Page 121 of Blue Collar Babes

“Hey! I forgot to pack my rubber ducky,” she sings out.

I’m laughing as I lower her to her feet and finish undressing. When I’m finally naked, I turn and Emily’s eyes pop when she gets the full frontal. My dick grows even harder when she gulps and asks if it will fit.

I pull her to me and close my eyes. I’ve missed the feel of skin on skin. My arms wrap around her back, while hers settle around my waist. I lower my chin until it rests against the top of her head. It feels intimate and comfortable. Maybe a little too comfortable. And definitely too intimate. I let go and remind myself that this is just one and done. I made it clear to her I’m here to get off and go. Yet it’s seeming more and more like I’m the one who didn’t get the message.

We step into the shower. Emily wets her hair and her body, and then drops to her knees. She is literally my wet dream in the flesh. She rubs that tiny bar of motel soap between her hands, working up a lather, and then hands it off to me before running her soapy hands over my dick and balls. Back and forth she strokes me, twisting with the perfect amount of pressure when she reaches the end of my dick, and then sliding her hand back again. One hand works my dick while the other focuses on my balls. Gently but firmly she cups them, tugging and squeezing and sending sparks of electricity up my spine, staying on the side of pleasure and not pain.

I rinse all traces of soap off my cock, hoping she’ll take that as a sign to get up close and personal. She does. Her hot little tongue glides over the swollen head of my dick while one of her hands continues to play with my balls. Her tongue lavishes attention on the underside of my dick before she opens her mouth and slides it inside. When I hit the back of her throat, my knees threaten to give out.

“Holy fucking hell.” I’m moaning, panting. My body vibrates. I grab the safety bar and hang on for dear life. This girl.Holy fuck. If she doesn’t stop, I’m going to blow my load.

I bury my hand in her wet, red strands. “Stop,” I say, not wanting her to stop. “Stop.”

Big green eyes look up at me, and she pulls off my cock with a wet pop. The visual alone is enough to make me come. “Is something wrong?”

“Hardly.” I lift her to her feet and have her up against the cheap tile wall in one swoop. Her legs wrap around my waist as I sink into her tight, wet heat.

“Fuck,” I groan. I’ve died and gone to heaven.

She wiggles in my arms, settling deeper onto my cock, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stay upright if she keeps moving. I hold her close, wrapped tightly in my arms, and lower my head to take her mouth. Our bodies are still, but our tongues are not. My heart is beating hard enough to bruise a rib. My cock twitches as if to remind me where he is. As if I could forget.

I break away from her mouth and press my forehead to hers. “Damn it,” I growl.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, as I attempt to lower her back to her feet. She clings onto me like a second skin.

“I need a condom.” I mutter. There’s one in my wallet. We’re just getting started, and already I wish I had a sleeve of them.

“It’s okay.” She kisses my chin. “I’m on the pill. And you’re already inside me.” She kisses my jaw. “I trust you.”

There’s painful movement in my chest that I assume is related to my heart and emotions, but I ignore it. Instead, I pull back. “Why? You don’t know me.” I have a sickening thought. This girl may look like the picture of innocence, but her oral skills are top-notch. “How do I know I can trust you?”

“You don’t,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders. “You just have to believe me.”

Despite the precariousness of this conversation, my dick could pound nails. Clearly, he’s not worried. As I consider the consequences of going bare, her pussy clamps around me, and again, I’m afraid my knees might give out.

Fuck it.If she’s lying, it’s only a course of antibiotics, right?

“Hang on,” I demand. Her arms tighten around me as I step out of the tub and carry her into the bedroom. If I were a decent guy, I’d grab some towels and dry us off, but I’m afraid if I try to disengage from her right now, my dick might revolt and stay with her.

“We’re going to get your bed wet,” I warn before lowering her onto the mattress.

“I don’t care, Jack,” she says, her voice breathy enough to make my cock twitch, reminding me he’s ready to get down to business. “Just give me tonight.”

So I do. The whole. Fucking. Night.

FOUR

JACK

I wake before my phone alerts me it’s time to rise. Despite less than three hours’ sleep, I’m rested and whole. It’s an unfamiliar feeling. As is the soft, creamy skin of the redhead whose legs are entwined with mine, her head resting on my chest.

Gray light spills from around the drawn curtains. I can’t feel my arm, but I don’t care. If things were different, I’d wake her and fuck her back into oblivion. Then I’d take her to breakfast and concentrate on getting to know her.

But they’re not. And it doesn’t matter what my heart thinks it wants. It’ll pass.

Gently, I roll Emily off my chest and onto her side. She mumbles something unintelligible and wraps her arm around her pillow. I wait until her breath evens out and she’s fallen back to sleep. I slip out of bed, grab my clothes, and step into the bathroom. I’m careful not to make a sound as I close the door and flick on the light.

The bastard in the mirror glares at me.

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