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“Motherfucker…look at your pretty tits. Maybe you’re not such a good girl, after all, Mandy. They look like they were born to be sucked and spat on.” He closes his hands around them, kneading firmly. “They look like they were made to catch my come. Don’t they?”
My head spins. “I…I don’t know. I just like when you touch them.”
He hums low in his throat. “I want this filmed. That okay with you?” I’ve barely processed what he’s said when he dips his head and licks my left nipple, rakes his teeth across the swelling bud and then takes it into his mouth, sucking gently. “I want to remember everything. I want to be able to watch it a million times. Feel it all over again.”
I should say no.
I definitely should say no, right? But the idea of Bobby watching us touch each other on his phone is so exceedingly appealing, I find myself nodding, diving headlong into another passionate kiss. I’ve watched pornography a couple of times, mostly just to see what the fuss is about and these homemade moments are what make me feel most flustered. What inspire me to reach down and rub myself through my panties, even if I can never reach my full satisfaction.
Now, as Bobby looks me in the eye, takes out his phone and taps the screen a few times, I can see us as we’ll appear on the screen on his phone. Me, topless, my pleated skirt around my hips. Him, big and thick in jeans and his fire department T-shirt. We’re in an alley in the passenger side of his truck and the whole thing is so clandestine and desperate, I can only lose myself. Surrender to it and ask questions later.
“Good girl. Gorgeous girl,” he rumbles, propping his phone up against the driver’s side door, our images in fully display on the screen. “Forget it’s there and focus on me.”
I trust him. Maybe it’s crazy, but I do.
Our tongues entwine and champagne bottles pop in my head and my sex feels ticklish and light, too light, like it needs to be weighted down. Anchored. Filled. I ride the seam of my flesh up and down, up and down, on the stiff ridge of Bobby’s jeans. He lifts the back of my skirt and slaps my backside one, two, three times, angling his hips to give me the best access. And then he’s drawing off his fire department shirt—
And I had no idea I was such a sucker for tattoos and brawn.
I go absolutely wild, licking his colorful ink with my tongue, my fingers anxious on the button of his jeans. What am I going to do when I get his zipper down? I have no idea. No clue. I only know that I need intercourse. I need it so bad, the crotch of my panties is soaked and the untried muscles between my thighs are contracting, releasing, contracting.
“It’s okay, gorgeous, I know exactly what to do with this cock.”
If this man can read my mind so accurately, this moment has to be right.
We must be right. Nothing this perfect could be wrong.
Therefore, I don’t even flinch when he tears my panties off.
I just let the storm rage over me.
Bobby
Her hot little cunt wraps around me like a fucking glove.
And any remaining tether to my sanity snaps and drifts away from the moor.
Every muscle in my body is straining, my fist clenched around my dick as I guide it into virgin territory. We never really confirmed verbally that this was her first time, but the conversation wasn’t necessary. I knew it in the bar—and the fact that she’d never had sex was only made more obvious when she asked if sitting on my lap counted as making out.
My God, I’ll protect her with my life. Protect her sweetness, her bright personality and vulnerable heart, her beauty. I’ll guard all of her like my life depends on the survival of every perfect piece of her. I’ll be part of her. She’ll be part of me.
We won’t fucking breathe without each other.
That mental vow has my heart firing on all cylinders. I’m exploding out of my skin. I’m on goddamn fire and the only way to curb my destruction is to fuck her luscious mouth with my own. We can only get half of my cock into her narrow, little pussy, so I kiss her while we wait for it to unclench, to let me in. Because it will. It is going to fucking let me in.
Calm down.
I need to calm down. These thoughts in my head are obsessive. I’m going to suffocate her. I shouldn’t want to rope her to my bed and never set her free, right?
But then she looks me bravely in the eye and slides her knees open, her sweet backside slapping down onto my thighs, her tight cunt swallowing me whole—pop—and I dive over the edge into black water. Into some wild, untamed land that only exists because of her.
