Bad Wrong Things:Exclusive Bonus Scene

“I’m never camping with you two again.” I entered through the back door into the kitchen, Joey right behind me. David lost the coin toss and was now stuck unloading the gear from their truck. Joey’s job was to pilfer our beer supply. “You’re either fucking or fighting.” 

 

“Sometimes both,” he chuckled, grabbing a whole six-pack from the fridge. Clint was supposed to meet us up at the campsite but got held up at the shop longer than expected. It was only an overnight trip anyway, so I told him he didn’t have to come if he couldn’t make it.  

 

“Don’t give me that look.” Joey set the case of beer on the counter after removing one. He popped the cap and took a swig. “We have to deal with hearing you and my dad go at it all night from next door.” He gave an exaggerated shudder that made me roll my eyes. “You don’t see us complaining.” 

 

“You complain all the time,” I reminded him, stealing one of my beers back. 

 

“You’re just pissy because you had to get yourself off last night.” 

 

“Yeah, so you know what that means.” My tone suggested payback. 

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“It means I need to turn the music up, close all the windows and doors, and pray we survive the carnage,” he deadpanned. 

 

“You got it.” I winked when he scowled. I headed for the swing door leading to the living room. “Honey, I’m ho—” My greeting died as I pushed through the door to see Clint slouched naked on the couch, muscles popping, legs spread. “—ome,” I breathed. 

 

“It’s about goddamn time.” Clint worked his cock from base to tip, shuddering on each downward stroke. My beer bottle nearly slipped from my hand.  

 

I still held the door open, and footsteps sounded behind me. That quick I’d forgotten about Joey. “Wait,” I called over my shoulder to him, but he was already stepping past me. 

 

“Fuck, Dad,” Joey exclaimed, throwing a forearm over his eyes and spinning around. 

 

“God dammit, Joey,” Clint muttered, reaching for a throw pillow to cover his lap.

 

“That’s it, we’re moving,” Joey growled, dashing into the kitchen and through the back door. 

 

I stood there stunned, not knowing whether to laugh or start ripping my clothes off. “He’s not really moving.” 

 

“I know. But how many times am I gonna traumatize my kid?”

 

“He’s not a kid. He’s old enough to pay for his own therapy. Besides, he deserves it for what he and David put me through last night.” I nudged my chin toward the pillow still covering his cock. My cock. “You don’t have to hide anymore, big boy.” 

 

Clint’s shoulders relaxed as he got into the mood again. He slipped a hand behind the pillow, pumping himself a few times to revive his hard-on before presenting me with it. I whistled long and low, stalking over to him. 

 

“Look at that fucking cockhead. It’s been forever since we last fucked. Means it’s gonna take some work to get that in me.” 

 

“It’s only been a day, sweetheart.” 

 

“Like I said, forever.” I rested my beer on the end table before stepping between his legs. Clint smiled, tugging me down to straddle him. I settled in. “How’s it feel to have a grown man in your lap?”   

 

“You ask me that every night, sweetheart.” Clint trailed a dick-scented thumb over my bottom lip. I bit down on it gently, catching the taste on my tongue. 

 

“I never get tired of your answer.” 

 

“It feels amazing,” he said, indulging me, “but not nearly as amazing as it feels to have you wrapped up in my arms.” He hugged me to him, and I pressed my nose against the side of his neck, inhaling him. 

 

“I fucking missed you,” I whispered, curling my fingers into the blond and silver strands of hair at his nape. 

 

“You missed my cock.” He shook with silent laughter.  

 

“Damn straight. I’ll always miss that. But I miss this more.” I pulled back, placing a hand over his chest, feeling how hard his heart beat for me. “And this…” I ran my hands up and down his muscular arms, feeling them bunch under my touch. “I miss the way they hold me close.” I brought one of his hands to my mouth, kissing each fingertip. “I miss the way your hands hold me up when I’m feeling low,” I dropped my tone an octave, “and the way they pin me down when I tell you no.” 

 

His cock twitched between us, the circuit of veins thickening as the blood there increased. “I love it when you get all romantic, sweetheart. Maybe we should spend more nights apart.” His ridiculous suggestion earned him a poke in his side. “Oof. There’s the violence I love,” he muttered.   
 

I savored the way his warm gray stare took me in, the way it said there were fucked up things he wanted to do to me. I brushed the back of my hand up the underside of his length, then thumped it against the seam of my zipper, where my own hard cock waited for him. 

 

A hearty bead of precum leaked through his slit. Clint moaned as I collected it with a pinky, then closed my mouth over the digit. I shivered, my resulting moan now harmonizing with his. “I want a boatload of this down my throat before the night’s over.” 

 

“I’ll see what I can do, but the first round goes in your ass, and then in my gut.” His voice was gravelly as he palmed and rubbed my denim-covered dick.  

 

“What if I say I’m not in the mood to fuck?” 

 

Clint’s hand stilled. “I’d say what you want doesn’t matter. I’d say I’m gonna fuck you anyway. Because I need you that bad.” He wrapped his fingers around my neck and pressed his palm against the base of my throat. “Are you gonna fight tonight, sweetheart?” His fingers pulsed along my skin as if preparing for me to struggle. I licked my lips, my body vibrating now. 

 

“Not tonight.” I missed him too much. “I just needed to know you’d still take it if I did. That you hadn’t gone soft while I was away.” That was the difference between our love now, and our love back then. Now, sometimes knowing was enough for me. 

 

“I own you, Raven. I’d never let you get in the way of me having what’s mine.” 

 

I closed my eyes on his words, feeling the pinprick of tears. It got like this when we were apart. We slept together every night, woke up in each other’s arms every morning… We showered together, ate breakfast together… Our businesses were next door to each other, so we left for work together, took lunch breaks and came home together... I was obsessed with the sight of him, and he was fucking consumed with the vision of me. 

 

Gone were the days when he struggled with the way he felt about me. The days when I needed him to love me with a fierceness bordering on violence in order to believe it was real. Now we simply loved each other in all the ways we wanted to because it was what got us off, and because we learned to cherish and seize every moment with each other. 

 

Clint slid his hand under my t-shirt, his heavy palm splaying possessively over the tattoo of himself covering my side before moving for the flowers covering my chest. His own emotions seemed to take over at the feel of how fast my heart raced for him. “I’ve been dying here without you too, sweetheart. Counting down the seconds until you were home again.”  

 

Home. I peered down at my wedding band, then back into his eyes. Home wasn’t a place. Home was wherever we were together. Home was the way he looked at me now. Home was the love between us that could never be broken. This house could burn to the ground and we’d still have a home in each other. 

 

“Clint?”

 

“Hmm?” 

 

“Are you gonna fuck me now, or what?” A sly gin tugged at the corner of my lips when he chuckled.  

 

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna beg me to stop.” 

 

“That’ll never happen.” Or maybe it would, but I’d never mean it. 

 

Clint stood, lifting me with him and setting me on my feet. He fisted the hem of my shirt, and I raised my arms for him. My hair flopped onto my forehead, and he let the t-shirt fall to the floor so he could run his hands through it. “Hair the color of a raven’s wing, eyes the color of glaciers,” he whispered. “I’ll never stop being obsessed with you, Raven.” 

 

“Good.” I took hold of his dick, letting his heat glide through my fingers. “Because the feeling’s fucking mutual, husband.” 

 

He cupped my cheeks, towering over me, his body a wall of muscle that shielded me. I felt both frail as fuck and protected when with him. Like he could break me with a flick of his wrist while also daring anyone to get through him to get to me. Clint had the physical strength to do whatever he wanted with me, and he often took full advantage of it. 

 

Some mornings he’d wake me with a palm over my mouth and his cock slipping into my asshole. Some nights he’d tear into me after a petty argument led to me giving him the silent treatment. He’d kick in the door of whatever room I’d locked myself inside, then wrestle me to my back before straddling my face and shoving his cock down my throat. 

 

“The only time I want you not speaking to me is when my dick is in your mouth,” he’d say. 

 

I’d lost count of how many doors we’d had to replace over the years. My body belonged to him, and he didn’t hesitate to remind me of that. Fuck permission. The carte blanche tattoo scribbled between my ass cheeks meant my husband didn’t need it. 

 

Clint backed me toward the dining area. I held on to his forearms, needing something to steady me as his kiss threatened to obliterate me. My cock ached, and my hole spasmed, hungry for Clint’s dick to fill it. 

 

The chair at the head of the table stopped our progress, and Clint tore his lips from mine to roughly remove my jeans and underwear. “Hands and knees,” he ordered, his long gait carrying him back to the couch for the lube we kept hidden between the cushions. 

 

He returned, raising a brow when I didn’t move.  

 

“I wanna see you.” I wanted to see his face as my ass took him to the hilt, gripping around him, begging for more.  

 

“Round two,” he promised, kissing my forehead with a tenderness that made my heart melt. “Right now, I wanna to fuck you like you mean nothing to me.” He wanted to lose control. 

 

“Like all I’m good for is a quick fuck?” I whispered, or more like whimpered. 

 

“Yes, sweetheart. Just like that.” Clint pulled the chair away, then gestured for me to climb onto the table. I did so, spreading my knees wide and lowering my chest to the table. 

 

Clint pulled one ass cheek to the side, running a finger over the tattoo he’d put there. “Dammit, Raven. Look at that pretty pink hole.” 

 

“Ugh,” I cried out when his palm collided with my other ass cheek. 

 

“Christ,” he bit out, “look how hungry it is. Just clenching and waiting for me to feed it.” I writhed like a horny slut, my cock thumping against my belly. 

 

Clint reached beneath me, slicking up my dick as he slipped a lubed finger into my hole. I hissed from the sting, my body instinctually fucking back onto it. He sent a second in, then a third. “Fuck,” I moaned, thrusting forward into his palm and then back onto his fingers. 

 

“God, you’re such a whore.” He tsked at me. “I thought maybe you’d grow out of that.” 

 

“Never,” I snarled, getting worked the fuck up. 

 

“Makes me want to punish you.” He released my cock and freed his fingers.

 

“No!” I shouted before his palm crashed down onto my ass cheek again, alternating between the two non-stop until my whole body trembled and my sweat covered the table. 

 

“Please,” I begged after an excruciating long while. I peeked over my shoulder to find him licking his lips as his finger circled my opening. My hole pulsed against the pad of his fingertip. “Stop dicking around and fuck me, Clint.” 

 

He grunted, flicking his eyes up to me. “What are we gonna do about that mouth of yours, Raven?” 

 

“I vote for sticking something in it to shut me up.” There was a moment of hesitation on his part, a split second where he wondered if fucking my mouth would be the better option. But then faster than I could blink, Clint gripped my hips, lined his cock up and plowed his way in. 

 

“Fuck!” I was too full too fast. Stuffed to the brim with his cock. My body felt split in two. 
 

Clint didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath or adjust to his size. After a whole day without his dick, taking it like this wasn’t easy. I felt virginal again. Too small, too shallow for him to penetrate through. His fingers had been a cruel joke. Nothing could prepare me for this. 

 

“Christ, Raven.” He pulled back slowly, leaving me with just the tip. My body locked up, panicking from the thought of losing him completely. He shoved into me again at a speed that sent the table inching across the floor. The feel of his thick, wet cock driving through my tight grip had me groaning his name. 

 

“Clint…” I held on to the edges of the table as he dragged his dick out until just the head held me open, then he bulldozed all the way back in. I gritted my teeth, absorbing the pain and the pleasure, feeling my orgasm gain traction. 

 

“You’re making this too easy on me, sweetheart.”

 

I’d have laughed if it didn’t feel like I was about to explode. “I thought you wanted me easy to-tonight,” I panted, my cheek and chest plastered to the table as he bucked into me. 

 

“Easier, Raven. Never easy.” Even when he had my permission—when I gave in without a fight—Clint liked a little resistance. He liked the illusion that he had to make me or else. He fucked me mercilessly now, urging me and the table forward. Any minute it would bang up against the wall. 

 

I pushed onto my hands, bringing my knees in under me, causing Clint to slip from my hole. Quickly, I crawled forward, scrambling for escape. Clint wrapped a hand around my calf, holding me in place as he joined me on top of the table. It wobbled, groaning under our combined weight. 

 

“Get the fuck off of me.” My hands and knees squeaked against the table with sweat.

 

“Is that what you really want?” Clint fell over my back, his corded arms and bulky thighs caging me. He bit down on my shoulder when I tried to crawl from under him. Using the motion of his hips, Clint prodded around until his cock pressed against my hole. I squeezed my ass cheeks tight, but it was no match for a strong man with a hard dick intent on getting through. 

 

“Answer me, sweetheart,” he said, removing his teeth. He secured an arm around my neck when I moved. “Do you really want me to stop?” 

 

The wide smooth head of his cock settled against my hole, waiting for my answer. I swallowed past the forearm pressed against my throat, dizzy from the sheer size of him. He bit down on my earlobe and tugged, pulling a whimper from me. 

 

“Do you want me to fuck you until you come, Raven? Until I spill inside you, filling you with so much cum that you taste me at the back of your throat? Or do you want me to stop?” He circled his hips, his cockhead nudging my hole. 

 

“Stop,” I croaked, and he immediately slid right into me. Clint fucked me like I was an animal, like we both were, like we were mating under a full moon. Both of his palms were pressed into the table now, his teeth buried into my shoulder again as he thrusted wildly.  

 

I braced myself as best I could, throwing my ass back onto is dick. “No means no, Clint.” I moaned as his teeth sank deeper but never breaking skin.

 

“No means nothing when it comes to you and me, Raven.” He moved to my neck, suctioning his lips there, drawing blood to the surface, branding me. We fucked faster, harder, more violently than before.

 

“Fuck, I-I’m gonna come.” And I wouldn’t even have needed my hands to do it. I peered down at my dick, to the precum soaking the table. Clint wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me in place as he fucked me with quick, explosive jabs to my prostate. We were going to break the table and neither of us cared. Not for the table or our well-being.  

 

“Fuck!” he barked as my mouth fell open and my eyes back. “Deeper,” he hissed, snapping his hips. “I need to get deeper.” He was going to kill me. He was literally going to fuck me to death. 

 

I reached a hand back to fist his hair, tugging as I shouted for him to come right fucking now. It felt too good. He felt too big. I couldn’t take it anymore. 

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Clint straightened, cool air hitting my back as he did. He planted one foot flat on the table for leverage, then gripped my hips as he slammed his body into me with more force than he’d ever unleashed on me before. I came instantly, throwing my head back as my body went rigid. 

 

“That’s it. Come for me, sweetheart.” He kept going, grunting and fucking me as my cum spilled all over the table. His pelvis slapped against my ass cheeks, his fingers imprinted on my hips, and his cockhead punched at my bundle of nerves. 

 

“Clint,” I pleaded. 

 

“I’m right there, baby.” With one final hard thrust, he came, pumping me full with his jizz as promised.

 

My arms gave out when it was over. I landed in a pool of my own cum, trying and failing to catch my breath. “Your big cock is gonna be the death of me.”

 

He laughed breathlessly, getting to his feet. “And your tight hole will be the death of me, sweetheart.”

 

“We go together, then?”  

 

“I like the sound of that.” 

 

Chair legs scraped along the floor, and before I could lift my head to see why, Clint tapped me on the ankle. “I need you up again, Raven.” 

 

I groaned, not sure where I would locate the strength to hold myself up again. Somehow I managed, knowing he needed this part, knowing his thirst for it satisfied something primal in me.

 

Clint sat on the chair at the head of the table. I scooted back until I felt his breath fan my sore ass cheeks, then moaned as he spread me open and swiped his tongue through the mess he’d made there. 

 

After Clint ate up his own release, he reached between my legs to scoop up what remained of my cum. A glance over my shoulder showed him licking his fingers clean. He didn’t bother to clean the mess that glistened at the corner of his lips or in his stubble. I grew hard again, ready for the second round he mentioned earlier. 

 

“You’re so fucking dirty,” I accused. 

 

“You only have yourself to blame.” His voice was sinfully deep. “You made me this way.” He pushed his seat back so I could get down from the table. 

 

“You’re my proudest accomplishment, Clint.”  

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He got to work stroking his semi to life, while I walked on shaky legs over to the bottle of lube that had rolled away. Clint was sitting there expectantly by the time I turned back around, legs open, hands resting on his thighs, cock now standing tall and proud. 

 

“Hold it from the bottom,” he instructed after I lubed his dick and straddled him. He liked when I did the work in this position. Liked to turn all his focus to watching me struggle to take him. I held him at the base of his cock, directing his leaky tip to my hole. “Yeah, that’s it. Now sink that pretty little ass down on it.” 

 

“You’re too big like this.” I moved up and down the first few inches of his shaft, attempting to loosen myself up, because apparently, the dicking down he’d given me on the table hadn’t been enough.  

 

“Is telling me my cock is too big supposed to earn you mercy? Besides, isn’t that how you like it? So big that neither of us can move once you sit on it.” 

 

That was exactly how I liked it. Bouncing up and down on roughly the first six inches, I moved my hands to his shoulders, digging my blunt nails in as my mouth parted on a trembling exhale. 

 

“So warm. So goddamn tight,” he breathed thickly. “Did you finger yourself in the woods last night?”

 

“N-no. I saved my ass for you.” 

 

“I can tell. Take me all the way in, Raven. Fuck my cock until we come again.” 

 

Taking a deep breath to prepare myself, I pressed my forehead to his and slowly lowered myself down. 

 

“That's it, sweetheart,” Clint gritted out, gripping the sides of the chair. “Take it. Take it all.” 

 

 My legs shook, and sweat coated my upper lip by the time I sat flush against his lap. “Fuck the god who created you,” I gasped, too full of cock to breathe. “Fuck them straight to hell.”  

 

Clint chuckled, gripping me by the nape and kissing me, sending his tongue to the back of my mouth. “Who do you belong to?” he whispered as we began to move. 

 

“You,” I whispered back, lapping up the remnants of cum at the corner of his mouth.

 

“Let me see it. Show me the proof.” 

 

I held up my hand with my wedding band and touched his face, pressing the hot metal into his sweaty cheek. A fire lit behind his eyes. 

 

“You’re mine,” he growled. I didn’t need to see his ring to know he was mine, but he held it up anyway. He gripped my ass cheeks, a thick finger stroking the tattoo between them, the digit coming dangerously close to where his dick moved in and out of me. “Carte blanche,” he reminded me when I tensed. “I’ll never do anything to hurt you, Raven.” 

 

“Carte blanche,” I whispered, rolling my hips as he worked a finger in alongside his cock. 

 

I rode his cock and his finger like a pro, my dick battering my abs when I picked up speed. Tangling my hands in his hair, I narrowed my eyes on him, letting him know without words that no one would ever fuck his dick like I did. Letting him know he was stuck with me until the day I died, because I refused to think of a world where he went first. 

 

“No one,” he promised to my unspoken vow. He slipped his finger out of me and fisted my hair in return. “No one.” 

 

I bounced on his dick swiftly now, rising until just the tip remained, then crashing back down. The table survived us, but I wasn’t sure about the chair. Clint stood abruptly without pulling out, and I wrapped my legs around. He tugged me up and down his cock as he walked us over to the couch so he could lay me down and pound into me. 

 

“Give it to me,” he said, fucking the life out of me. “Now, Raven!” 

 

I spit on my finger quickly, then reached behind him to slip it into his hole as he came on a roar. I sent my finger in, pelting his prostate as I jerked myself off, coming on an endless moan. 

 

Clint swallowed down the cum on my chest while stuffing what leaked out of me back into my ass. He liked me to hold it in sometimes. Out of breath, he asked, “How about a barbeque tomorrow to celebrate you being home?”  

 

My laugh was breathless, delirious even, from all the fucking. “I was gone for one night.”

 

“One night too many, sweetheart. One night too many.” He laid on top of me, overwhelming me with salty, sticky kisses, pouring all of his affection for me into it. 

 

“I love you,” I said, my voice breaking. “I love us. I love this. Never fucking stop.”  

 

“Never, sweetheart. Never.” 

 

The End

 

Stay tuned for more from Raven & Clint in the near future.

I plan to continue with their HEA. Jasper & Cole are up next!