Page 39 of Another Postcard

“Ride me, Brooklynn,” he demanded. With his hands on my hips, he helped guide me as I tried to figure out the best way to do what he wanted. Putting my hands on his shoulders for leverage, I began to rise and fall on his thick shaft. “Fuck, I could watch your tits bounce in front of my face all damn day.” He pinched my nipples and then sucked and licked them, his hands returning to my hips. He bucked up every time I dropped back down and screams ripped from my throat.

“Levi! Yes! Yes! Harder! Oh, yes! Don’t stop!”

“Keep it up, baby. Your screams are so fucking hot. Squeeze your pussy—oh, fuck! Yes! Oh, fuck, Brooklynn! Fuck, yeah, baby!”

“I’m going to come, Levi,” I cried.

“Do it,” he growled. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, but when you come on my cock, it’s like a vise. I fucking love it. Give me that tight little pussy, Brooklynn.” I fell apart with a shout and Levi followed a few thrusts later, roaring my name.

It took several minutes for us to come back to reality, our hearts still racing, taking in big gulps of air.

“Damn, baby. I could live inside your sweet pussy,” he muttered with a satisfied sigh.

“I think we both need another shower,” I observed, feeling sweaty and—uh oh—sticky between my thighs. “Shit, we didn’t use a condom.”

“You on the pill?” he asked.

I nodded and he shrugged.

“I’m clean. Haven’t been with a woman in months and I got tested right after the last one.”

“Okay.” I realized in that moment that I completely trusted him.

“Sooooo,” he dragged out the last syllable adorably. “Does this mean no more condoms?” His tone was hopeful and a little giddy. I laughed.

“Yeah, I’m cool with going bareback.”

“Good, because you’re going to be riding this stud a lot.”

“Oh, sweet Mary,” I snorted. “That was horrible! Beyond cheesy!”

“Ah,” he said smugly. “Is it cheesy if it’s true?”

I fell into a fit of laughter and he grinned, pulling me into him for a hug. My amusement reminded me of something from earlier. “Hey, what were you laughing at when I came downstairs?”

This made him snicker. “Another postcard.”

“Was that, this is really funny, laughter or, I’m reverting to my twelve-year-old self, laughter?”

Levi threw his head back and busted up. “You’re really fucking cute,” he told me when he could talk again. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and you can decide for yourself.”

The card wasn’t gross, it was just as ridiculous as all of them. The chimp was lounging in a bubble bath, wearing one of those touristy top hats with the British flag on it and blowing another bubble through one of those tiny plastic rings. The caption said, “I know how to blow, Gov’nor.”

“Okay, so it’s somewhere in between,” I said dryly. I flipped it over and read the message.

Levi,

I’d go anywhere for you. Even England.

“Even England?” I echoed. That seemed odd.

He shrugged. “Maybe they don’t like the British,” he quipped, taking a seat in one of the recliners.

I pretended to be incredulous. “But what about the sexy accents?” I was standing next to him and he slapped my ass before tugging me into his lap.

“Who’s sexy?” he snarled. I grinned and didn’t say anything. His next move was to dig his fingers into my ribs, making me giggle uncontrollably. “Who do you think is sexy, baby?”

“You!” I shouted through my laughter. “You! Please stop! Please!”

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