Page 30 of Long Hard Ride
Because you are mine to fuck. The only man you’re fucking is me.My cock swells, begging for her pussy again. Shit. I shouldn’t have had a taste. The thought of easing my thick, heavy dick into her tight, wet little cunt makes me weak.
It wouldn’t be right for me to fuck her brains out again. I won’t hold back on round two. I’ll make her come on my cock so hard she won’t be able to see straight, never mind walk. She has no idea who she’s playing with.
I’ll wear her out just like I do with an untrained filly. I’ll make her scream over and over again, train her until she’s limp.
She won’t even be able to talk. I’ll pump her mouth so full of my cum it’ll drip down her tits. Just the thought of her lips stretched around my cock, and all those whimpering, slurping noises she made, makes me want to ram my dick down her throat. Christ. I’m losing my fucking mind with her.
“You’re not answering me...” Brooke struts past me and grabs her purse. That fucking skirt is see-through. Is she swaying her hips on purpose like that? The skirt hits her mid thigh, and every time the frilly fabric moves, I see more of her creamy skin.
“You shouldn’t be going to that bar by yourself,” I say evenly, then swallow thickly. I can see her curvy round ass right through her skirt as the last of the day’s sun streams through the window.
My dick throbs. My balls ache, dying for a release. Dying for her.
I look back down at my computer and pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to get the thought of her glossy, plump lips around my cock out of my mind.
“And why not? Now that I’m not a virgin, you don’t expect me to be a nun, do you?” She bends over the back of the couch for her little pink jacket, and I can see the curve where her silky thigh meets her ass cheek. “Twenty-one is old enough to get a drink. And for sure old enough to get a man.”
“Correction—boy. What do you know about men?” My head is swimming. Why are we even talking about her going out and getting laid? What the fuck is she saying? She’s leaving me behind so she can...? Shit, I can’t even think straight. “You’ve only dated boys, sweetheart. We both know that.”
“But I’m not looking to date. I’m looking for a fuck tonight.”
Oh, you keep talking like that, and you’re going to get fucked, but good.The thought that her cunt is probably dripping already, that she’s looking to get fucked,wantsto be fucked, has me as stiff as a steel rod.
“Sweet thought for a girl who’s practically still a virgin.”
“Woman,” she counters. “And my thoughts are anything but sweet.”
Fuck me. She’s twisting my cock and heart around her little finger. I don’t say a word, I’m too wrapped up in the horrible thought of another man’s hands all over her. Another man’s lips kissing her, tongue-fucking her, sucking on her tits. Another man’s cock in her tight little pussy.My pussy.
I’m seconds away from losing control. She has no idea she’s turning me into some kind of uncontrolled, cock-driving animal.
I want to inhale her.Consumeher. Crush her lips with mine, so she’ll shut up and stop talking about finding any other man. “I think it’s best you stay home tonight.” My voice is steady and even like always. If she thinks she’s leaving this house—
Brooke pivots and fires a pissed-off glare. I see I’ve finally managed to make her stop and think about her actions, so I give it another go.
“We’re technically married. Going out to get screwed by a stranger isn’t something a married woman should do.”
“And why not?” She roughly slings her purse strap over her shoulder. “You sure don’tactlike a husband, so who the hell cares? You obviously don’t. But tell me, what do you think of my outfit?” She licks her pouty lip-glossed lips, holds the edge of her little skirt, and twirls.
She’s bare. Bare assed. Bare pussy.
I’m going over the edge now. And by the heat in her eyes when she catches me staring, the sexy little tease is enjoying every second of it. My cock rams against my jeans, my heart hammers in my chest, and I clench, holding myself back from that perfect, baby-smooth round ass. Oh, how I could pick her up, throw her face-first over the back of the couch, and spread those cheeks wide. Then she’d know what it’s really like to be fucked.
I’m mesmerized, unable to take my eyes off her ass, and then she turns and lifts her dress.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I slam my laptop shut and get up from the couch.
She inches close, batting those long lashes. “I’m showing you my outfit. Do you like it? If someone wants to fuck me, all I have to do is lift my skirt.” She flashes me again and giggles. “Do you think some older man at Boondocks will want to fuck me? Think I can find a real man, with a big cock?” She runs her tongue across her lower lip, and my eyes bulge.
I have never resisted a temptation. Never denied a woman anything, unless she was drunk or I thought I would be taking advantage of her. Brooke clearly knows what she’s doing and hasn’t had a drop of anything—
You’ve been down this road before. Stop. She’s too young. She’ll get attached. You’ll get attached,I remind myself as she approaches me and has the fucking nerve to throw her arms around my neck and brush her sweet lips against mine.
I feel her luscious, round breasts against my chest. Her pelvis presses against my aching cock. There is no way she can’t feel my throbbing dick.
I fucking hold my breath, doing everything in my power to stop myself pounding her and teaching her a lesson.
“Since you aren’t doing your husbandly duty, why shouldn’t I go out and find another man who will?”
