Page 13 of Bullet

Fuck me, she had a friend over.

The buckle of my belt clinked as the prong slipped free. I dropped my jeans and stepped out of them. I stroked my cock and walked to Bristol’s side of the bed, but my gaze was on the short brown curls on the pillow next to hers.

“Bullet,” Bristol’s sleepy voice whispered into the darkness.

“Miss me?” I asked, slipping into bed next to her. I fisted my hand in her hair, angled her head, and claimed her mouth. She whimpered as I kissed her thoroughly, sliding my tongue along hers.

“We can’t,” she quietly said against my lips.

I leaned up on my elbow and glanced to the woman next to her. “Who is she?”

“A friend. And no, you can’t fuck her.”

“You can’t have a woman in bed with you and not share.” I stared into her eyes as I ran my palm over her tummy and under the elastic of her panties. Her smooth pussy slicked my finger. “Are you wet for me?” I nuzzled her neck. “Or are you thinking about her pussy? Did she already get a taste of yours?”

“I’m not fucking her, either.” She arched off the bed. “She works at the club with me. Or she did. She got fired.”

“Are you taking in more stray kitties?” I smiled at her pursed lips.

“Yes, but she’s not going to be one of your kittens.”

I drilled a finger into her, pumped twice, then doubled up. “I need inside you.”

She gasped. “We can’t.”

“Your friend is asleep.” I tugged on her panties, and she raised her hips. “I’ve been thinking about you all night.”

“Okay, but you have to be quiet.” She lifted up and stripped off her thin tank top.

I chuckled. “I’m not the one who screams.” I closed my mouth over her pebbled nipple and sucked. She squeezed her tits together. I growled and bit her breast.

“Shhh.” She hissed, grabbed my hair, and jerked my mouth to hers.

“Kitten, feel how wet you are. You need dick.”

Bristol slid her fingers onto her cunt and rubbed her clit as I fucked her with two fingers. “You win. Fuck me.”

I reached over to the nightstand, opened the drawer, grabbed a condom, and ripped open the package with my teeth. The bed jostled, and the mattress dipped as I rose onto my knees.

“I’ll do it. You’re going to wake Stormy.” Bristol took the condom from me, sheathed my pierced cock, then bent her knees and opened her legs.

I positioned between her thighs, notched her opening, and pushed into her hot, wet center. “Ah, fuck.” I rolled my hips, thrusting in and rearing back. “I’ll fuck you good, kitten.”

“Shh. We have to be quiet.” Her thighs rode higher on my hips, angling her pelvis, and I thrust deeper, knowing she needed me deep and hard to get her off. Her breaths grew ragged. “Right there. Oh, fuck. I’m going to come. Yes,” she hissed.

“I can feel your cunt choking my cock.”

The blanket tugged a bit. Both Bristol and I turned as a body thumped to the ground. Shuffling sounded from the floor. Ten seconds later, the bathroom door opened and closed with a soft click.

I stared down at Bristol and smiled. She wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my neck. Vibrations of laughter shook her body.

I gripped her wrists, held them to the bed, hovered above her, and thrust my cock deep inside her. “You can scream now.”

And then I nailed her to the bed, fucking her until tears leaked from her eyes and sweat slicked herskin. I fucked her until she’d milked my balls dry, and her nails had bloodied my back.

Then I collapsed beside her and dropped the condom over the side of the bed.

“Can I crash here?” I wasn’t one for overnighters, but I was too tired to move.

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