Page 3 of Bratty Badboys

Her eyes went wide before a smile adorned her plump lips. Lips which I had jerked off to in my teenage bed. I still remember my dad almost walking in while I was masturbating with my dick in my hand, watching the music video for the nth time.

“I am her, but I didn’t know I’m still recognizable.” She flashed a small smile, tucking her hair behind her ear. I watched her twinkling earrings and had to force my thoughts from going to the gutter.

“You’re kidding.” I said, shamelessly eyeing her and licking my lips. I didn’t miss her pupils dilating when she saw my tongue piercing. She looked older than how she was in the video, but her beauty was still ethereal with the flirty innocence emanating off her. “I’d remember your beautiful face anywhere.”

I couldn’t help it. I tried.

But I couldn’t.

“Pardon my language, ma’am, but those hips are to die for. I would know it’s you without ever looking at your face.” I eyed them again, my pants feeling tight when I said in a low voice, “They are imprinted in my head.”

Her eyes widened, and she looked at her fucking perfect hips and back at me before swallowing. Her face was red. Cute.

“Do I know you?”

“Not yet pretty, but you will.” I raised my hand between us, and she gingerly took it. “I’m Caleb. Nice to meet you…”

“A-anna.”

“Nice to meet you, A-anna,” I winked and pressed my lips on her knuckles, almost twitching in my silk pants smelling the sweet vanilla on her skin. I wanted to lick her. Everyfuckingwhere.

Her cheeks flushed as she took back her hand and looked away, her eyes training back to me and lingering on my face.

Anna. I knew she had used an alias name for the video. It only piqued my curiosity. I had so many questions for her. What did she do now? What was her favorite position? Did she star in more music videos? Can I make a hot, not-safe-for-work video with her in her favorite position? What was her favorite dish? How quickly can I make her cum with my mouth?

“Do you want to get out of here, Anna?” I asked, dropping my voice down a couple octaves and stepping closer.

I didn’t care what she said. I was going to fuck her and make her flush red in all the right places. I was going to imprint her face, her body as she convulsed with orgasm in the spank-bank of my head.

Her eyes widened before she chuckled, shaking her head. “I-I have the bachel?—”

I stepped even closer. “I’ll bring you back, pretty.”

She took a step back, her high heels—I could imagine them over my shoulder—clicking against the marble floor.

“I-I don’t do hookups.”

I licked my lips and leaned closer to her face before moving to her ear and whispered, “I’ll give you one of the best nights of your life.” I licked her shell, making her exhale sharply, and looked at her eyes as I said, “Come on, pretty girl, you don’t want to miss out, do you?”

“Pretty girl?”

“Yes, you’re a pretty girl with a cute girl-next-door blush on your cheeks. Let me ask again,” I repeated and said with a small smirk, “You don’t want your pretty cunt to miss out on me, do you?”

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BE A GOOD BOY

ANNA

My lips parted hearing his filthy words, my thighs clenching at his deep, rumbling voice. No one had ever spoken to me that way in forty-one years of my life.

He was hot as hell, and he knew it. His suit looked expensive, his white shirt ironed perfectly as it fit him like a second skin. His slacks were silk and his shoes… made him look young.

And even though his tall, lean body was made for the suit, he didn’t seem like he ever wore suits. With the piercings and tattoos, I could guess he looked better in a leather jacket. His shiny long locks made him look like a hot, rebellious rockstar that had pestered me for my number when I was young.

What the hell are you thinking, Anna?

“I…”

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