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“You from around here?” I ask, lifting my next shot up gratefully before necking it in one motion.
She shakes her head as she sustains the burn from her own gulp of liquor. “Just passing through,” she answers with a slight gasp.
“Business or pleasure?” I query. Usually, I’m not one for small talk, but I’m curious about this one.
“Business…” Her eyes roam over me as if I’m the entry in a cattle show, and she’s the fuckin’ judge, “…Though, I can’t rule out the possibility of some pleasure too.” Be damned if that doesn’t make my dick grow an extra fuckin’ inch. This girl knows how to play a guy, and I’m happy to roll on my back and play dumb if it’ll get me into those jeans.
“That’s what I figured.” I keep the grin on my face as I nod slowly back at her, and I can see it’s got her thrown when she draws her eyebrows together.
“Care to enlighten me?”
“Well, I’m guessing you're one of those high society chicks. The daddy's rich and mama’s good looking type,” I analyze. “You’re looking to score a good time with someone who ain’t gonna treat you like a lady.”
“Ya got me,” she holds up both her hands and sarcastically bats her lashes at me. “And now it's my turn…” She shifts a little closer, her scent filling my nostrils and consuming me a little more. “I suspect you’re a drifter. You like the road, I’ll bet that forty-eight parked out front belongs to you.” She looks pleased with herself when my expression gives away that she’s on to something. “You're a successful womanizer, can charm the colors out of the rainbow with just a wink and a smile. You like to dominate, to own a woman while you fuck her. But tonight, you're looking for something a little different.” I swallow down my shock and try not to give her any more of a reaction.
“So what brings you into a bar in the ass-end of nowhere on a Tuesday evening, business or pleasure?” she throws the question right back at me.
“Hell if I know, darlin’, but I got a good guess on what’s gonna be dragging me out of it.” I fight fire with fire and hope she’s lookin’ to get burned. And fire is exactly what she throws back as she tips her head to one side, her response knocking the fucking shit out of me.
“No need for draggin’, darlin’,” she mocks me, leaning in so her lips almost touch my ear. “‘Cause you’re gonna follow.”
Leaving a ten-dollar bill on the bar, she slides off her stool and heads for the door. I hang back, waiting for just a tiny sign of weakness, a glance over her shoulder to check if I’m behind her, or a linger by the door, but it doesn’t come. When the bar door lets in a blast of cool air and she steps outside into the parking lot without so much as a steady in her pace, I curse myself under my breath before downing the last of my glass, slamming it hard onto the bar and dragging my own ass to follow her out into the night.
She strides so confidently toward the motel opposite, leaving her door wide open when she steps inside her room. I feel the smirk grow wider on my face. Bitch knows what she wants, she’s feisty, and I fuckin’ love it. My heavy boots make the rickety wooden porch bow as I step up, and I take a deep breath and rub my hands together to warm them before following her inside.
“What’s your name, darlin’?” I ask, slamming the door closed behind me. Without giving her a chance to answer, I curl my arm under that ass, lift her up, and press her back against the wall.
“I don’t think names are necessary, do you?” She reaches between us and fumbles with my belt, tearing the leather from the buckle before delving her hand inside my jeans and taking a firm grip of my cock.
Her mouth finds my neck, and she sinks her teeth in, sending a bolt of electricity through my spine.
“Jesus Christ,” I growl, driving her deeper into the flimsy motel wall. There ain't a chance I’m waiting to be inside this one. Gripping her ass in both my hands, I move us away from the wall and launch her on the bed. She looks like a tigress ready to pounce back at me as I tug my T-shirt up over my head and toss it at the worn tatty armchair in the corner. Horny little minx is already out of them tight jeans, her finger drawing circles over the lace of her panties while she looks up at me seductively. I reach into my back pocket and I toss the envelope of money onto the floor, then dig a little deeper for a rubber. Pushing down my jeans, I rip the wrapper open with my teeth and roll it over my long, hard shaft.
I move forward, taking both her ankles and dragging her back down the mattress. She mewls like a fucking kitten when I bite down on my bottom lip and smack my palm over her lace-covered pussy. She’s soaked right through them, and I can practically hear her pussy begging for the pounding I’m gonna give it.
I take a grip of the flimsy fabric in both my hands and listen to her cry of frustration when I tear it apart to get access. Then, I get straight to work, wrapping both her thighs up in my arms and tugging her closer. My tip lines itself up with her entrance and, just as I’m about to slam balls deep inside her, she takes the weight off my knees, her thighs crushing around me and flipping me, so I’m the one with my back against the mattress. Her palms splay out over my chest like she’s about to resuscitate me or some shit, and my eyes roll back in my head as she eases her warm, soaked pussy over my dick.
Her nails bite into my skin, and I can't be sure if it's blood or sweat that I feel trickling because I can’t take my eyes off hers. Emerald green, and cutting into my thoughts like she has some kind of mind control power, and she looks too beautiful riding me like a fucking goddess for me to care.
Her long brown hair hangs over her shoulder, and a look of pure determination scorns her face as she takes what she needs from me. I glide my hands up her thighs and grab a hold of her hips, trying to control her thrusts, but this woman moves to her own beat, and hell if I mind her beating it the fuck out of me.
I give up trying to take back any control, pushing my hands higher up her body to clutch her perfect round tits with my fingers. They fit in my palm like they were fucking made for me, and when I roll her nipple between my finger and thumb, she throws her head back and moans. Her pussy clamps me tighter, and the hard thrusts she’s making against my hips become faster and less controlled.
“You gonna make me come?” she asks, as if that’s even a fuckin’ question, taking a fistful of my hair and pulling my mouth up to the tit I’m fisting.
I actually growl at the prissy little bitch, before I take her to my mouth and suck the fucking pink out of her nipple. My arms wrap around her body, and I keep my palms flat to her back. My cock’s so deep inside her that I feel every clench and throb she makes for me.
I lick, I suck, and I sink my teeth into her skin until she screams and her body tenses.
Am I gonna make you come? Take that, princess.
She stills with my cock all the way to the hilt inside her, constricting the fuck out of it as she soaks me to the balls, and when she gives me a seductive smile that tells me I’ve given her what she came here for tonight, it triggers my own release out of nowhere. I fill the rubber I’m wearing as it sits deep in her sweet, warm cunt, and we both catch our breath.
“I really needed that,” she sighs, shoving me hard in the shoulder so I fall back onto the mattress.
Light pours through the cheap motel curtains and rouses me from my sleep. When I stretch out my arm and yawn, I ache like I’m bruised; I don’t remember getting in a fight.
“Mornin’, sleepyhead,” a female voice chirps, and when I fully open my eyes, there's no one there. The voice comes from the bathroom, and I quickly start thinking up what excuse I’m gonna use to leave. I never stick around after a fuck; that's how bitches get the wrong idea. It’s much better to get your kicks and then kick out. I must have been pretty hammered last night to have fallen asleep.
