My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (201 page)

I plugged in the hospital’s address to the GPS of my BMW, and headed out to meet Blake. Phase 1 was about to begin.

Chapter 3 – Luciana

As I was driving, I called the hospital and reached security.

“Hello, can I help you?”, came the guard.

“Yes, could you please shut down the surveillance camera for room 482?”, I requested.

“Um, I’m sorry, who is this? We can’t just turn off a camera because someone says so, unless you’re head of security,” the man said in a huff.

“Actually, could you please bring over head of security? I’m his boss.”

There was a silent wait, and then a man asked “who is this?”

“I’m Luciana Adalfieri, and I need camera 482 disconnected for today.”

“Of course, Ms. Adalfieri,” replied the head of security courteously. “Consider it done.” He was a family friend and ally. We had people like him all over the country working for us. Poorly-paid people are some of the most useful people when you bribe them. It’s surprising how few people realize that.

I got to the hospital and strolled to room 482. This was a pretty crappy hospital, and it rarely had many patients, so Blake had a room to himself.

I let myself in and saw my target reclining on a bed. He was asleep. I walked to his side and looked at his face, which was still partly swollen. His eyes opened, and he nearly jumped up a foot.

“What are you doing here?”, he said as loudly as he could through his thick lips.

“I came to see how you were doing,” I replied quietly. I lifted up the fruit basket I bought at the gift store near the hospital. “Are you feeling better?”

He nodded a bit. “I’m still swollen. But doctor says I can leave tonight. Still hard for me to walk.” Apparently, it was hard for him to talk too. 

I decided to play with him. “Have you read the news lately? The police are saying there’s this killer on the loose. He murdered a lot of people in Detroit for some bikers, and now everyone’s looking for him.”

As I knew, his face blanched. I was enjoying this, so I kept going.

“The newspapers are saying that a lot of gangs want his head. Irish mob, Chicos Locos, Russian mafia all announced awards for him. Scary, huh?”

All he did was nod. “I hope no one finds him,” he said.

“Why?”

He shrugged. “I think he’s running because maybe he knows he did wrong, and he already feels awful. He has to live with killing all those people. It’s enough punishment.”

Interesting rationalization. However, I wasn’t here to debate Blake.

I took off my trenchcoat and let it fall down to the floor. Of course, Blake almost choked when he saw what I had under the coat. I could see his eyes moving up and down, drinking all of me in.

With no time to waste, I pulled away the blankets and pulled down his pants. While I’ve seen plenty of dicks, including some huge ones, Blake’s was memorably massive in both length and girth, and I gasped a little. Composing myself, I bent over to begin my blowjob.

“I’m the one who gave you mouth-to-mouth to save you,” I said as I winked at Blake. “How about some mouth-to-cock to help you recover?”

Blake gave me his response my shoving his cock up my mouth, and I started sucking with vigor. I lapped up his whole length and spat to lube it up. My hands took turns rubbing his foreskin and balls, and the bracelets on my wrists jangled. For best results, I made lots of noise sucking and slurping. All my practice made it easy for me to move up and down his shaft like a corkscrew, generating the most friction and feeling. I swirled my tongue on the tip and line under the dick, and got everything really wet. Speaking of wet, my pussy was soaked already.

Blake was lying down and moaning erratically, sounding like he loved it. I moved quicker, and tried to deepthroat the entire shaft. It was tough, considering how long it was to the balls and how thick the diameter was. I filled most of my mouth just with the tip, and every time I went really far down, I would gag. But when I gagged loudly, Blake yelled encouragement, liking the sound of me choking on his beautiful big dick. I had to admit that I was surprised at how enormous Blake was. If sucking his cock was this fun, imagine fucking him.

I noticed his balls tensing up, which could mean only one thing. I sucked and massaged even faster. “I’m cumming!”, cried Blake, and even before he finished, he spewed his first load, hitting the roof of my mouth hard. I almost took my mouth off his dick and lost the load, but I held on. Blake shot four rounds of semen down my throat before he tapered off. The hot goo tasted bitter yet refreshing. I concentrated and swallowed it, sighing with glee.

As Blake was panting, I climbed onto bed and hovered over his dick with my pussy, lifting up my dress to do so. It was constricting me, so I unzipped it and pulled the whole thing off, leaving me in just my heels. I plunged down and reveled in the tight pleasure. Blake reciprocated by moving up and down, and I followed his rhythm. His hands snaked onto my thighs and went up to fondle my breasts, and we both sped up our sex.

“Scratch me,” I told him. He complied, running his fingers over my whole back, and I scratched him to return the favor. Blake tugged away the band holding my bun ,and my hair fell down to the middle of my back. Now I was feeling truly uninhibited.

After some of this, I leaned down and we made out. When he got enough of my lips, he lowered his head to my breasts and sucked. Every man I met zeroed in on my boobs like a baby wanting milk. There was no milk, but I never minded them trying. The sucking drove me crazy with frenzy, and my boobs had plenty of sensitivity to make sex even better.

Blake’s hips suddenly stopped rocking, and he forced me down to his balls. He spurted another volley of sperm, this time into my pussy, and I relished the burn, kissing him and moaning. We rocked less and less until we both finished our orgasms, and continued making out. I put some hickeys onto Blake’s neck, and he gave me some on my neck as well.

We already made the bed a dirty mess, what with cum and vaginal fluid on the sheets, my makeup leaving impressions, and sheets torn from the friction. As Blake sat on the edge of the bed, I kneeled to give him a titfuck. I sandwiched his cock in the valley between my breasts and went up and down, squeezing gently as the tip of my tongue tickled the spongy red head of his cock. I kept Blake’s cock gently but firmly between my boobs, and he gave irregular happy groans that told me he was having fun.

After all that sex, I didn’t think Blake had anything left to ejaculate, but this load he released was his biggest one yet. It slammed onto my chin and mouth first, then onto my nose and hair, and finally some hot and sticky white waves spilled all over my breasts, covering my chest. This was undoubtedly the messiest I had ever been after using my tits to pleasure a man.

We both were spent, and Blake put his head back to the pillow to rest. I kissed him, leaving another trace of my lipstick on him.

“Thanks for being so good in bed,” I giggled. “Let’s meet again real soon when Rose isn’t here.”

Hearing Rose, Blake was startled, and looked very guilty. But he was too exhausted to muster a response.

I surveyed the damage to myself and the room. The floor was wet, as was my dress. Blake was heaving and barely moving. His bed looked like a pigsty, with crumpled and tainted sheets and blankets. I had sperm caking my face, chest, and pussy, and my makeup was running. I needed a rest as much as Blake did. But I couldn’t stay longer here, not that I wanted to. I had to go home, so I slipped on my dress and wiped away cum falling down along my legs. It was tough walking in heels, so I took them off and put them back on in my BMW.

It wasn’t really rough sex. It was soft compared to some of the sex I’ve had. But it left me messed up enough. I had enough bites, scratches, and hickeys that people were going to look at me funny. And that was enough for this part of my plan.

Chapter 4 – Blake

I hadn’t done cocaine in months, but now I felt like I just had. The euphoria I just went through was long gone. Now I was suffering through that stage of looking back on what I did five minutes ago. If I had a gun with me right now, I would’ve seriously thought about shooting myself.

I really got myself in some shit now. I just had sex with Rose’s friend, the hot chick who saved my life yesterday. I totally gave up on self-control, and just grabbed her and had my way with her. I felt like such a piece of shit.

But I really couldn’t help myself. It’s not my fault she came in here dressed like a high-maintenance call girl, with her boobs bursting out of that dress, the eyeliner and the blush making me want to put her face against mine, and legs that I wanted to split open and slam my cock into. Hell, she wasn’t even wearing anything underneath her dress.

I glanced down at my bed. Man, we really tore it up. I could see wide wet stains covering my sheets and blanket. I still felt warm and pleasantly sticky, and I saw the places on my pillow and sheets where her makeup smudged, leaving behind traces of red, brown, and pink. A few parts of the sweaty sheets had tears where we pushed too hard. The products of our lovemaking were on the floor. I saw drops of semen and vaginal juice mixing and pooling on the floor. Anyone could smell sex in the room.

We had just had a wild fuck session, and I was really regretting it. I blamed myself and that crazy woman for how I was feeling. Rose could never know about this, or she’d kill me.

Speaking of killing, some things Luciana said still stuck with me. For a law-abiding citizen like her, she sure sounded like she knew a lot about gangs. She talked about the Blood Brothers like she was a member or something. She even brought up me, Blake Snatch, for a second. She mentioned the Russian mafia, the Irish mob, and Chicos Locos all looking for me, wanting the bounty on my head. I know she didn’t know who I really was and just accidentally brought it all up, but I was scared shitless.

I hit my head back on the pillow and sighed. Should I even have been being so hard on myself? I only went on one date with Rose. And as sensational as that night was, I just met the girl. Were we an item? Did I have to be exclusive to her? As bad as I felt, the sex with Luciana was some of the best I ever had.

I grabbed all the soiled stuff and threw it into the nearest disposal box for dirty laundry, and replaced it with clean sheets, trying to make it look like two people hadn’t just screwed each other. Then I lay back and tried to sleep. A nurse came in and woke me up later, telling me I could leave the hospital and go home now.

I took a bus back to my apartment, and got home just a few minutes after midnight. As I reached into my pocket for a key, I realized I didn’t have one with me. It must be inside, and I of course wasn’t in any shape to take one with me when I had to go to the ER.

“God damn it!”, I swore, and stamped my foot. I wanted to punch myself for being locked out of my apartment in the middle of the night, hungry and cold.

I thought of something. I did know someone here who could let me crash for a few hours. I’d go to Rose’s place, knock on her door, and ask to stay. But it was late, and I didn’t know if –

My phone buzzed suddenly, and I answered it. I had no idea whose number it was.

“Hello?”, said the voice that was ringing in my head the whole day. “I’m sorry I was so absentminded and that I didn’t do this earlier today, but I have something for you.”

“Luciana?”, I asked. “How’d you get my phone number?”

“Rose gave it to me,” she replied calmly. “Where are you right now? Are you home or in the hospital?”

“I just left, and I tried to get into my apartment, but I don’t have my key with me. Why are you calling me?”

“That’s exactly why I called. I have your key. I meant to give it to you today, but I forgot. I’m sorry. Stay where you are. I’m coming over to give it to you.” She hung up without waiting for me to respond.

Why did she have my key? Did she really forget to hand it to me at the hospital? I detected BS, but I was feeling too cold and hungry to think too much about it. I barely ate anything at the hospital, and I only had a T-shirt and jeans on.

I saw a car drive into the parking lot ten minutes later, and approached it. Luciana leaned out of the window of the black BMW and curled her fingers to bring me closer.

“Why don’t you come in and I’ll give you the keys? It sure is cold outside,” she said sweetly.

I knew what she was thinking of, and that she’ be doing more to me than just handing me a key. But I was still replaying everything we did today, and I wanted more. I opened the door to the shotgun seat and stepped in.

She was still wearing her dress, with a jacket draped over her shoulders. She turned the car around some corners, twisting through the streets with her foot hard on the gas pedal. Something in her eyes showed focus. I could see she was as hungry as I was for more sex.

After a few minutes, she stopped the car in a narrow one-lane alley. At this time of night, no one was outside. At least, no one most people could see. With all my years on the streets, I knew where people hid to sell drugs, hook up, and fight. The city is just as alive at night as it is during day. It’s just not as obvious.

Right while she killed the engine and pulled out the car key, Luciana swerved her head and almost pounced to kiss me. I grabbed her body with my arms and pulled her closer, mashing my lips with hers and ripping apart her zipper to get her out of that dress.

We managed to crawl to the back, and made out and petted all over. I squeezed her ass and tits, and sucked and bit on them. She kissed me from my face down to my feet, and scratched her nails over my back. The pain was great. I slipped my dick into her anus and she rode me in reverse, letting me spank her and pull her hair. With all the screaming, it was a miracle no one heard us and tried to come in. Her ass was so tight and hot that I came inside of her and even shot some onto her back. Then I pushed her back and ate her clit. She paid me back by giving me more blowjobs and used her tits to massage my cock, making me ejaculate more than I ever had in one night. I pulled Luciana up and bounced up and down, letting me suck on both of her breasts. From the shrieks she kept making and the deep nail marks she made, she loved it all.

We had steamed up all the windows, and neither of us wanted the fun to end. So we found a motel nearby and had sex, then washed each other in the shower, and had sex until we fell asleep from having our energy sapped from so much banging. 

I was sore everywhere by morning. Luciana had trouble standing up, let alone walking, so I supported her to the car and drove back to my apartment.

As I stepped out, Luciana grabbed my cheeks and pulled me over for one last deep kiss. “Let’s do this again sometime,” she whispered. As our lips were together, she slipped the key into my hand.

“Maybe,” I said. I was still exhausted from a night of endless sex. I never thought that I had a limit for sex, but last night I discovered it.