Page 16 of Bratty Badboys

I knelt between her legs, smiling at her flushed post-coital bliss face when my eyes flickered to the tall shadow by the entrance of the pool, hovering around the door.

I know him.

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RUIN IT

KYLE

This was so wrong.

I should go away.

I shouldn’t have… but his video?—

What the heck are you doing, Kyle?

It happened moments after Anna left for her swim. I was sitting on the couch with my laptop open as I checked the spread sheets with AirPods in my ears when I noticed I had a message from an unknown number.

A video message.

I opened it without thinking because it was sent around one in the morning and I didn’t know anyone who would send me, out of all people, a video so late—or early in the morning.

My eyes widened when I saw a shirtless tattooed man pressing some sort of fabric on his nose and groaning. I quickly exited the message, my hands getting clammy as I eyed the number again. Curiosity got the better of me and I opened the video again. Lowering the volume even though I had earphones on.

Your pussy smells like heaven, pretty. He groaned and my lips parted when I saw his… oh god.

“I remember you,” I mumbled to myself. His dick was long and girthy with glinting piercing on the top. I noticed his nipple and belly piercings, his tattoo, his face.

I remembered him. Of course, I remembered him. Why wouldn’t I remember the face and cock of the person I had worshiped on my knees?

And how easily he had made me cum with his mouth on my cock and a finger?—

“Oh my god,” I covered my mouth as images of that one drunk night from almost a year ago flashed in my mind.

I wasn’t gay. I wasn’t. I’m sure.

But my eyes trailed back to the screen, watching him jerk off holding the fabric—oh shit, are those panties?! I swallowed when pre-cum glistened on the tip of his head, his abs clenching as his moans echoed in my ears.

Look how well I’m taking care of your pretty panties, hm.

He moaned. But he moaned louder when he was with me.

What the heck are you thinking, Kyle?! I shook those images out of my head and clenched my hand in a fist when his hips jerked into his hand. I remembered his silver rings too. But his hair was shorter. In the video, the tips of his hair brushed his shoulder.

I want to fuck you so fucking bad.

My dick twitched in my pants as I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, watching the handsome man fondle his balls. I had done it too. His eyes were dark and mischievous when I had struggled, not knowing how to touch a dick.

Even in the video, from what I could make of his eyes they were full of mischief and desire.

I should stop. Really. He must have accidentally sent me the message that was obviously meant for someone else. Some woman?

Probably.

Should I keep your torn pretty thong clean so you can give me another because I’m a good boy? Or should I ruin it with my cum so you’ll have to give me another one because I’m a bad boy, hm?

“Ruin it,” I heard myself whisper, answering him. My pants filled out and I was uncomfortably hard, but I kept watching. I licked my lips in anticipation even though I knew what he was going to do?—

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