place that cost twenty bucks a night. But she walked inside as if it were the Ritz, admiring the four small walls and complimenting Miles on how nice he’d kept it.
“I like it,” she concluded, hands on hips. Even in the small room she looked tiny, like an exquisite doll.
“I’m glad you like it,” Miles nodded at her. His heart was already racing, wondering how long it would be before he had her naked on the bed with her legs spread. He got a semi just thinking about it.
Brea swiftly gave him his answers. She sexily maneuvered herself towards him, unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing as she moved.
“What if I want to talk first?” Miles teased.
“Do you?” Brea cocked her head to one side, a smile pulling on her soft lips.
“No,” Miles growled the word as he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. Her tongue slid against his and desire within him grew, not to mention his cock. As she shed her clothes she went on to hastily removed his jeans and t-shirt. It was the first time they had both been completely naked together. Now all of his scars were on display but Brea didn’t mention them. Instead she turned around and crawled up on to the bed, curving her back and raising her ass in the air. Miles inhaled and clenched his hands in to fists. She was so sexy he thought he might explode there and then.
Fully on the bed on all fours Brea glanced back at him, her hair tumbling in to her eyes.
“What are you waiting for?”
Miles quickly joined her on the bed, positioning himself behind her. He ran his hands over the perfect roundness of her ass. They were so soft and perky. She gasped when he touched her, already aroused. Slowly he reached for the warmth between her legs, pressing his thumb against her clit. Brea groaned and he could feel her slick wetness against him, making him even harder, which at this point, he didn’t think was possible but she did this to him.
“Fuck me,” Brea ordered breathlessly.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” Miles ordered as a finger teasingly slid up inside her. She was so wet and tight. Just perfect. He bit down on his lip to stop himself crying out at the thought of it.
“I NEED you inside me,” Brea panted. “I want you to fuck me hard, my bad boy.”
Miles withdrew his hand and frowned. For only a second it aggrieved him to be her bad boy. He wanted to be more. But then this was the part he’d been groomed to play. He was the bad boy with the tattoos and the cocky attitude. He rode in to town on a motorcycle with a cloud of dust and would soon disappear the same way. If Brea yearned for a bad boy then that was what she was going to get.
“Fuck me,” Brea pleaded.
Miles gripped her hips and guided himself up into her. He groaned as his dick became enveloped in her moist warmth. He began to push back and forth, his eyes roaming over her perfect curves. Twice he smacked her perfect ass, loving how when he did, she became even wetter and gasped with delight.
“That’s it,” Brea cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
Miles entered her completely, almost climaxing as he did. She felt so fucking tight. He fucked her hard, giving into his own desires. She groaned and cried out beneath him and after a few minutes, shuddered as she came. Miles tightened his grip on her and cried out in delight, the sound escaping from him as he leaned back and filled the condom he’d hastily put on.
Panting, they breathlessly collapsed side by side on the bed. Miles could hear the drum beat of his own heart. Usually this was the point he’d made his excuses and ask her to leave. But all he wanted to do was lie beside Brea until he fell asleep. So that’s exactly what he did.
Chapter 20
“So what’s this?” Miles gestured up towards the dotted map of America. Brea leaned contentedly against his chest. They were on the floor of her apartment, naked, except for the blanket which was now
“I like it,” she concluded, hands on hips. Even in the small room she looked tiny, like an exquisite doll.
“I’m glad you like it,” Miles nodded at her. His heart was already racing, wondering how long it would be before he had her naked on the bed with her legs spread. He got a semi just thinking about it.
Brea swiftly gave him his answers. She sexily maneuvered herself towards him, unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing as she moved.
“What if I want to talk first?” Miles teased.
“Do you?” Brea cocked her head to one side, a smile pulling on her soft lips.
“No,” Miles growled the word as he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. Her tongue slid against his and desire within him grew, not to mention his cock. As she shed her clothes she went on to hastily removed his jeans and t-shirt. It was the first time they had both been completely naked together. Now all of his scars were on display but Brea didn’t mention them. Instead she turned around and crawled up on to the bed, curving her back and raising her ass in the air. Miles inhaled and clenched his hands in to fists. She was so sexy he thought he might explode there and then.
Fully on the bed on all fours Brea glanced back at him, her hair tumbling in to her eyes.
“What are you waiting for?”
Miles quickly joined her on the bed, positioning himself behind her. He ran his hands over the perfect roundness of her ass. They were so soft and perky. She gasped when he touched her, already aroused. Slowly he reached for the warmth between her legs, pressing his thumb against her clit. Brea groaned and he could feel her slick wetness against him, making him even harder, which at this point, he didn’t think was possible but she did this to him.
“Fuck me,” Brea ordered breathlessly.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” Miles ordered as a finger teasingly slid up inside her. She was so wet and tight. Just perfect. He bit down on his lip to stop himself crying out at the thought of it.
“I NEED you inside me,” Brea panted. “I want you to fuck me hard, my bad boy.”
Miles withdrew his hand and frowned. For only a second it aggrieved him to be her bad boy. He wanted to be more. But then this was the part he’d been groomed to play. He was the bad boy with the tattoos and the cocky attitude. He rode in to town on a motorcycle with a cloud of dust and would soon disappear the same way. If Brea yearned for a bad boy then that was what she was going to get.
“Fuck me,” Brea pleaded.
Miles gripped her hips and guided himself up into her. He groaned as his dick became enveloped in her moist warmth. He began to push back and forth, his eyes roaming over her perfect curves. Twice he smacked her perfect ass, loving how when he did, she became even wetter and gasped with delight.
“That’s it,” Brea cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
Miles entered her completely, almost climaxing as he did. She felt so fucking tight. He fucked her hard, giving into his own desires. She groaned and cried out beneath him and after a few minutes, shuddered as she came. Miles tightened his grip on her and cried out in delight, the sound escaping from him as he leaned back and filled the condom he’d hastily put on.
Panting, they breathlessly collapsed side by side on the bed. Miles could hear the drum beat of his own heart. Usually this was the point he’d made his excuses and ask her to leave. But all he wanted to do was lie beside Brea until he fell asleep. So that’s exactly what he did.
Chapter 20
“So what’s this?” Miles gestured up towards the dotted map of America. Brea leaned contentedly against his chest. They were on the floor of her apartment, naked, except for the blanket which was now
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