The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

I embraced the possibility of a different future, one where happiness… Was a possibility.

looking like a mole on someone’s left ass cheek. Not my left ass cheek, obviously. There was only perfection there. But someone’s…

YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND, a voice screamed in my head. I understood that…it’s just I was having trouble remembering his name at the moment.

She was like a lightning strike, breaking my fucking heart with her beauty. She had me and every other guy—and girl—in the room doing double takes.

immediately wanted to gouge out all their eyes with the fork on the table in front of me. Mine, my insides–and my dick–were screaming.

Because now that I’d found her…Now that I could breathe…You could fucking bet I would never let her go again.

What I’d just done, what I would do to get her…weren’t things I’d seen on my dream board, but hey, you worked with what you had.

I couldn’t wait to not be a stranger to her anymore. I wanted to be her best friend, her everything. It was the only ending I could accept.

What in the ya hoo was coming out of my fucking mouth right now? I was an embarrassment to all humankind.

“Maximus 5000” aka “Little Ari”,

Lincoln: If given the chance to "abscond" the girl...the answer is always yes. Me: ... Lincoln: ... Me: I will keep that in mind.

“If you were my girl, there wouldn’t be anything that would keep me away.”

"Someone would be a fool not to wait for you, sunshine."

“Because I have a boyfriend.” “You should probably put him on notice then, sunshine,” he murmured with a slightly crazed grin. “Of what?” I whispered. “Of the fact he’s about to lose his girl.”

Obsession didn't even begin to cover what I felt. It was more than that; it was an insatiable craving, a need that clawed at me from the inside.

Ari's kiss was an all-consuming blaze that threatened to destroy me.

“It’s okay. I know I’m a thirst trap.” “A thirst trap,” she snorted.

I could just picture her tongue licking at my dick like she was licking at that frosting. Strawberry frosting on my dick. A dickcake. Brilliant.

“I am so fucking tired of being the villain in my own story, Ari. And I have no idea how to stop.”

“You know who I fucking am. And don’t you fucking say his name again, or I’m going to choke you with my mother fucking cock,” Ari Lancaster growled.

I liked him like this. Tasting like me. I wanted him to walk around with me on his lips forever, so everyone would know he was mine.

He reached between us and pulled his cock free from his tight pants, and I was deceased. Because Ari Lancaster's cock was completely pierced from root to tip. A Jacob's ladder extending from the bottom of his gigantic dick, all the way to the top.

“Yes, that’s it. Look at you, coming on my big cock. What a fucking good girl.” My insides clenched, another tiny orgasm fluttering through me at his words. He grinned wickedly. “Looks like someone likes to be praised. Which is my lucky day. Because I’m going to spend every day in this sweet pussy, telling you how perfect you are.”

"I'm scared,” I finally murmured. His smile was heartbreaking…life saving…everything. "I know, sunshine. But I knew what you were the moment I met you." “Oh yeah, and what is that?” “Mine,” he said softly, without a trace of indecision.

It was as if my soul recognized him. As if we'd met before in another life, in another time. I couldn't explain it, but there was an unshakable feeling that our destinies were intertwined, that our connection went far beyond now.

Don’t think about meat farts when you’re about to seduce your woman!, I screamed at myself.

"I'll make you happy," he finally said, his voice tender and resolute. "It might take a while, but someday I'll make you happy for the rest of your life."

I’d painted my number, #24 on her cheeks. She thought it was cute, but I was just trying to be over the top possessive. I’d also made her keep my cum smeared all over her chest from an earlier bout of lovemaking. It was a win-win for everyone.

I glanced down at his erection. “We can’t go out there with that monster in the building!” Ari stared up at the ceiling, and started his usual “grandpa balls” chant as I watched the driver approach our door. “Hurry!” I whisper-yelled, glancing down at his dick again. “Don’t yell at Maximus 5000! He doesn’t like to be pressured,” Ari hissed back. I burst out laughing. “Maximus 5000?” “It’s a pet name. All the great ones have it.”

“When are you going to be tired of all the baggage I carry around, and want to leave because I’m the burden you never signed up for, Ari Lancaster?”

“Never. The answer is never. Your pain is not a baggage to endure, baby. It’s an honor for me to help you shoulder it. Give it to me. Tell me where it hurts. Let me take it away.”

I gave you my soul all those years ago, and I’ve just been existing ever since, waiting for you to come back to me. You aren’t some girl. And I’m not some boy. We’re soulmates, twin halves of the…Same. Fucking. Soul.”

He looked like a dark god tonight, dressed in an all black suit that could possibly impregnate you just by glancing at him.

"I can’t watch you be so miserable. I can’t be the reason that all your light fades. I love you enough to let you go, to stop forcing you to be with me.”

Me: We're not breaking. You said you wouldn't let us, and I'm saying it now. You're mine, Ari Lancaster. You’d better not get on that fucking plane.