Spoilt By The Badboy

Eight 🦋🪐✨

~Harold~

Stephanie was a complete freak. One that I had thought to be a rookie disguised as a baddie.

I had chills from the way she sucked my entire length into her mouth till it hit the back of her throat, causing my eyes roll back in pleasure to the point where I had her head pinned to the wall and was violently slamming her from behind as she yelled my name.

The moment she was on her back with her legs high in the air, and I was watching my dick disappear in her tight, wet center, I was gone.

"Mannn, fuck."

My hand pressed firmly down on her lower abdomen, trying to still her, but she was a fucking beast. Her body was so perfect and felt so good wrapped around me. Her pussy was like a silky vice grip, and I wasn't sure who was getting off more-her or me.

"Cum for me, Steph."

"Yes, baby. Right there! Oohhhh God." She arched her back and dug her heels into my back, causing me to slow my stroke as I tried not to nut before she did. The way she was screaming out her orgasm had my strokes becoming a little more erratic. I needed her to cum again so I could bust.

"You want me to stop, or keep going?"
She looked up at me with the prettiest eyes, and her hands grabbed the sides of my face. "Don't stop, baby. Make me cum again. Please," she pleaded and that was all I needed.

Her body started to convulse, and I knew she was ready.

"Oh God, I'm cumming, Harold."

That shit sent me over the edge, and I let loose right after she did. "Fuck."

"Mmmmm," she moaned, pulling my lips to hers.
Our kiss was so aggressive and needy that it was sexy as hell.

The fact that we both were drenched in sweat and breathing heavy only added to it. I could honestly go again, but the look in her eyes said that she was tired and needed sleep.

'You know what they say, you can never outfuck a horny woman, but there she was. That was a sign that this shit was meant to be. It was just the beginning, but it felt like a lot more, and I didn't want to come off as some pussy ass nigga, so I would wait for her to say something, but it was on the table that I wanted to see her again.

"You're amazing," I told her.

"So are you, but you already knew that."
"Shit, you think I did?" I winked at her.

With a lazy eye, she muttered after shaking her head. "Good night."

I took that as my cue to head back into the party to look for Iris, the only reason why I wanted to be here in the first place.

Once I found her, I halted in my steps, taking every detail of her. Mehn, she was gorgeous and dangerously hot at the same time. With her boobs clasped in a black lacy strap crop top paired with a short leather skirts and heels, I tried to get my eyes off it as I gulped.

I mentally smacked myself after remembering that I had a one night stand with Stephanie but sadly, she wasn't enough.

I wanted Iris and I was going to get her like the rest of them.

Although, she had been a pain in the ass with the banters that we have had in the past weeks, I still didn't see it as a challenge.

Luckily, we had started off on a right foot till we had a study group where hell was let loose. She kept whining and hissing throughout because apparently, I had taken her position as the new smarty pants.

A normal human being would have stooped low to my level so they could learn and be better but pride has blinded her reason.

For someone who looked innocent and acted like Heaven was the ultimate goal, she had such a nasty attitude but jokes on her because it fueled my thirst for her.