Brad’s body was amazing; muscular, lean, deeply tanned, hairless. Even his pubes were trimmed super short, which made his cock look huge. I mean, it was huge, but the lack of hair made it look REALLY huge.
I ripped off my clothes and jumped backward onto the bed. The only light in my tiny bedroom was a lamp on the nightstand, but it was enough. I spread my legs to give him a good look at my neatly-trimmed red pubes. I think it’s sick, but guys always want to know if a girl with red hair also has red pubes. It’s my hair color, you fucking asshole, of course my pubes are red! I could tell Brad was curious, too, because when he saw my pubes he gave me a little smile.
“The carpet does match the drapes,” he said with a smile.
“Of course,” I said, cocking my eyebrows at him. “You like what you see, Brad the banker? Is red your favorite color?”
“It is now,” he said.
I used two fingers to show him how wet my pussy and clit were, hot pink and glistening with juices. When Brad saw me touching myself, he wrapped his fingers around his cock and sighed.
“That is beautiful,” he said, moving to the foot of the bed. I leaned up on my elbows to watch him masturbate, his cock swelling in his hand. He reached down with his free hand
and dipped his fingers between my wet folds. He brought the fingers up to his lips and sucked them dry. “And you taste amazing.”
“So, did you,” I said, playfully licking my lips. “God, you’ve got me so hot.”
I was flowing like a hot river as I watched his hand moving up and down over his cock. I slid my fingers down over my clit and spread my pussy lips for him, revealing my throbbing hole.
“I want that inside me,” I said, breathing hard as little tingles of pleasure rippled from my pussy to my nips. “Now.”
“My pleasure,” he said, moving closer to the foot of the bed. He got onto his knees between my legs and guided the tip of his cock to my pussy hole. He swizzled it around for a moment, getting it nice and slick. Little shockwaves ebbed through me at his touch. He pushed against me and my pussy spread to accommodate his bulbous cock head. I suctioned tight around his shaft, but I was lubed up enough that he slid easily in.
“Oh… yes…” he sighed. “That’s the ticket…”
He braced his palms on the bed next to me and eased himself inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and closed my eyes as he slid slowly in until he could slide in no more. He rocked his hips back and forth slowly, setting a fire that swept through my body, making my nipples rock hard and my mouth bone dry.
“That is the ticket… oh… jeez… fuck me… Brad… slow… steady…”
Brad sighed as he moved in and out in a steady rhythm. He slid in until he hit my cervix, then slid out until just the head was inside me. He did it again. And again. And again. I felt the orgasm building from my head to my toes. My toes curled. I sucked in air between my clenched teeth.
“Fuck… you are so… fucking… tight…” Brad said.
“Faster now…” I said. “Fuck me faster… I’m… close…”
Brad sped up the pace, his hips moving faster, his cock ramming into me, jarring the entire bed, which creaked like a rusty door hinge. The headboard slammed against the wall. I expected the neighbors to bang on the wall, but didn’t care if they did. Brad was giving me the best fucking I’d had in a long time.
He was ending a very long dry spell.
Jeez, I loved to fuck.
I really needed to do this more often.
“God… faster…” I moaned, digging my heels into his ass to prod him on. “I’m going to… fuck… going to… cum… Brad… faster… harder… faster…”
Brad grunted like a wild animal and started banging into me harder and harder.
I put my hands on his arms and dug in with my nails.
He moaned in pain, but didn’t stop.
He was like the Energizer Bunny: he just kept going and going and going.
And I started cumming and cumming and cumming.
Chapter 9: Conner/Brad
I couldn’t hold back the orgasm any longer. I thrust hard into Mollie as the orgasm erupted from my tight balls, filling her with my hot sticky seed. “I’m cumming… oh… shit… fuck... I’m… cumming…”