The Criminals Series

CARTER

She was an annoying, stubborn, pretentious, and one serious pain-in-the-ass bitch. I’d known her for less than a day, and I couldn’t stop wanting her more than any woman I’d ever wanted.

Yet, I couldn’t stand her at the same time. Always getting what I wanted, never having to face rejection, had spoiled me. I wasn’t used to fighting so hard for a piece of ass. Actually, I wasn’t used to having to fight at all.

I figured I could have some fun for the next few months when I came up with the idea of trading her brother’s life in exchange to do as I pleased with her. Emma was going to be my little play toy.

I would use, abuse, and then toss her aside once I broke her. By three months I’d definitely accomplish my mission and tire of her.

The problem was, every time I was around her, she got me wound up, and with her resisting me and saying no, I wanted her just a little bit more than I did the minute before.

Another thing that turned me on, other than the fact she was above and beyond sexy as fuck, she was crazy to slap me and then had even bigger balls to try it again.

She had shown no fear. Everybody, especially women, was always too afraid to stand up to me, and she wasn’t.

Emma wasn’t like anyone I had encountered; she was completely unreadable. I thought for sure I was winning her over, about to have her cumming in my hand, and then…nothing, as she lay dead like a corpse.

It was quickly becoming a game, the both of us always battling to get one up on the other. I pushed her buttons, she pushed mine, back and forth, trying to win control. But I was and always would be the one with all the power.

I showed her who was boss, letting her have a glimpse of how I was the one in control, the one she should be afraid of when I choked her neck and choked my kisses down her throat.

This time, I could see how much she enjoyed me dominating, handling her roughly, loving my tongue in her mouth.

I wished she had said no though, because then I could have bent her fine ass over and shoved my cock inside that juicy cunt of hers.

She sort of reminded me of myself, and if she was anything like me, then what I had in store for her next would bring me one step closer to breaking her and getting her to submit.

I just couldn’t believe I had told her she would be sleeping with me when I should have put her in another room. I knew it would piss her off and, for some strange reason, I liked the idea of her being next to me every night.

It would grant me access at any time in the middle of the night to torture her, doing practically anything I wanted. No woman had ever interested me enough to make me feel that challenged, needing to prove my dominance.

I was waiting for her to come up to the bedroom so I could execute my newest plan to get one step closer to getting my fat cock into her tight pussy. That shit was really nice and tight too.

Yeah, definitely no way was I waiting two more months to get into that. I’d be in there real soon, with her begging for it.

Finally, Emma showed up, still in a daze from that kiss I had nailed her with. Damn, she was gorgeous. Even with being able to get any other woman I wanted, she somehow stood out from the rest.

Her physical appearance, mixed with that I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude, put her over the top. Those sleek, long, naturally tanned legs didn’t hurt the cause either. And her lips—I’d have those wrapped around me soon too.

“Get in front of the bed and take your clothes off. All of it,” I demanded, admiring her flawless figure as she strode closer to me.

“No,” she replied stubbornly.

I should have known she wasn’t going to make this easy. She never made anything simple, I quickly learned.

“You really do wanna get fucked, don’t you? I’m warning you now, I’m not going to take it easy,” I said, baiting her.

“Once I’m in you, you’re gonna cry in fear that I might just split you wide open. Then, after I’m done breaking in that pussy of yours, I’m shoving my cock into your tight little ass.”

She either honestly didn’t want to fuck me or she didn’t want me to know she wanted me to fuck her.

Regardless, I knew that would garner me her obedience, especially because—I was almost positive—she had never gotten it in her ass and was scared shitless of me being the one to devirginize it.

“You know I really, really fucking hate you?” she said as she stripped down to only her undergarments.

Another surprise came as she hesitated to remove her bra. Her body quivered slightly.

“What? I know you’ve had to be naked before in front of another guy. You look a tad nervous there, sweetheart.”

“Emma, dick, and I’ve never gotten naked in front of someone because they were forcing me to. You know, like how you have me doing right now,” she snapped.

“I don’t believe you. You’re not afraid of anything, especially me.”

I sensed she was hiding something, but I didn’t know why. She had no reason. Her body was perfect, flawless, a fucking Picasso.

She didn’t reply. Instead, she unhooked her bra, letting the straps slowly slither down her arms and sliding herself out until it fell to the floor, exposing her round plump breasts.

Shit, they were beautiful, large, and silently pleading to be kneaded in my fingers with my mouth locked around her nipples, sucking and licking.

I almost reached down to rub myself. I was stiff as a board, in pain, pressed against the denim of my pants.

Then she started shaking some more as she hooked her fingers in her panties and slowly brought them down. Then I noticed why she was so reluctant to expose herself fully in front of me.

There was a small scar just below her panty line.

“What happened here?” I moved close enough to reach down, gently lacing my finger across the wound. Her body jerked back half an inch, startled by my touch.

“Me telling the specifics of my personal life wasn’t entailed in our agreement. Regardless of how little detail we got into on the terms. My secrets are mine and mine only, so don’t ask again.”

Her voice was ascetic, her face lacking her usual defiance and demanding respect, which I honored.

My initial plans completely changed in a heartbeat as I felt slightly sorry for her. I got down on my knees, and grasping her hips in my hands, brought my lips just below her belly button.

Slowly, I licked away at the hot flesh, kissing and grazing my mouth over the wound with care. I let my hands move up and down, caressing her skin under my fingers, lightly pushing down and massaging the lonely flesh.

I looked up into her eyes, meeting her gaze. “You get one free pass tonight. But only for one night.

“Forget about how much you loathe me, forget about our situation. Tomorrow, we go back to making each other miserable, but let me make you feel good right now.”

“Okay,” she softly submitted.

“Can I fuck you too?”

“No.”

“It was worth a shot.”

She grinned at the remark. Only briefly, but it was there for a fleeting moment. For the first time, I actually got her to smile at me. For the first time, I actually got to see that she had a smile, and it was beautiful.

Screw this.

Tomorrow she was going to pay for my kindness. I was beginning to think I could feel something for her, but then I realized how much of an advantage that would give her, bringing me back to the same old Carter I loved so much.

I picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms curled around my neck. I took her over to the bed, laid her down, and feasted my eyes up and down her naked body.

Crawling between her legs, I flicked my tongue between her fold, and a loud moan released from her mouth, even with her biting down on her bottom lip in an attempt to repress the sound.

“Emma,” I said, knowing that saying her name would score me bonus points, “do you like that, baby?”

Then I dug my head back down between her thighs, licking up and down her flooded crease, tasting her juices. I sucked on her clit, grating it through my teeth, which gifted me more moans.

As she panted and writhed from the infraction, I hesitantly paused to lick up and down her thighs, taking a harsh bite to amplify the pleasure. I could tell from her body’s shattering response it worked.

I thrust my tongue into her center, fucking her entrance. I knew she was desperate to feel something large prying inside. I reached into the drawer of my nightstand and grabbed the new toy I picked up today just for her.

Her eyes were closed, and her fingers clenched hard onto the strands of my hair. Her body basked in the sensations, amplified every time my tongue moved about.

I took the toy, powered it on, and brought it to the lining of her fold. I moved it through her wetness so it would easily slide in.

Once it was fully soaked, I plunged it inside of her needy walls, shoving it to and fro as she squealed another loud moan, panting to catch her breath.

Emma twisted and cried as I pushed and pulled back and forth. I took my mouth back to her clit, sucking the tip with each exit and entrance I let the silicone machine make.

“Do you like the way this feels, Emma? Do you wish it was me you were feeling instead of this vibrator hammering inside your tight pussy? Because, if you want, I could make you feel so much better.”

“Stop!” She abruptly grabbed my hand and removed the toy. Shit, I had pushed her too far, right when I almost had her.

“Emma, babe, are you okay?” I brought Mr. Nice Guy back out, this time blocking any emotion she had made me feel earlier. I was Carter Jackson, dammit, and she was just another bitch.

“Leave me alone, Carter. I’m not in the fucking mood right now,” she authoritatively responded, seeing right through me, catching me at my own game.

“Whatever, bitch, go sleep in one of the extra rooms tonight.”

I didn’t need this shit. I picked up my phone immediately, making a call right in front of her. “Lana, get your ass over here now!”

I fucked Lana’s ass, burrowing so deep inside she was practically screaming. I shoved my cock into that little hole, plunging my big-ass dick into her.

With Emma down the hall, I had left the door open so she could hear every sound. Like usual, Lana cried and whimpered while I felt nothing emotionally, only her walls closing in, squeezing, sending me over the edge.

I didn’t care if she came or not, it only mattered if I did. I pulled out right before, speedily turning her around so she faced me still on her knees.

I forced open her mouth, watching my thick cream drown her throat and spread down to her chest.

That was exactly what I needed to remind myself: I don’t go soft for any bitch.