And I can’t help noticing how she’s so different from any of the trust-fund girls I’ve dated. Unlike them, she’s strong, apparently like her mother, but is she strong enough to hang on while I’m gone? I guess we’ll find out.
CHAPTER 30
Maddie
Girls just wanna have fun.
Cyndi Lauper’s iconic song plays in my head as we drive through town. Maybe because my head is filled with dirty, naughty thoughts about the man sitting next to me in this big truck. I can’t help it, I’m picturing him with one hand on the steering wheel with his pants down and his giant cock out ready for me to blow him right here, right now. Yep, this girl just wants to have fun.
I didn’t bother letting my brothers know I won’t be home tonight. They’re big boys. They can figure it out.
Riggs and I check into the only hotel in town. We all call it a hotel, but it’s a single-floor motel with minimal accommodations, a far cry from the luxury suite back in Vegas. There are nicer hotels thirty minutes outside of town. That’s where most tourists stay during Sweetbriar’s popular festivals, but this is more convenient, and besides, I think it has character.
I’ve known the owners, Mr. and Mrs. Draper, my whole life and they didn’t bat an eye when I came in and asked for a room with a guy they’d never seen before. I think they’re used to this sort of thing. Probably because their motel is completely full on prom night every year.When you’re in the hospitality business, you don’t judge.
We picked up a case of beer on the way here. While Riggs hits the bathroom, I pop the cap off a bottle, then put the rest in the small fridge. Before he comes out, I strip down to my bra and panties, turn one of the single chairs around to face the bathroom door, and take a seat with my legs spread wide. I time it just right, bringing the beer to my lips and shoving the neck all the way to the back of my throat when he opens the door.
“Christ, woman!”
I pull the bottle out and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “Do me a favor and lose the pants.”
The belt flies off, and the pants are two seconds behind it. His cock is like a python uncoiling in those sexy, tight jockey shorts. The mere sight of him like this in his little-boy eagerness already has me so wet, I can’t wait to get started.
I drop out of the chair to my knees and crawl on all fours to him watching the bulge in his underwear grow. “Lose the shirt, handsome.”
I think I hear the fabric tear a little as he yanks it off so fast, and I almost giggle. He’s really excited about this. I love that.
I reach into the top of his shorts and pull his still-growing cock out. It feels so good in my hand, warm and throbbing. Then I grab the elastic band and pull his underwear down to his ankles and he steps out of them.
I look up into his eyes as I take hold of the shaft. My hands are dry, so I’m gentle, softly rubbing up and down, then cupping his balls. He lets out a moan. “Are you sure?” he asks.
I don’t stop. I’m playing with his balls and watching histhighs go tense. Yeah, you like that, don’t you? But I stop moving my hand and ask, “Is there a problem?”
“No problem. It’s just… you know, what about you?”
I let go of his dick and reach around to grab his ass with both hands. Damn, it feels good. “Tonight is all about you. Besides, this is what I want. You can make it up to me later.” I squeeze his ass cheeks hard, digging my fingernails into them a little. “And you will make it up to me, right?”
“You bet your sweet tits I will!”
“Good. Now relax and enjoy the show.”
I start at the base and lick all the way to the tip, leaving behind a dripping trail of lubricant and he lets out a growl.
I put both hands on the shaft and squeeze just tight enough to hear another groan as I lick around the tip in circles. He’s already throbbing.
I lick up and down the shaft to get it nice and wet, then put the whole crown into my mouth. With my hands wrapped tightly around the shaft, I take him in deeper, then pull back, my hands following my lips. His abs flex as he moans and I pull him in deeper, sucking his cock to the back of my throat. He’s reached full hardness in my mouth, and he’s huge.
I pull back and make a twisting motion with my hands, then linger at the tip, sucking it hard before pulling him in again. His hips come forward, pressing his cock to the back of my throat. He’s mouth-fucking me, and I’m so wet I know he’ll either have to finger-fuck me to an orgasm later, or the vibrator is coming out of the suitcase.
I pick up the pace with swirling hand motions each time I pull back, followed by a quick thrust to the back of my throat, over and over. He can’t stop moaning as he gripsfistfuls of my hair, and I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet. Back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster. He’s groaning, flexing, and moaning as he pistons in and out, face-fucking me, and I reach back, undo my bra and let it fall to the floor so he can see my tits.
“God, woman, I can’t…”
I’m ready. I want his come. I want to feel the hot ejaculation down my throat. I want him to call out my name. I press the tip against the inside of my cheek with each gagging stroke. That does it. His ass muscles clench tight. He’s trying to hold it in. I speed up, in and out. God, I want this!
“Maddie!” he groans as the explosion comes into my mouth and down my throat. I pull all of him in and start swallowing. Another explosion of hot come, followed by another and I swallow each time.
“Maddie! Oh God!”
