Page 62 of Released from the Sin Bin

“You’re full of shit.” I clench my fists, fighting the urge to deck him.

“So what?” He stands up to me, already an inch taller. “What are you going to do about it?”

He’s almost the same height as our father, but has the same hazel eyes and light sandy hair as our mom. Lucky for him, he doesn’t have to look in a mirror to be reminded of the man he hates.

I square off in front of him, and Braydon cracks his knuckles to prepare for a fight.

“Hi Carter.” The same girl comes up to us, breaking our standoff, and rubs Braydon’s arm to get his attention. “We’re going back to the dorms. Are you coming?” She looks me up and down while speaking to him. A junior puck bunny in the making.

It’s too cold out for her thin open coat that reveals her large full breasts squished up in her tight shirt.

“Do you want to come too?” she asks, angling her body toward me.

“No, he doesn’t. I’ll be right there.” Braydon motions for her to go back.

What I do next is purely out of spite. Do I want to hook up with this girl? Not a chance. Will I do it to make a point and piss off my baby brother? Absolutely.

“You want to come for a ride in my truck instead?” I ignore my little brother and raise my eyebrows to question the junior puck bunny.

Braydon glares at me. His stare burns a hole through the side of my face.

I give the girl a wink and lick my lips to entice her as I make a show of checking out her cleavage down to the impractical heels she’s wearing.

“Sure.” She drops Braydon’s arm like it’s poison and weaves the other through mine.

“Fucking dick,” Braydon mutters at my back.

“See ya, bro.” I wink at him behind my back and lead the puck bunny off to my truck for a quickie.

I am a dick. I don’t even know this girl's name.

“So, where are we going?” She bounces next to me with each step.

“My truck.” I don’t plan on taking her anywhere. The parking lot will do. “What’s your name?”

“Valerie.” She giggles and squeezes my arm.

“Look Valerie, I’m going to fuck you in the back of my truck.” I lay it all out for her. If she doesn’t like the plan, then she can say no. “I’m not going to call you, and I won’t remember your name. If you’re ok with that, we can have some fun. If not, you can catch up with your friends.”

We reach my truck and I hold the door open for her, waiting for her decision.

“I’m game.” She happily slips into my backseat.

Throwing our coats and bags to the front, I stroke myself before slipping a condom on. Only bothering to remove our pants, I fuck her just like I said I would.

She winces at the first impact, but I keep thrusting against the resistance.

Valerie is beautiful. Long brown hair in waves with an impressive figure and large breasts that bounce with each thrust. But it’s the same every time. Meaningless. Emotionless. I’m struggling to stay hard and I know I won’t be able to come.

“Fuck,” I grunt, trying hard to clear my head and get into it.

“Oh fuck, you’re so big.” She groans and digs her heels into my thighs to keep driving my hips into her.

I close my eyes and think of anything or anyone to finish this out. The first image that creeps in is of big blue eyes staring down at me and short blonde hair that sticks to Willa’s face with her mouth open in a perfect oval. I pop my eyes right back open and shake the image out.

Fuck, I can’t think of that.

I keep focusing on Valerie and her tits pushing out of her shirt while she screams and moans my name. But my mind keeps going back to Willa’s soft moans and the way my name sounded from her lips as she rode me.

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