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Obsession (A Bad Boy's Secret Baby)(36)



Her bare knees dropped to the filthy, wet floor. I didn't know if it was just the drugs, but this girl was wild. She took the full length of my stiff shaft into her mouth. If she hadn't, with the way she was teasing me, I'd probably have rammed it down her throat myself.

I love blow jobs. Stupidly obvious, of course, but it was something about the tongue creating slick suction, tickling the tip of the head. A girl good with her tongue could make me fucking melt, and Tash certainly knew her way around a cock.

I ripped myself out of her mouth. Any longer and she'd have milked me like a cow. Every fuck is unique, I didn't want to come until I at least tried out the rest of her.

I grabbed her by her halter top and dragged her back to her feet. “Aren't you worried?” she asked deviously, loving the danger of where we were.

Popping open the remaining buttons on her shirt, I jerked her bra downwards. “About what?” I asked, burying my face into her small breasts, sucking and nibbling. She moaned when my other hand grabbed her roughly. My fingertips found their way across her puffy nipple and pinched, pulling it away from her. I freed a condom from my back pocket and placed it in her hand. “Put this on.”

“For real?” she asked, biting the edge of the package and tearing the side off in one motion. My eyebrows told her I was serious. She spat the packaging on the floor, then clarified. “No, not about the condom. I mean, there's a bar full of angry bikers out there and you're in their bathroom fucking their Pres's old lady. And that's after you fucked them out of a bunch of money. I've seen them do much worse for far less.”

Tash pulled at the slippery latex enough to pinch the end, then unrolled it down my shaft. When it was firmly on she squeezed my cock, roughly pulling it against her with a smile.

I pushed my hand into her thong, then slipped two fingers into the soft folds of her smooth, wet pussy. I looked into her widening eyes. With feigned concern I asked her, “Have you now?”

Tash moaned, letting her head fall on my chest for stability. I slowed my curling fingers just enough to make her body rock slightly. When the subtle rocking turned into bucking, I pulled out and rubbed the nub of her clit.

“How can you be so calm?” She cooed the words out between breathy moans. I rubbed her pussy until I could feel that she was close, then I abruptly stopped. Tash immediately started to protest, but with a quick spin and push, I had her bent over the cistern. She had to throw her hands up to keep from face planting into the wall.

Cock in hand, I rubbed the tip along her inner thighs, threatening to plunge in at any second. Her legs quivered when my thumbs peeled her ass cheeks back. She whined and pushed her hips into me but I held her unmercifully still.

The lights above us flickered; there was a continuous, low pitched ambient hum that echoed off the walls and the whole room reeked, but it didn't matter. Staring down the barrel of certain death and not blinking, two-grand in my pocket and the radiating heat of tight pussy hovering over my cock... In this moment, I was more alive than most people would ever experience in their entire life.

This was my win, my happy ending, the reason I got up in the morning.

I savored every second I could.

My body throbbed for her warm, wet decadence. I pushed into her, that first glorious thrust, goddamn... her pussy, slick and eager, was the closest to heaven I'd ever get.

“Yeah, yeah!” she cried out.

Once I started, I couldn't get enough. From the second her knees hit that filthy tile, I knew that Tash liked it dirty. Bashful is about the only damn thing I've never been called. I fucked that girl so hard and fast that she had to hug the porcelain just to hang on.

“Fuck!” Tash ripped the tank cover off its cradle. The sheet of porcelain toppled and smashed, sending debris sprawling. She rattled out commands almost incoherently. “More! Harder! Don't Stop!”

I slapped her ass in rapid succession, I could care less what she was saying. Tash's cunt crushed my cock as her hips twisted and pumped against me. This girl was a fucking hurricane and I loved it.

Her muffled wailing melted into a series of grunts. I must have pushed in on every part of her. She began rotating her hips with my thrusts, craving more. Tash grabbed at herself and thrummed wildly. Her lower back vibrated as she came, an explosion that rocked her body.

I was on her heels, the pressure of her warm spasms too much to handle. I hunched over her, filling the condom as I twitched. I wondered if the aftershocks would ever stop.

Sighing, I pulled out and leaned against the wall; my defiant cock stood triumphantly erect. Tash crumbled, half sitting, half lying on the shut toilet seat. This girl did not give the remotest of fucks, she was all about what felt good in the moment and that was all. I envied her in that regard.