yelped at the unexpected
roughness. She was the perfect height for me to fuck standing up. The perfect
woman for me, period.
I grabbed a bunch of her long blonde hair and pulled just
rough enough to make her feel it. “You want it rough? Like this?”
“Yeah. Yes,” she hissed.
I grabbed her ass with one hand as I glided into her in one
slick movement.
“You love it rough, don’t you? Because you’re a dirty girl.”
She moaned as I plunged deeper into her.
“Say it. Tell me how you’re dirty.”
“I am, Angelo. Yes. Dirty, bad,” she said in between
thrusts.
“That’s right. You’re a bad girl. You know just how to get
under my skin.” I reached around to touch her pussy and then found her sweet
little clit.
She moaned louder this time. “Yes. Right there.”
“And I know just how to get under yours.”
“Oh God, yes, Angelo. You know exactly what I need.”
I grabbed her hips as I drove into her. She pushed back
against me harder each time. I wasn’t sure how we maintained balance.
Before long, she shouted, “Yes, I’m right there!” And then
she exploded around me.
I covered her mouth because she was being so loud. Even
though we thought we were alone here in the wilderness, you never knew what
could be lurking nearby.
She bit my finger as she came. Feeling her teeth upon my
finger while feeling her wetness flow and her muscles tighten around my dick
sent me over the edge. I pumped into her twice more as deeply as I could and
then let go.
Chapter Four
Nico
“What’s up with you, man? You’re not yourself lately.”
I’d been working on a software program and must have spaced
out when my coworker Mike snapped me back to the here and now. Mike and I
shared an office at work. Even though we spent so much time together, as he
also took on the persona of our guitarist Chee Keydood in Velvet Cocks, we got
along fine. More like brothers, actually, since we gave each other crap all day
long. I turned in my swivel chair to face Mike. His wavy brown hair was mussed
up as usual and he was wearing his standard jeans and button-up plaid shirt,
vastly different from his stage outfits, which could range from the
stereotypical rock-guitarist leather pants to more eccentric ones of a leather
tunic, plates of armor, and big boots. He was squeezing one of the many stress
balls that he picked up at the tech conferences we went to. Mike was the only
person I knew who actually used these tchotchkes, so coworkers often gave him
theirs and he ended up amassing a large collection of colorful, yet somewhat
useless, items.
What was it about our field? Weird collections amassed on
people’s desks, from Pez dispensers to Rubik’s Cubes and other intellectual
puzzles, to outdated technology gadgets or stacks of magazines that will never
be read.
“Nothing,” I answered Mike. “Just thinking about this
program.”
I had been thinking about Lily—again. Her eyes and her sexy
pout were imprinted on my brain. What I would do if I could touch those lips,
kiss them. Whenever I thought she was interested and we flirted, something
would set her off and she’d act distant. Aloof. If she was any other woman, I’d
be sick of the mind game already. With her, the mystery increased my interest.
What was it about her?
“Come on, Nico.” Mike leaned back on his swivel chair and put
down the purple stress ball he’d been squeezing. “We’ve known each other for
long enough that I know what’s really on your mind.”
“Oh really. And what’s that?” I said, while turning to
pretend to be focused on the problem on my monitor.
“A girl.”
“Oh come on,” I said, swiveling to face him again. “You
think because I’m spaced out for a moment, I’m thinking about some woman?”
“No, it’s gotta be more than that. More than just getting
laid. You wouldn’t look so intense about just any chick. You must really like
her.”
“How can I like her? I don’t even know her.”
“Ha, busted!” he
roughness. She was the perfect height for me to fuck standing up. The perfect
woman for me, period.
I grabbed a bunch of her long blonde hair and pulled just
rough enough to make her feel it. “You want it rough? Like this?”
“Yeah. Yes,” she hissed.
I grabbed her ass with one hand as I glided into her in one
slick movement.
“You love it rough, don’t you? Because you’re a dirty girl.”
She moaned as I plunged deeper into her.
“Say it. Tell me how you’re dirty.”
“I am, Angelo. Yes. Dirty, bad,” she said in between
thrusts.
“That’s right. You’re a bad girl. You know just how to get
under my skin.” I reached around to touch her pussy and then found her sweet
little clit.
She moaned louder this time. “Yes. Right there.”
“And I know just how to get under yours.”
“Oh God, yes, Angelo. You know exactly what I need.”
I grabbed her hips as I drove into her. She pushed back
against me harder each time. I wasn’t sure how we maintained balance.
Before long, she shouted, “Yes, I’m right there!” And then
she exploded around me.
I covered her mouth because she was being so loud. Even
though we thought we were alone here in the wilderness, you never knew what
could be lurking nearby.
She bit my finger as she came. Feeling her teeth upon my
finger while feeling her wetness flow and her muscles tighten around my dick
sent me over the edge. I pumped into her twice more as deeply as I could and
then let go.
Chapter Four
Nico
“What’s up with you, man? You’re not yourself lately.”
I’d been working on a software program and must have spaced
out when my coworker Mike snapped me back to the here and now. Mike and I
shared an office at work. Even though we spent so much time together, as he
also took on the persona of our guitarist Chee Keydood in Velvet Cocks, we got
along fine. More like brothers, actually, since we gave each other crap all day
long. I turned in my swivel chair to face Mike. His wavy brown hair was mussed
up as usual and he was wearing his standard jeans and button-up plaid shirt,
vastly different from his stage outfits, which could range from the
stereotypical rock-guitarist leather pants to more eccentric ones of a leather
tunic, plates of armor, and big boots. He was squeezing one of the many stress
balls that he picked up at the tech conferences we went to. Mike was the only
person I knew who actually used these tchotchkes, so coworkers often gave him
theirs and he ended up amassing a large collection of colorful, yet somewhat
useless, items.
What was it about our field? Weird collections amassed on
people’s desks, from Pez dispensers to Rubik’s Cubes and other intellectual
puzzles, to outdated technology gadgets or stacks of magazines that will never
be read.
“Nothing,” I answered Mike. “Just thinking about this
program.”
I had been thinking about Lily—again. Her eyes and her sexy
pout were imprinted on my brain. What I would do if I could touch those lips,
kiss them. Whenever I thought she was interested and we flirted, something
would set her off and she’d act distant. Aloof. If she was any other woman, I’d
be sick of the mind game already. With her, the mystery increased my interest.
What was it about her?
“Come on, Nico.” Mike leaned back on his swivel chair and put
down the purple stress ball he’d been squeezing. “We’ve known each other for
long enough that I know what’s really on your mind.”
“Oh really. And what’s that?” I said, while turning to
pretend to be focused on the problem on my monitor.
“A girl.”
“Oh come on,” I said, swiveling to face him again. “You
think because I’m spaced out for a moment, I’m thinking about some woman?”
“No, it’s gotta be more than that. More than just getting
laid. You wouldn’t look so intense about just any chick. You must really like
her.”
“How can I like her? I don’t even know her.”
“Ha, busted!” he
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