“It’s a good thing I have long legs,” she jokes, slightly out of breath, as I open the door and step aside to let her in.
I follow her inside and close the door behind us. She looks around, taking everything in. Not that there’s much to look at—just a bed, a couple nightstands, a closet, a dresser, and a TV mounted on the wall. There’s a full bathroom too. I could’ve had a bigger room to fit a desk or a sitting area, but I didn’t see the point. I don’t do anything up here other than sleep or fuck.
“Clothes off, Legs.”
She turns to look at me, and something flashes in her eyes, but it’s gone so fast I figure I must’ve imagined it. Then she grabs the hem of her T-shirt and pulls it up over her head, dropping it to the floor. Her shorts soon follow. I watch every move like a hawk, afraid if I blink, I’ll miss something.
Her eyes lock on mine as she reaches behind her back and unhooks her lacy pink bra, letting the material slide down her arms and drop to the floor. Sweet baby Jesus, her tits are as spectacular as the rest of her–large, firm, and the perfect target for my cum. The air between us thickens, heavy with anticipation. She hooks her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly eases them down until they fall and pool around the heels she’s still wearing.
She steps out of the pile of denim and lace at her feet and turns, showing me that perfect, biteable ass of hers—but also atattoo of a dandelion running up her spine. The head’s inked between her shoulder blades, with a few seeds floating across her shoulder. Twisted around the stem are the wordsAnywhere but here.
It looks so fucking real; I almost reach out and touch it. But then she bends at the waist, flashing me her bare pussy as she reaches down to unbuckle her shoe.
I groan, the tattoo forgotten. “Leave them on,” I say, my voice gruff even to my own ears. Damn this woman and the effect she has on me.
She stands back up, but before she can turn around, I move up behind her and wrap my hand around her throat, holding her in place as I lean down and bite her earlobe, just hard enough to make her shiver.
“I’ve done nothing but think about this all fucking day,” I admit.
She whimpers, pushing herself back against me.
“Now be a good girl and bend over, hands on the bed. Legs straight,” I order as I let her go.
I walk over to the nightstand and grab a couple of condoms from the drawer, then walk back over to her and stand between her legs.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I groan, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling my cock out. I’m too fucking eager to get inside her to waste time getting undressed.
She glances back at me, eyes dark. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” she says, her voice husky with need.
I rip open a condom and roll it down my cock, my eyes on the curve of her ass.
“Jesus, your ass is a thing of beauty,” I grumble, running my hands over her ass before squeezing it, drawing out a moan from her.
I slide my cock between her ass cheeks and drag it up and down until the condom’s slick with her arousal.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” I growl. “That pretty little pussy of yours wet thinking about having my cock inside you?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “God, yes.”
“You fuck any of my brothers yet?” I snarl and feel her tense as I grip the base of my cock and slide the tip inside her.
“No. I haven’t fucked anyone here.”
“Good.” I thrust inside her hard, making her scream. I don’t give her time to adjust, pissed at the thought of her taking my brothers inside her tight, wet heat.
Ain’t it fucking typical? The first woman I’ve considered more than a quick fuck with turns out to be a club bunny. Her literal job is quick fucks. And that pisses me off more than I care to admit.
I fuck her hard and fast, setting a punishing pace, but she doesn’t complain. She thrusts back into me, crying out when I hit a sensitive spot deep inside her.
Reaching around, I cup one of her tits, tugging and pinching her nipple until her pussy flutters around me.
“Fuck, I can’t hold on much longer. This pussy’s too fucking good,” I grit out.
“So come,” she pants. “I want you to.”
And who am I to turn down an invitation like that?
I slam into her once, twice, three times—and come hard, gripping her hips tight enough to leave bruises. I should care... but I don’t. Yeah, maybe it makes me a dick, but the thought of any brother that comes after me seeing my fingerprints on her skin while they fuck her makes me smile.
