KENNICK: A Bad Boy Romance Novel (26 page)

But back then? I had the
emotional wisdom of a slug. And as much of my own will, or even mind. It had
only been three years that I’d been married to Jeremy, but, like most lifelong
abusers, he was good at mind games and manipulation.

We’d dated for two years
prior to being married, when I was still in school, and when I look back I see
all the signs. The little concessions I’d make for him, starting way early in
the relationship. The little power struggles, which he always won. By the time
my story gets started, I’d lost pretty much anything that had once made me
proud to be Gabriella.

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Reign barely looked up from
the girl whose legs were draped across his lap as Endo walked into the back
office.

“’Sup,” Reign said, his
hands busy playing with the girl’s tight curls, bouncing them up and down. She
was giggling like a lunatic. It wasn’t exactly a sexy sound, more annoying than
anything else, but Reign was tired, and she was there, and she wasn’t a challenge.

He wished she had something
to say besides “like”, “cool”, and “hot”, though. He knew that in reality she
probably had a hell of a lot more to say than those few words, but she probably
thought he wanted her to be a bimbo. Whatever.

It wasn’t worth the effort
to explain to her that, sometimes, men like a woman with a little substance to
her – in mind
and
body. The girl
looked cute as shit in booty shorts and a crop top, but she also looked cold,
and young, and thin. The word
squeaky
came
to mind.

“So, you know that dealer,
the one who thought we were giving him the run-around on that dope deal?”

“You mean, the one we
are
giving the run-around?” Reign asked
with a chuckle, drawing his eyes away from the lollipop on his lap long enough
to look at Endo expectantly.

“He’s out front, rantin’ and
ravin’,” Endo said. “Honey’s doing her best to placate the guy, but he’s
hollerin’ for blood.”

“Look, that ain’t my deal,
it’s Knicker’s. Get him on it, Endo,” Reign said, annoyed. He’d just gotten
back from a huge illegal immigrant job, hustling migrant workers and pregnant
women over the border to Utah. He wanted to enjoy this perky brunette for an
hour, drink himself into incoherence, and sleep for a day and a half. Lord,
Reign loved to sleep, and he hadn’t had much of it the past three days.

“Knicker ain’t here,” Endo
said. “You’re top dog right now.”

“Well, fuck, have we even
changed money with the guy? Ain’t it all just been talk?”

“Yeah, think so. As far as I
know, we ain’t even got specifics down.”

“Fuck it. Tell him he can
calm down and come back when Knicker’s here, or the deal’s off altogether and
he can try and sell ten pounds of dope in a small town in a state with a
population of 2 million. He needs us more than we need him,” Reign said. “I’m
serious. Tell him no one here cares about this deal. It’s Knicker just trying
to show off to the boss. He can come back and talk to Knicker, or he can fuck
off and never show his face around here again.”

“Alright, boss,” Endo said,
disappearing through the door he’d come in through.

“Go lock the door, honey,”
Reign said to the giggly, squirming chick. She bounced off the sofa, exactly
like a bunny from her hopping little gait to her twitchy little nose. Returning
to the sofa, she seemed to be trying to walk seductively. It seemed forced.
Still, beggars couldn’t be choosers. Reign reached out as she got closer,
grabbing her by the belt loops, pulling her giggling form in between his knees.

He looked up at her as she
blushed, taking the top of her barely-there shorts in his teeth and snarling
comically. She laughed again, the sound getting a little bit sexier now that
Reign was actually getting turned on.

He released her shorts,
bringing a hand up to them, unbuttoning them and letting them slide down her
long, smooth legs to the floor. She was wearing a sheer thong, and Reign leaned
forward, nosing his way between her shaven folds, breathing deeply. She giggled
again, pushing his head away. He, in turn, pushed her hands away, then
proceeded to pull her thong down to join her shorts on the floor.

“Fuck, baby,” he said,
unable to remember her name. He leaned forward again, wanting to pry those
pretty pink lips apart and lick her until she squealed for real. But she
stopped him once more.

“No, that’s gross!” she
said, backing away.

“Gross? C’mon, let me taste
you, girl,” he said, pulling her back, hands cupping her ass, pulling her slit
towards him once more. His tongue darted out in anticipation. The only thing
Reign loved more than sleeping was feeling girls come under his tongue. In
fact, if he could eat girls out in his sleep, he’d be the happiest man on
planet earth. He’d only wake up to eat, piss, and make money.

“No, really, that’s weird,
Reign, I don’t like it,” the twiggy girl said, her tone turning serious. Reign
let his hands fall to his sides, ire spiking. He didn’t like being turned down,
but he wasn’t about to rape the poor thing.

“You don’t know what you’re
missing, doll,” he said, hoping to entice her.

“Mmmm, neither do you,
baby,” she said, suddenly dropping to her knees and crawling forward, somewhat
awkwardly, until she was between his legs, one hand on each of his thighs.
Reign sighed inwardly, but he forced a smile.
What kinda man would I be if I turned down a nice BJ from a nice girl?
He
thought, still disappointed but willing to take what he could. He kind of just
wanted it to be over so he could crash.

The little brunette teased
him slightly, or at least tried to, wiggling her scant-but-perky chest under
his nose while slowly unzipping his pants, releasing his huge cock. She gasped,
100% genuine, when she saw it, and seemed to rethink her plan of attack. Reign
encouraged her with a slight stroke on the back of the head, nudging her
forward. She flicked her tongue across the purple, puffy head before pulling
back with another grin and smile.

“You’re the biggest I’ve
seen,” she said, clearly nervous.

“I’ll go easy on you,
gorgeous,” Reign said, pulling her head forward a little more.
You won’t let me eat you out, you’re acting
all weird about the blowjob, little girl, if you don’t want to do this, you
should just go home and quit wasting my time. You were the one who approached
me, remember?

But, the brunette seemed to
steel herself, and began to perform in earnest, first lapping at his swollen
head, then taking his shaft into her mouth an inch at a time. Reign let his
head loll back against the couch, his hands coming up to her head, pressing
slightly downward, more encouraging than forceful. The brunette moaned around
his cock, slathering it with her tongue, humming against the head as she
deep-throated him.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he
groaned, feigning more enthusiasm than he felt. It was just another blowjob, as
far as he was concerned. His cock throbbed against her wet tongue, the head
massaged by her welcoming throat. He began to pulse his hips against her,
slowly, trying to be gentle as he looked down at the top of her head. She
brought one hand to his balls, cupping them and fondling them gently while she
bobbed eagerly on his cock.

“You want this cock, baby?”
he asked, tired of watching her gag on him, wanting to watch her come as she
rode him. She pulled away, a trail of spit from the head of his cock to her
lips, and nodded eagerly, biting her lip.

He grabbed her by the shoulders,
pulling her up and onto his lap. She straddled him, her small breasts in his
face, just asking for his attention. He was glad to provide it. He pulled her
crop top up, exposing her bra-less chest, and leaned forward, suckling one of
her nipples into his mouth as she slowly lowered herself onto his massive rod.

“Oh, fuccccckkkk,” she
moaned, and looking up Reign watched her eyes roll back into her head as she
took the entire length of him into her tight pussy. She felt warm, and wet, and
he moaned as he thrust his hips upwards, filling her even more as his tongue
darted around her nipples, moving back and forth from one to the other, his
hands kneading her ass as she began to ride him.

“Oh, God, fuck, Reign, you
feel so fucking good,” she whimpered, her hands draped around his neck now as
she twisted her hips in a circle while pumping up and down on his cock, her
face growing red and her breathing labored as she impaled herself on his
member.

Reign brought one hand to
her clit, gently pressing against it as she gyrated atop him, lowering herself
forcefully onto his cock, no longer aiming to please him, lost in her own
pleasure. Just how he liked it. He thrust his hips upwards to meet her, using
his strong arm around her ass to help her move faster, harder.

“Yeah? You gonna come for
me, baby?” he said, watching as her eyes seemed to lose all focus, her mouth
forced open into an O shape as she got carried away, now not needing his help
at all as her body took over, demanding release, filled with his cock.

She began to tremble on top
of him, and he increased the pressure against her clit. She looked down, her
face almost pained, pleasure dripping from her lips like nectar as she cried
out in short bursts, her pussy dripping onto his thighs. Her grip around him
increased, and her eyes popped open.

“Yeah, just like that, baby
girl, fuck my dick, come for daddy,” he growled, knowing that a girl like this
was likely to lose her mind just from the word “daddy”. He was right, and
seconds later she was clutching him to her, crying out as her pussy contracted
around his cock, throbbing and milking it for all it was worth, her body
trembling in his arms.

“Oh, god, fuck, yes, Reign,
fuuuuuuuuuck,” she moaned, her hips gyrating against him wildly now.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispered
into her ear, pressing his hand against her lower back to fill her even more as
she bucked on top of him. He loved watching her lose control, loved when women
went crazy on his dick, begging for more. Finally, the tiny brunette slumped
against him, her hips now thrusting with much less enthusiasm against him as
she recovered from her climax.

“That was fucking amazing,”
she said, picking up speed now as she rode him again. But he wouldn’t come that
way, and he pulled her upwards and off him, taking his own dick in his hands.

“Take off your top,” he
demanded, knowing that if she hadn’t already been willing to do whatever he
said, she certainly was now. She obliged quickly, dropping the top to the
floor. “Kneel down.”

Again, she was happy to
oblige, planting her hands on his thighs once more as he stroked his cock, now
slick with her juices. He looked at her face, still flushed and rosy from her
climax, her breathing not quite back to normal.

“Are you gonna come on my
tits, daddy?” she asked, pouting, playing up the “daddy” angle. It wasn’t
really Reign’s thing, but he liked to do whatever made the girls happy.

“Yeah, baby girl, daddy’s
gonna come all over your tits, and I want you to lick it all off,” he said with
a snarl, doing mental gymnastics to try and put some meat on the lithe body in
front of him – too thin for his taste. She was gorgeous though, with those
pouty little-girl lips, and soon he felt himself automatically jerking off
harder, his balls churning, the girl in front of him thrusting her chest out
for him and running her hands up and down his thighs.

“Fuck,” Reign groaned as a
stream of cum shot out of his cock, landing square on the brunette’s chest,
making her close her eyes and squeal in pleasure. He shot load after load onto
her, watching her systematically wipe the cum from her tits and suck it off her
fingers with relish.

“Thank you, daddy,” she
whispered through a mouthful of his hot cum, the last of his load landing just
short of the mark. He watched her get the last bit of semen, which hung almost
comically from her nipple, and guzzle it into her throat.
She’s cute,
he thought, unable to fight the slightest bit of
affection for the otherwise anonymous girl.

“Thank
you,
” he said. “But daddy’s gotta sleep now.”

“Of course,” the girl said,
knowing her place well enough not to ask if she could sleep with him. Instead,
she hopped to her feet and quickly dressed herself, leaving her shorts
unbuttoned. Reign noticed the slightest string of cum dangling from her hair
and decided to leave it be; she’d probably just move on to Endo or whatever
other club members were hanging around the bar. He leaned forward to smack her
ass, playfully, as she skipped from the room.
 

He grabbed the bottle of
whiskey that was sitting on the floor near the couch and took a huge guzzle,
feeling it burn down his throat. And then he lay down on the couch, stretching
out, closing his eyes. As he drifted off to sleep, he felt cold and wished he
had a blanket, or a warm body next to him. Not the girl, but someone else.
Someone he’d never met, but who, deep down where he could barely admit it to
himself, he wished he would meet soon.