Page 1 of Her Dirty Rival
Chapter1
Malcolm
Ilean backon the sofa, appreciating the pair of pouty lips working their way up and down the length of myrigidcock.
The glass of Scotch in my hand rounds out the mood as I relax in front of a roaring fire in my private suite at the clubhouse. It’s the first December night chilly enough to warrant a fire. There’s nothing like the sound of crackling logs and the hot, dry air on nights likethese.
I look down at the flaming shock of red hair bobbing around my groin. What’s her name again? Penny? No, she’s off with Ted. Stefania? No, that’s the icy-hot little Nordic princess that Chauncey snapped up. That would leave…Melissa?Maybe.
Whatever her name is, she is world-class at giving head. I picked her just for that full, luscious mouth of hers. And sure, I’ve always had a thing for redheads. Especially around theholidays.
“That’s it…” I groan, pumping my hips upward to meet hermouth.
She moans, and the vibrations go right to my balls. Closing my eyes, I rest the Scotch on the end table. My hands are now free to grip a handful of her hair and help her along with the pace I like. Yes, witnessing her bright red pair of perfectly plump lips go down on my dick after a long day at work is reward enough, and this sweet thing has someskills.
My balls tighten, and that pressure deep in my groin begins to expand and take over my thought processes, and pretty much every non-essential bodily function as I get close toexploding.
“Fuck,” I growl through clenched teeth and my bodystiffens.
The pleasure becomes too much. Little Miss Gingersnap begins to suck harder, draining me dry. She moves up and down my shaft a few more times as if she does not want to waste a single drop. When she finally eases up, I release her hair and she backs away from my dick, sitting back on her knees with her eyes locked on my face, waiting for my nextinstruction.
“That was good,” I drawl, closingmyeyes.
She crawls up on the couch beside me, winding one of her arms around my neck. I’m about to tell her I need a minute to get my second wind, and I notice the hem of this little black dress she has on is halfway between her thighs and her waist. There are no panties in sight, and it dawns on me that she’s been keeping herself busy with that other hand betweenherlegs.
I take hold of that naughty hand that’s been doing my job without my knowledge. Lifting her hand to my mouth, I suck each finger clean, breathing in her sweet feminine scent as I go. That’s enough to make me rock hard again. I reach over for the box of condoms on the end table. Ripping one open, I pass it to her. She’s so eager, it’s on me in no time, and in the next instant, she straddles me and sinks down myshaft.
Fuck, this woman knows what she’sdoing.
“Take off this dress,” I tell her with a groan, wanting to see moreofher.
“But you feel so good, cowboy,” she whispers as her hips lift and lower, taking more of me inside of her each time she bobs on my rock hard length. “That Texas drawl in your accent turns me on. You’re from Texas,right?”
“I sure am,” Iconfirm.
“I don’t want tostop,baby.”
“Fine.”
If she likes this dress, well, she’ll need to get herself a new one. I’m not ready to miss out on her perky breasts as they bounce. My hands go up to her deep V-neckline, and with a firm, sharp tug, I rip the front right down to herwaist.
There.
Muchbetter.
Her firm, ample breasts, pink nipples and creamy skin have been hiding out for far too long. She doesn’t even flinch about the torn scraps of dress on her body. Placing my hand on her back, I pull her breasts closer, burying my face into her cleavage for a bit of up close and personal time. She continues to ride me. My lips graze over her nipple, and just as I capture one between my teeth and suck it into my mouth, her body freezes inplace.
Her cries of ecstasy make me realize that little miss sunshine is either really quick to get her jollies, or has had too much time to play with herself while she was giving me head. Either way, now that her core is pulsing and fluttering, it gives my dick a wicked massage. I’m enjoying it, but I’m getting restless sitting in this sofa. I give her a minute to catch her breath. As I wait, I run my hands down her legs that go on for miles, and wrap them around my waist. Pushing off the couch, I carry her toward my bedroom down the hall, absently hoping that my dress slacks will stay put around my hips even though my zipper is down, my waistband is unbuttoned, and my belt is somewhere in thelivingroom.
We don’t quite get there. I’m still buried deep inside of her, and at this standing angle, with her voice purring in my ear, I’m close to losing control. Pressing her up against the hallway wall, I pump my hips, driving into her tight, hot center like a man possessed. She’s working her hips too, rolling them around in tiny almost indiscernible movements that have me close to blowing my load. This may be a new time record, and I have to wonder whether she’s my fucking soulmate—in the bedroom atleast.
In a few more sharp thrusts, I take her mouth for a hot, rough, breathy, kiss as I empty inside of her, right there up againstthewall.
“What’s your name?” I ask when my breathingnormalizes.
I’m making sure I remember this time, and fuck, her number is getting a priority checkmark in myphone.
She pulls her head back so she can look me in the eye. “It’s Riley,” she says, stretching her legs downward to stand onherown.
