The Agent’s Badboy

His touches were possessive and she was craving for more.

“My little Kiska,” she was sprawled naked on his bed while she was feasting her eyes on his manly carved body with tattoos placed sexily here and there.

He was sheathed and hard when he was on top of her, his bad-boy aura was taking her to another level and she screams out his name when he thrusts deep inside her.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight.” He groaned when she clenched him harder, he paced himself to her liking and pushed in and out while he was taking in her moans and grunts.

She grabbed his arms and arched her back wanting more of him. Then he latched his lips to her pebbled nipples and licked and sucked her playfully.

He took her legs to his chest, holding her knees firmly, keeping them together. Karla clenched harder when she felt the width of his girth.

“More, Yegor… you gotta… oh my…!”

And she cursed louder when he flipped her roughly and made her lay to her front. He was kissing her back then hold her waist as she was on all fours and he pushed deeper inside her.

“Oh, God…”

“My name, baby…”

She chants his name with her raspy voice when she was taken higher. His talented hands were between her legs, playing her, taking her closer to her climax. She couldn’t make it last when she finally reached her orgasm and screamed his name again.

He holds her body and kept on thrusting deeper inside her pulsating walls, while she was holding onto his tattooed arms. She was liking his possessive hold on her, it was the one thing that she craved for, the one thing which she couldn’t get from her previous sexual partners.

“Karla, baby… I’m going to come…” he flipped her again and kiss her lips passionately. He caged her with his muscular body while he took her legs wrapped to his waist, she pulled him down for his kisses that she couldn’t get enough of.

She wrapped her arms to his tattooed back then relent when he spread her legs wider and groaned when his thrusts became erratic, his grunts were deeper and sexier until her holds her neck and sucked the crook of her neck while saying huskily that he was closing in on his climax.

“Yegor, harder baby… I’m so close…”

He was also the only one who could take her to climax consecutively. And she pulled his head closer and demand more of his rough kisses. Her short nails dig deeper into his muscular back while she spreads wider and arched her back to get close to him.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Moments later they both climax seconds apart and both kept their hold on each other. Their breaths were heavy and body damps with their mist of sweat, from their vigorous sexual encounter.

Her feelings towards him were all over the place, while he was feeling one thing towards her. Possessiveness.

“Be mine.”

“Yegor, I…”

“Be mine, only…” he cupped her beautiful face and gave her a very light kiss while he was still pumping himself lazily inside her.

But she was quick to remember about the woman who was calling out his name previously. She backed away from him, he groaned when he lost her warmth.

Yegor got up and discarded the condom in the bathroom. He was back to join her as he still wanted to be with her. But he was surprised when he found her already dressed and was putting on her flats.

“So that’s it? we fucked, and now you’re leaving?!” he was getting pissed at her, they’ve done this several times already and he was not liking her take on their situation.

That was also why he took her to his place, where she couldn’t just leave him as she pleases. He was not done with her, he still craved for her and after her little stunt with the cocaine, he wanted more explanation from her side.

“What do you think is going to happen with us? we can’t be together!” she opened her argumentation.

“Why not? I have the resources, I can make it happen!”

She smiled coldly at him and he didn’t like it at all.

“Well, maybe you should think about the woman whom you’re supposed to be with. I’m not going to be the other woman.”

She suddenly felt the little stabs to her chest, she hated when she heard herself saying about her being the other woman. Knowing she was the product of that exact relationship.

One day, Luka, her long-life friend had found her biological mother and explained to her why she was dumped at the orphanage. She was the unwanted baby.

Karla knows she was thinking too far ahead, Yegor might not even want her to be the other woman, he would probably want her because she was unobtainable. He would probably get bored of her within a couple of months maybe even weeks.

“Oh WOW! don’t tell me you’re jealous?” he was to her front and wouldn’t let her pass and she didn’t like what he was insinuating.

“I’m going home.”

“No, you’re not.” He was standing in front of her, still naked, blocking her way.

“I need to feed GusGus.” She replied easily.

“Darko will get your cat here.”

“What the fuck Yegor! let me out of here!” she was getting desperate, his height and muscular build were suddenly showing off his domineering side.

Her hands were to his naked chest as she pitifully tried to push him back and let her leave his place.

“And WHAT? you’re going back to your place and snort another line or maybe two or three?!”

His words were loud and harsh, it made her ache on the inside and she was teary instantly.

“How… could you…” her words were soft as she struggles to keep her tears at bay. She didn’t want to break down in front of him, he had already seen her at her weakest a couple of hours ago and at that time he was mocking her again.

She couldn’t control herself when she slapped him hard in the face. She knows he could easily back away from her hit, but he didn’t. He knows he was out of line and he knows he deserves her slap. And the drug kingpin knows she was good with her hands when he could taste his blood.

“You’re the fucking REASON! I’m just doing my job!” she cried out, and yelled at him. She pushed his naked chest and he let her pushed him back.

She was crying in frustration, and she let it all loose when she pushed him back again.

“You NEED to stop this! I’m a joke already to my colleagues! and I did lines cause I felt so pathetic,” She finally looked up at him and with her last words he saw her desperation and he softly wiped her tears away.

“I’m sorry Kiska,”

“Are you happy now?” she muffled her words on his chest when he pulled her into his hug. She takes in his manly scent, it relaxes her for a couple of seconds.

“I’m sorry baby, please stay,” He pulled her in and hold her tighter, she struggled but he was not letting her go.

Until she forced herself away from him and pushed him back one last time until he falls to the bed, the back of his knees dangles to the edge of the bed.

“You really want me to stay? and what? more fucking?” she roughly parts his knees and gets between his legs. She looked at his naked tattooed body with determination and lower herself down and started stroking him.

“You like fucking the loser? rubbing it in my face? telling me to scream your name in ecstasy? proving yourself you can fuck the enemy?”

He didn’t like her words at all, she was never a loser to him, and he pulled her down and kissed her harshly until they were both breathing heavily.

“Do you want this loser to suck you off and ride you too?” she whispered lowly in his ear.

He finally had it and stripped her naked, she didn’t struggle, she just looks at him and let him do what he wants with her.

Until he had her wrists cuffed to the bedpost and she looked like a fragile beautiful woman who he was going to protect and cherish.

“You’ve never been a loser in my eyes.” He said as he kisses her softly on her forehead, then trailing his kisses down her body.

She was biting her lip trying to hold on to her moans but then gave up when he devoured her and entered her with his tongue. His kisses were deep as he holds her thighs apart and holds her strongly.

“I admire you…” he said as he kissed her inner thighs.

“I adore you,” he told her as he licked and sucked her sweetness.

“… and I’ll protect you…” he tugged her and part her wider and cherished her until she climaxes from his sweet sexy kisses alone.

“Why?” she asked a bit teary from the sheer intensity of her last orgasm.

“I think I’m falling for you.”