Page 21 of Fast and Dirty

Not to mention hovering over me with your tattoos blazing.

“I want to get inside you. Please fucking let me inside you.”

Fuck, he’s begging but in a gravelly, demanding tone and the conundrum of it fucks with my head as his mouth comes down over my tit, sucking the nipple through the cotton of his t-shirt.

“Ah! Yes!” I cry out as the sensation makes me writhe. “Put it in, please put it in.”

God, it’s so dirty with West, just like I always wanted to experience. He leans away briefly to fish a condom out of the side table drawer, but as soon as he’s back, I grip his t-shirt; keening beneath him as the smell of sweat and his delicious musk put a spell on me. In fact, it must make me black out for a moment, because the next thing I feel is the unparalleled, thunderbolt of pleasure that comes with him slamming his cock inside me.

9

WEST

This is fast, even for me. I’ve had one-night stands before, but never a repeat the next day. Anytime I’ve been with a girl multiple times there’s been at least something of a relationship established, or at the very least an understanding of some kind.

I seriously thought fucking Kira in her wedding dress would get her out of my system. But seeing her in nothing but my shirt had my balls on fire even worse than the dress, and I had to get inside her before they imploded.

A sweat breaks out across my back as I rut and thrust, over and over, grunting each time the heat of her pussy comes down over my dick.

“Grab the headboard,” I order her as I continue railing into her, and she obeys, reaching above her head to grab hold of the bars, her blue eyes hazy as she looks up at me through her lashes.

Easing back on my knees, I take hold of her trim waist and hoist her ass to sit on my thighs, and I use it as leverage to power in and out of her.

Her cries and moans as she bites down on her lip spur me on and as mortifying as it is, I know I’m not going to last muchlonger. And I couldn’t even get partially undressed this time. I’m a weak fucker and I need help, but right now, I need us both to come.

“You close princess?” I ask, feeling it rumble up my throat. “Because I’m about to fucking blow,” I admit.

“Almost,” she whimpers and I instinctually bring my thumb to the hood of her clit, rubbing it in rhythm with my thrusting. “Yes!” She cries when I touch her in the right spot, and it makes me roll my hips into her harder. “Fuck yes, I’m coming!” She declares from the back of her throat and I let go.

I erratically fuck into her, my release jetting out into the condom as I let out a beastly growl that would concern the hell out of me if I weren’t in a state of unimaginable bliss.

I hold my body rigid, trying not to show that I’m shaking. I start carefully pulling out of Kira’s beautifully heaving body when a loud crash makes Kira yelp , and causes me to jerk the rest of the way out and fall backward.

I roll ass over head off the back corner of the bed and land in a heap on the hardwood floor.

I groan, and I hear Kira scurry across the sheets.

“West? Are you alright?” She asks as I hear her coming down close to me.

I just rolled off a bed with my dick out, but other than that, I’m super.

“All good,” I cough out, lying my ass off. “I’m just going to lay here a minute.”

And wait for my poor, still erect dick to go down.

Fortunately, Kira doesn’t continue to hover in this embarrassing moment and I see her stand. “Agnes is back.”

Perfect.

“I better get my things together.” She deflates, and I chance a look up from my fetal position, taking small solace in the way her legs wobble on her way to the bathroom. A job well done. But what happens now? That first time was a fun and spontaneousincident that seemed to leave us both on the same page, but now she’s going to be around town for a little bit where there will be running into each other. I don’t want to be an ass and tell her I don’t want anything more - do I? - when she doesn’t even know how long she’ll be sticking around. If she were going to be a permanent fixture in this town I’d definitely be open to the idea. She’s nice, we have a few things in common and clearly, we’re sexually compatible, so it would be more than worth exploring.

But with everything going on in her world right now, I’m guessing what she needs more than anything is a friend; not someone pursuing her to jump into a relationship after almost getting married to a giant dick.

Speaking of giant dicks… I finally feel like my body’s stopped buzzing enough for me to shuck the condom off mine and tuck it back in my pants before pulling myself off the floor. Once I’m vertical again, Kira is emerging from the bathroom with her hair in a fresh top knot, and still in my fucking shirt with no bottoms. For a quick blink it looks like she lives here with me and it makes a quick flash of electricity crackle across my skin. She’s carrying her toiletry bag and crouches down to place it in her open suitcase on the floor.

“Keeeee - raaaaaa!” I hear Agnes sing up from the alley below and a faint smile pulls at Kiras lips.

“I’m coming!” She shouts back in a friendly voice before I can stop her and sure enough, Agnes is at the ready.

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