Page 18 of Matteo

Matteo

“You’ve been staring at her all night,” a voice brought me back to reality.

Bridget was some woman I’d picked upNoirthe night Mason and Nora had invited me out.

Or is it Bridy?I literally couldn’t remember her name, but she was on me like white on fucking rice. I had myself a fucking stage five clinger.

“Huh?”

She crossed her arms, pushing up her huge breast into my eyesight as if trying to distract me again. My hands went to her hips.

You’re easy,I thought again.

“You heard me,” she said. “Who is she?”

My eyes drifted back over to Rain, she had a beer in one hand staring into the fire. Every once in a while, someone would say something to her and she’d talk but mostly she’d just been quiet.

I watched as Carmine came over and sat down next to her, his blonde hair catching in the firelight. He’d thrown a fucking bonfire because he’d bought a puppy that was now sitting in his lap. Rain’s face had morphed.

She was smiling and it was because of my brother.

Jealousy ripped threw me and finally, I turned back to Big Titted Bridget.

“No one,” I smirked.

“She must be somebody 'cause you literally won’t stop fucking paying attention to her…like are you in love with her.”

I pulled Bridget’s chin up, forcing her glassy eyes to meet my intense stare. She seemed to be a little drunk and I’d only had two beers. “Stop worrying about her and worry about getting bent over in the bathroom,” I murmured before dropping a kiss on her lips.

That seemed to shut her up for five seconds as her eyes widened in surprise. My words had worked their magic. Before I we left the bon fire to go inside, I took one more look at Rain. The puppy was no in her lap, and she was cooing to it and stroking its fur.

We pushed past the some of the people Carmine had invited, to go inside of the house. Nora and Mason were coming out as I entwined hands with Bridget.

“Where are you going?” Mason asked.

I offered my brother a mischievous smile. “Be right back.”

“I’m sure it won’t take long,” Mason grinned widely, clapping me on the back.

He was right, I had Bridget down on her knees the second we were in the bathroom. I pulled my dick free and aggressively began to shove it down her throat.

The entire time, I imagined that it was Rain taking me deep inside of her throat. That she was sucking me off, nice and sloppy just the way I liked getting my dick sucked.

Bridget was too neat.

She was also drunk.

However, it did just enough of the trick. I was busting down her throat in three minutes just from the thought.

“No fair,” Bridget whined as she licked my salty cum from her mouth.

Stuffing my dick back inside of my pants, I agreed. “Sorry.”

“Well…what about me? You said you were gonna bend me over…like at least eat my pussy…”

The two of us stared at each other and finally, she let loose a scream. “Fuck you, dude. I’m out of here!”

The door to the bathroom clattered open and she flew out. Wincing, I closed the door behind her departing frame. This was about how most of my interactions with women over the last few years had gone.

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