Hating the Cocky Jock by B. B. Hamel

Author:B. B. Hamel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: B. B. Hamel

9

Sean

Ten rolls around and I’m fucking nervous.

I can’t believe it. I don’t know why. I’m never nervous.

I know what she wants. There’s no question about it now. She wants me to fuck her tight little pussy until she screams.

I’m practically hard for the rest of the day after that call. Now I’m goddamn rock hard, just waiting for her to show up.

Ten passes, and I start to pace. I can barely control myself. My blood is practically boiling.

I want Brynn so fucking badly I can barely breathe.

Around ten-thirty, there’s a knock at my door. I hesitate, but I answer it.

And there she is. I almost didn’t expect her to show.

She cocks her head. “Let me inside,” she says.

I grin and stand back. She follows me in and I shut the door behind her.

“This is it,” I say.

She takes off her jacket and drops it on the back of the couch. She’s wearing this sheer top, lacey and black and tight against her skin. Her skirt is short and light pink, and I already know she’s not wearing any panties underneath it.

And of course she’s not wearing a bra.

I know what she’s here for. Part of me wants to talk to her, try and understand what the fuck she’s doing, what sort of game we’re playing.

But fuck it. If she wants this, she can have it.

My blood’s already boiling over as I walk up to her, grab her by the hair, and kiss her.

She’s here to get fucked. There’s nothing else to it. There’s no ambiguity. She doesn’t want to talk, doesn’t want to explain. She wants my cock deep between her legs.

And I’m happy to oblige.

I pull her over to the kitchen. I push her up against the island counter and pull her hair back, tilting her chin up. She grabs at my jeans, unbuckling the belt as I kiss her neck.

We don’t talk. She gets my jeans off with an urgency, and I’m so hard I could fucking rip through these boxer briefs right here if I moved wrong.

She grips my cock with both hands, working me over the fabric. I palm her breasts, kissing her lips again, tongue in her mouth.

“You want to get fucked tonight, Brynn?” I whisper in her ear, gripping her hair hard. “You want me to treat you like a little slut?”

“Please,” she whispers, eyes wide.

“Get on your knees then, little slut.”

She drops down, obeying. I pull off my boxer briefs, big cock in my hand. She stares at it, eyes wide, and I smirk.

“What did you expect?” I ask, stepping up to her. “Open your fucking mouth, little slut.”

She obeys, opening up. There’s a fire in her eyes, anger and desire mingling in a strange and incredible way.

She takes my cock in her mouth, lips wrapping around my shaft. I slide myself deep down her throat and she gags, but doesn’t pull back. She can’t take it all, not quite, and I move backwards.

She takes over, hands on my shaft, stroking me as she sucks.

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