get laid in the worst way. So he said, “Sure. What have you got?”
She turned around and gave him a wicked grin. “Well, if you promise not to tell your mom, I have beer and whiskey. Take your pick.”
He could just imagine that conversation. “Yeah, mom, I fucked your coworker and drank some beer with her too.” He grinned. He found it funny that she was more worried about his drinking than she was worried about having sex with her coworker’s son. Of course, he supposed, underage drinking was illegal. Having sex with him wasn’t. “Why the hell would I tell my mom?”
“I was hoping you’d say that, because I think me and you can have one hell of a party.” She opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. She opened another cabinet and set two glasses on the counter. “Would you grab a couple of ice cubes out of the freezer there?” He turned and opened the top door to the refrigerator, fetching out a handful of ice. When he reached her, she took his hand and held it over first one glass and tilted it and then the other, making sure she’d dropped all the ice in the glasses. Then she poured some whiskey over the ice. She handed one to him and kept one herself. It was merely a swallow. Brad took the glass and poured it down. No sense taking his time. Whiskey wasn’t one of his favorite flavors, so getting it down was good enough.
She smiled and raised her eyebrows, then followed suit , slamming the liquor down.
Brad had barely set his glass back on the counter before she mauled him. As he tried to get his bearings, his first thought was to wonder why girls—young women his age—had never attacked him like that, but the thought was gone as his entire body responded to her assault. He was hard in seconds, something he might have found amusing because Misti was aggressive to the extreme. He probably should have been scared.
It happened too fast for him to be afraid, though. She had his cock out of his pants in short order, and before he knew it, she had him sitting in one of the chairs in the kitchen and was ready to jump on him. “Hold on a sec. You got a condom?”
“I’m on the pill. I can’t get pregnant.”
He felt like a fucking idiot and was surprised there was any rational thought left in his head. Still, he said, “That’s not the only reason you use one.”
She rolled her eyes. “Do you have one?”
“I might.” He didn’t remember the last time he’d actually needed one, but he was sure he had a couple in there. He’d wanted to be prepared in case Leah decided she was ready. He felt a moment of sadness which steeled his resolve, and he lifted his right cheek to pull out his wallet. Yep. Pay dirt. He barely had it out when Misti snatched it out of his fingers and ripped the package open. She maneuvered it over his cock and then slid him inside her before he could even register what was happening. He couldn’t even remember her taking her jeans and panties off.
But, God, did she feel incredible. He knew he had to prolong climax as long as possible and he wasn’t sure how, because he hadn’t felt this good in a long time. His eyes were closed and he tried to focus on everything except the insane sensations below. He couldn’t even tell if she was close. She leaned back and stuck two fingers between them and started rubbing herself. In no time, she was crying out, clenching against his dick, and then he knew it was safe to let himself go.
It felt like his brains were flying out of his cock. He realized his fingers were pressed into her back as he got his bearings again. His breathing started to slow. She grinned and sat up , and it sent a shiver clear through to his balls. “Rest up, big fella, because I’m not done with you.”
He didn’t know if he should run out of there, afraid for his life, or get down on his knees and say a prayer of thanks.
But he
She turned around and gave him a wicked grin. “Well, if you promise not to tell your mom, I have beer and whiskey. Take your pick.”
He could just imagine that conversation. “Yeah, mom, I fucked your coworker and drank some beer with her too.” He grinned. He found it funny that she was more worried about his drinking than she was worried about having sex with her coworker’s son. Of course, he supposed, underage drinking was illegal. Having sex with him wasn’t. “Why the hell would I tell my mom?”
“I was hoping you’d say that, because I think me and you can have one hell of a party.” She opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. She opened another cabinet and set two glasses on the counter. “Would you grab a couple of ice cubes out of the freezer there?” He turned and opened the top door to the refrigerator, fetching out a handful of ice. When he reached her, she took his hand and held it over first one glass and tilted it and then the other, making sure she’d dropped all the ice in the glasses. Then she poured some whiskey over the ice. She handed one to him and kept one herself. It was merely a swallow. Brad took the glass and poured it down. No sense taking his time. Whiskey wasn’t one of his favorite flavors, so getting it down was good enough.
She smiled and raised her eyebrows, then followed suit , slamming the liquor down.
Brad had barely set his glass back on the counter before she mauled him. As he tried to get his bearings, his first thought was to wonder why girls—young women his age—had never attacked him like that, but the thought was gone as his entire body responded to her assault. He was hard in seconds, something he might have found amusing because Misti was aggressive to the extreme. He probably should have been scared.
It happened too fast for him to be afraid, though. She had his cock out of his pants in short order, and before he knew it, she had him sitting in one of the chairs in the kitchen and was ready to jump on him. “Hold on a sec. You got a condom?”
“I’m on the pill. I can’t get pregnant.”
He felt like a fucking idiot and was surprised there was any rational thought left in his head. Still, he said, “That’s not the only reason you use one.”
She rolled her eyes. “Do you have one?”
“I might.” He didn’t remember the last time he’d actually needed one, but he was sure he had a couple in there. He’d wanted to be prepared in case Leah decided she was ready. He felt a moment of sadness which steeled his resolve, and he lifted his right cheek to pull out his wallet. Yep. Pay dirt. He barely had it out when Misti snatched it out of his fingers and ripped the package open. She maneuvered it over his cock and then slid him inside her before he could even register what was happening. He couldn’t even remember her taking her jeans and panties off.
But, God, did she feel incredible. He knew he had to prolong climax as long as possible and he wasn’t sure how, because he hadn’t felt this good in a long time. His eyes were closed and he tried to focus on everything except the insane sensations below. He couldn’t even tell if she was close. She leaned back and stuck two fingers between them and started rubbing herself. In no time, she was crying out, clenching against his dick, and then he knew it was safe to let himself go.
It felt like his brains were flying out of his cock. He realized his fingers were pressed into her back as he got his bearings again. His breathing started to slow. She grinned and sat up , and it sent a shiver clear through to his balls. “Rest up, big fella, because I’m not done with you.”
He didn’t know if he should run out of there, afraid for his life, or get down on his knees and say a prayer of thanks.
But he
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