stop. Like two teenage kids we shifted and twisted around the bed. When he finally got me pinned down under his heavy weight, limiting my movement, I could not help but noticed that a new member had joined our party. Feeling the hard bugle against my stomach, I panted for air and stilled any further efforts to buck him off. His eyes were full of smoldering heated promises as they watched my eyes slowly widen as my body started heating us to match the fire in his eyes. He did not move or speak, but waited to see what I would do. For the past months, we'd kissed and engaged in some heavy petting, but that was all I allow. Finding some lame excuse to stop it from going further than that. Greatly to his disappointment, but he stuck it out and never push further than I would allow. Unsure of what I wanted, I did nothing. Slowly he released my hands, taking my silence, and lack of eye contact as a sign to back off. The hurt and rejection that flashed quickly in his eyes, stilled my heart. Making me realize how much power I held in this relationship. I could hurt him as easily as he could hurt me, something I was doing, but pushing him away, while selfishly protecting myself. Reaching up, I stopped his backward movement from me, by caressing the side his face. My fingers tingling from the feel of his unshaven jaw. His suppressed desires darken the sky blue of his eyes, as he held my brown ones and in a husky whisper, "Are you sure?" We both knew and understood the question that stood between us. I was tired of hiding, of denying myself a chance at true love and happiness. "Yes I'm sure." Biting my lower lip nervously. "But there something I need to tell you." A frown creased his brow as he stared down at me, uncertainy in his eyes. "What?" Even more nervous by being put on the spot I muttered out, "I'm....that is...I'm....How can I put this? Uh, Josh you're my first." I rushed the end, hoping he would not ask for clarification. The frown vanished and he went still at my declaration. Staring deeply into my eyes, as his mind worked out what I had revealed. My heart continued to pound in my ears, unsure of how he felt. I received my answer when he leaned forward, whispering against my mouth, "I'll be very gentle, love." We kissed, soft at first, then deeply with our tongues rub, stroked, and mimic the movement of our hands on each others body as our clothes were unbottom and pushed aside. When my breast were unveiled, I gasped and moan into his mouth as his clever fingers stroked and gently pinched my nipples to hard peaks. Breaking free of his mouth, I wantonly whispered. "More." His mouth attached to my breast as his hands went to work on my pants, pushing both pants and panties down in their hurry his broad hand caressing the skin that was revealed in their passing. At the same time I worked on his pants, doing the same in my own rush. Only to have them still when I found my hands in possession of his throdding and quiet impressive penis. He was big, much longer and wider than I thought before in other expeditions below his belt. Smooth, hot, and hard to the touch, I did not want to let him go, as my hands caressed and worshipped the male beauty of him. He had to literally pull my hands free from his penis, saying if I did not stop, the party would be over before it got started. I pouted a little, but was not disappointed for long, because his mouth was moving down my body. Kissing and licking my breast, my stomach, the stubble of his jaw adding a sensual dimension with it coarseness on my bare skin as he headed for the junction of my thighs. Part of me was happy I'd taken the time to have the area down there trimmed and clean up for guest, but I wasn't sure I wanted him to have a face to face chat down there. In my indecision he struck, spreading my legs wide and lowering his hot greedy mouth onto my love nest. Eyes wide in shock I said a loud,"Hhhhhelloooo!" As every nerve fiber in my body went into overload. Jerking back away from his mouth, I swallowed deep breaths of air trying to catch my breath and calm the spasm in my leg. I needed a break, he thought otherwise as he grab my hips, pulling me back to his mouth. Looking down I was stunned and turned on by the vision before me. His long pale blonde head bowed between my carmel thighs, his pick tongue flicking over my precious bits and his long pale fingers disappeared inside of me. After that I stopped fighting, and fell back onto the bed. Head thrown back, whimpers of pleasure escaped my lips, along with pleas for release or pity. My muscles began tensing with my right leg trembling and jerking. I was close, so very close, but I could not seem to fall over the edge. That's when Josh learned one of my dirty little secrets. "Cum for me, Kat. I want you to cum for me baby. Your pussy tastes so good." With those words I was happily pushed over the verge, stars burst in my vision and all the air left my lungs, leaving me floating as my body rode out the after shocks. When I came back to earth it was to hearing deep husky chuckling. "So my little Kat, loves to be talked dirty to. Now I can say all those thoughts I've been holding inside, afraid they might scare you off." Leaning forward placing a big wet kiss on my still quiver precious bits. "Your pussy is mines now, Kat. All mines." Oh crap, I thought. I'm in it deep now. Grabbing the mattress prepared myself, as he hotly kissed his way back up to my breast. "You have lovely plump breasts. I have so many wonderful things planned for them later. You won't believe how many times I got a hard on at the gym. That's what caught my attention that first day at the gym, watching your breast bounce as you jogged of the corner of my eye." Burying his face between my breast and he inhaled deeply. Kissing up the side, running his tongue over nipples, he gently nipped the harden tips, causing me to gasp in ecstasy. "But man can't live by breast alone. Your mouth was next, those full succulent lips, you were always licking, driving me crazy. Wanting to suck on them and then see them wrapped around my dick, moving up and down my thick shaft, and then covering them with my cream and watching you lick it off your lips. I jacked off in this very bed several nights, thinking about your mouth." Lowering his mouth, he catch my lower lip, sucking it before plunging his tongue in my mouth. As the kiss deepen, I found that I wanted more than a kiss, as my vaginal muscles tighten and release wanting something to grasp. "God your so fucking hot." Rubbing his harden penis against my stomach. A gasp escaped my mouth as I felt a drop of his hot pre-cum ooze onto me, making feel as if I was being burned alive with desire for him to fill me. Postioning his thigh between my legs, spreading them wide to accommodate his narrow muscular thighs, as he pressed himself against my hot wet heat. All random thought stopped at that point, as all my focused centered on what was happening between my legs. His fingers spread my lower lips, as the broad head of his penis pushing at my entrance. Biting my lip, I felt the head slide in, stretching me. It wasn't bad, just new and different. Curious, I raised up and looked down at the junction between our bodies. Josh was above me leaning on one arm by my shoulder as his other hand guided him in, giving me a clear view of the proceedings. I could see my dark thatch of hair and his pale shaft disappearing slowly into it. The distance between is blond thatch and my dark one shrinking as I felt him go deeper inside of me. "Your pussy is so hot and tight." he moaned against my cheek. He was doing it again, exactly when I needed him too. Reaching my hymen, he was pushing against it, a burning sensation of pressure causing me to squirm underneath him as I buried my head and whimpered into is neck. "That's it baby. It's going to be all right. Shhh." Stroking my hair and raining light kisses on my brow and eyelids, he stopped his assualt trying to calm me down. When I let my guard down and began to relaxed, he took his chance. Thrusting his hips hard, he pushed the rest of the way in. I could feel his pubic hair mixing with mine, as I gasped for breath, as my lower muscles tried to squeeze the obtrusive offender out. "Relax bady, relax baby. If you don't relax, it won't be good for the both of us." Kissing my face and neck, his hands caressing my arms and sides he stayed still waiting again for me to relax. "You feel so good and tight on my dick. I been dreaming about being inside you this way for a long time." Slowly he began to move in small thrusting movements, each time pulling a little further out, before sinking back in. His lips teasing mine until I open to permit his tongue. Groaning loudly, "That's it Kat. Your pussy feels so good on my big dick. So hot and tight." He thrust lengthen further, pushing in a bit harder and faster. By this point, his words where doing there job of reigniting my earlier fire of desire as pleasure melted me into a willing supplicant to it's cause. Before I knew it my nails were buried into his sweat soaked back, while I lifted my knees higher, so he could go deeper into me. "Talk to me baby. Tell me what you want." "Deeper." Uncaring I moan out. Grabbing my knees, he pushed them back into my sides, opening myself wider to his thrust. "That's it baby. Take it. Take it all." Pumping vigorously, the room was soon filled with the sounds of our panting breaths, and skin hitting skin bring me closer once again to the edge. "More, baby," I cried out, shame completely gone, as I tighten and release my inner wall around him with each of his thrust. "Give me more." Then he hit gold. My pot of gold, or better known as my g-spot. "Oh, that's it baby. Right there. Don't stop! Harder baby, harder! Don't fucking stop!" He's not the only one who can talk dirty. I tell him not to stop. What does he do? Stop. Crying out in shocked disbelief, my eyes flew open and I growled at the grinning face above mines. Sweat pouring down his face, his breath coming in shallow gasp. "But first you have to tell me...Whose is it?" He had got to be kidding. I was seconds away from blast off, and he was feeling playful. This was not the time and I was not in the mood. Scowling up into his grinnig face, his eyes now dark like the sky at twilight with desire, I said nothing, expect wiggle my hips to encourage him back to the job on hand. He of course was having none of my encouraging, instead repeating his question. "Whose is it?" To emphasize the point, he thrust hard and quick twice, hitting the right spot on each try, leaving me panting and crying out for more. But that was not what he wanted to hear. He started pulling out, almost leaving me completely, that he asked his question again. At this point he could have asked me to streak naked at a football game. I didn't fucking care. Shame and pride has not place in the bedroom, I was learning. "Yours baby." I cried, tears running down my cheeks and onto the pillow, as a thousand emotions played through my heart. He leaned down close to me, gathering me up in his arms, our faces eye to eye with each other. Staring deeply into his eyes I saw the raw naked emotion of love there. "Yes. Kat's heart is mine. Don't you forget that baby. Your heart and your pussy are mine, always." Emphasizing every word with a solid thrust of his hips, he pused me completely off my edge and into my orgasm as my back arched and my hands clung to his back for dear life. "That's it baby. Cum for me. Cum just for me." After that he gave up all pretense of gentleman behavior pumping into hard and fast to reach his own release. Arching his back, every muscle in his body tighten above me as he stiffen a moan escaped from his lungs as he pushed deep into me one last time and grunted out his release. I could feel the hot spurt of cream as he filled me, growling softly while aftershocks shook his body. When it was all over and we would manage words instead of grunts, he kissed me and apologizing if he was to rough with me in the end. I, of course, accepted his humble apology, having shredded his back with my nails. When he felt the wet spot on my thigh as his cream leaked out of my spent pussy he sighed heavily. "I didn't use a condom. If you're pregnant I'll be at your side no matter what happens, preferable as your husband. Better yet, let just get married to be on the safe side." Smiling blissfully in his arms, I muttered sleepily, "Are you asking me to married you? Is that a wedding proposal I'm hearing?" With a chuckle he replied, "Yes, and if you'll get off me, I'll get the ring I picked out last week. And you can official accept me as your future lord and ruler." I had no energy to punch him again; I knew where that could lead. And I need at least an hour to recover. So I did the second best thing. "Owww. Do you have to bite my nipple?" "You deserve it." Running my tongue over his nipple to soothe the bite mark, I looked up into his eyes. He had such wonderful eyes. "You're so romantic, to ask a girl to marry you after screwing her. I would want you at my side as my husband too, the question of lord and ruler, keep dreaming. As for me being pregnant or not. But don't worry. I had decided to sleep with you after our first date. After that it took four weeks to finally see my doctor and a month for the birth control pill to kick in. So your not the only one who can plan ahead." Looking up in his shocked face I lean forward and kissed him. "I love you my Mr. Bad Boy." "I love you too. My Pussy Kat."