Page 12 of Long Hard Ride
I’m so fucking needy for this girl’s cherry it isn’t right. No, what I want to do to her isn’t right at all. Not the way I want to fuck her in every goddamn hole and watch my cum drip from her pussy and down her thighs.
I lick my palm and wrap it around my thick, throbbing dick. I glide my hand down my stiff shaft and up again. With my other hand, I bring her panties to my nose, and I groan, getting another whiff of her candy cunt. Fuck, she must’ve been so wet when she had these on.
I rub the pre-cum around my swollen crown. Veins bulge from my dick. It’s so girthy and hard that it looks fucking angry it hasn’t been allowed inside her pussy yet.
Oh, but I will be fucking her. I lick my palm again, coat my head, and work the slippery mix of pre-cum and spit all over my dick.
And that dryer sound is us, banging and banging. I’m fucking her over the back of the couch. She’s lifted her little sheer nightgown just for me. She wearing those fucking high heels and has her long legs spread wide. I moan, “Fuck yeah,” stroking my dick.
She’s bent over that couch with her sweet little asshole staring right at me. But I want that cherry like fucking air. I lift her ass higher so I can see her glistening pink pussy lips. The pussy lips that leaked that sweet un-popped cherry juice all over these panties.
I inhale again, letting the smell of her cunt cover my nose. “Fuck.” I stroke harder and faster, plunging into her.
Brooke’s so fucking wet for me. She moans, making whimpering sounds, and pushes that sweet young pussy back up against me to take more of me. I stroke and tug, faster and faster. I wet my palm again so I can feel her juicy, tight cherry-hole clamping around me.
I’m fucking her deep now. I’ll train this fucking filly to come on command. I let out a groan.Fuck. I jerk myself faster and wrap her pussy-soaked silky panties around my dick. “Fuck, fuck.” Now her cunt is wrapped around my cock. She’s screaming out my name, writhing and taking me deep, begging for my big cock to ravage her innocent pussy.
We’re banging on top of the dryer now, banging and banging to the rhythm of the sound. “You like it hard like this,” I growl. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” I shove my cock in deeper as I rub, stroking harder, andChrist.I’m possessed, obsessed, and I fucking can’t breathe. “Fuck me.” I stroke. “Cover me with your sweet cherry juice. Come on my dick, baby girl.” I stroke and stroke, harder and faster, climbing higher and higher, until the tornado crashes into me, whirling me around and spitting me out into the stratosphere.
Fuck.Ropes of cum spurt all over her pretty little panties. I pump and shoot another wad against the wall. Goddamn.I come so hard I’m dizzy.
Chapter Six
My eyes adjust to thedim light. I somehow managed to doze off, mostly out of exhaustion from crying all day. Restless, I roll over to check Shane’s bed.
I search the dark shadows through bleary eyes, and my heart crashes. He stayed out in the living room, just like I asked. And now I miss his comforting, hunky figure under the blankets.
Is he still mad, just because I couldn’t get enough of his kisses?
I tuck my hand under my pillow and try to fall back to sleep, but there are too many questions rattling around in my brain.
Steve texted me tonight, and I sent him a quick reply. But it got me thinking. Even though Steve and I have broken up, is it wrong for me to be so attracted to Shane? Am I somehow cheating on Steve?
Damn, this whole situation is so confusing. I know what the arrangement is and exactly what my grandfather wanted. But what are the rules about emotions?
Why shouldn’t I want Shane? Tonight, after the service, he made me feel protected, and safe. That’s a whole new experience for me.
