Page 4 of The Surfer

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ONE YEAR LATER

COVE

The girlin my bed smiles at me before she places her red lips around my cock. I lean back against my soft pillow and gently shut my eyes, enjoying the feel of her plump lips around my shaft.

Oh, man, I can already tell this is gonna be good.

I like it when they smile, those girls I lure back to my bed. I like to see the enjoyment in their eyes before they suck me off in the comfort of my own bedroom.

And this particular girl has a great fucking smile. All dazzling and perfectly shaped.

Just like her ass.

Her smile is even better than what I remember of it in the nightclub last night. Back then, on the dancefloor, I was pretty much stoned out of my head to really register what she looked like or how nice her smile was in the darkness of the club, so it’s pretty relieving in the morning light to see that I’ve somehow managed to take a real looker back home and not just some random ugly chick. I’ve won the Russian roulette of pick-up.

Thank God, even stoned me can pick the good ones out.

That’s satisfying to know. I don’t mind if she - and her gorgeous ass - stays wrapped up around my cock now. Thank God she’s a looker, I’ve been saved from an awkward conversation with an ugly girl trying to get her to leave, a conversation I’ve had to have far too many times in the past for me to admit.

And now it’s morning, and I’m sober again, and this particular hot chick I’ve brought back from the club is going down on me in my very own bed the size of a small car. Very nice.

A girl pleasuring me in my own bed? What a beautiful way to wake up.

She gives off a small pleasurable moan as she manages to fit my whole ginormous cock into her inviting mouth. I reciprocate with one of my own moans. I like it when they smile, but I especially like it when they moan like the way she’s currently doing. What a turn-on.

Yeah, what a truly beautiful way to wake up.

I open my eyes to catch another glimpse of her while she’s preoccupied with teasing my cock. The first thing I notice is her long flowing red hair. I’m not usually a fan of redheads, but this girl is a definite looker. It doesn’t matter what color her hair is when she has those lips to die for and an hourglass body to match. Her hair shade can be anything she wants when she has a piece of ass like that. With that kinda ass, she’s my type of woman.

And with what I can now remember of last night’s antics in my bed, she’s a very naughty type of woman.

Yes, exactly my type.

I think her name’s Tessa. Or is it Toni? Taylor? Tegan? Something like that.

No. I’m sure it’s Tessa. Her name definitely begins with T, I’m sure of it. I’m sure she told me it’s Tessa back in the club last night when we met on the dancefloor drunk and stoned out of our minds.

And now Tessa’s doing something with her mouth that’s making me squirm in orgasmic delight.

God, she’s a natural.

From what I can feel, I think the trick has something to do with her tongue and how’s she’s pressing it down on my cock. Somehow she’s using it to coax this enthusiastic reaction from me. I didn’t really care what she’s doing, whatever it is I hope she continues. I hope she doesn’t stop. I know I’m on the edge of climaxing any minute now.

Fucking yes.

This is definitely the perfect way to wake up.

My hands reach down and grab a handful of her silky red hair. She moans again and I feel my cock twitch in her mouth in response. Fuck me, she’s so good. I tug at her hair, rhythmically moving her head and, by extension, her mouth over my erect cock just the way I like it.

I like being in control.

She moans again. Fuck.

That’s it. I can’t take it anymore. This is it.

“I’m gonna cum,” I breathlessly whisper. It’s more a grunt than an actual articulated sentence.