Kennedy and I crash into my room with our lips locked. It’s the middle of the night, and we’ve been partying for hours.
First, I had to watch this crazy bitch prance around all afternoon in a gold bikini that leftnothingto the imagination. A freakin’ gold bikini.Star Warskick-started that fantasy for every man in America. Any man is lying if he says he hasn’t dreamed about fucking a sexy woman in a gold bikini. I hated myself for the fact that my dick was hard all day watching her walk around the pool like she owned the place.
When it came time for our evening activities, she strutted into the lobby in a teeny tiny red dress I couldn’t take my eyes off of. It looked like she was seconds away from having a lip slip. Yep, those lips.
We’ve all had a lot to drink. The last few hours are spotty for me. I’m not sure I remember everything that’s gone on, and I truly hate this woman, but the urge to fuck her is stronger than anything else right now. Judging by her hands roaming all over my body, she seems to be feeling the same.
I’m in the process of enjoying the taste of the pink vodka drink on her tongue when she bites my lip. Hard.
I think she drew blood, and my cock oozes in excitement. I rock my hips into her so she can feel what she’s doing to me.
“You’re a freak,” she spits out as she rubs her hand up and down my length.
“Takes one to know one,” I bite back as I pinch her nipple through her flimsy dress.
“Ow, you dick.” She squeezes my cock harder, to a near-painful level. “Do it again.”
I look into her eyes. We’ve both had a lot to drink, but she appears to be aware of what’s going on. I have a brief moment of thinking maybe this isn’t right, but, as if reading my mind, she grabs me by the shirt with both hands and says, “I know what I’m doing,” before she rips it open, causing the buttons to scatter all over the room. “I’m not too drunk to fuck, so fuck me, you big gorilla.”
“Maybe I can fuck the raging bitch out of you.”
She smiles as her teeth scrape along my jawline until her lips suction on my neck like she’s hoping to draw blood again. I know I’ll hate myself in the morning, but I’m too worked up and too drunk to care right now.
I push her shoulders away, giving me room to roughly lift her dress over her head, leaving her in a red lace bra and matching thong. She does a little twirl for me. “You like what you see? All men do,” she announces with complete and total confidence.
I might hate this woman, but there’s no denying she’s beautiful. Long, muscular legs, shapely hips, and huge tits. What’s not to like?Besidesthepersonality.
Refusing to let her know what’s going through my head, I shrug, acting unaffected. “Meh. You’re okay. Good enough to fuck while I’m drunk. Not sober.”
She narrows her eyes at me before nodding her head to the obvious tent in my shorts. “Your body says otherwise. I betyour cock is leaking for me right now. Your tip is dripping with the need to slip into my overly wet and extremely tight pussy.”
She’s not wrong. Resisting the urge to squeeze myself in relief, I suggest, “Why don’t you find out for yourself, sugar lips?”
Without hesitation, she unbuckles my belt, unfastens the button on my shorts, and pulls down my zipper. My shorts fall to the floor on their own. I think I smoothly kick them away along with my shoes, but it might be a little clumsy given my state.
Her soft fingertips trace the muscles of my stomach, causing shivers to run down my body, before they enter the waistband of my boxer briefs. She slowly pulls them down, staring unashamedly at my cock. She mumbles, “I guess you weren’t wrong today. You’re very…proportionate.” She swipes her thumb across my tip. “And leaking for me, just like I knew you would be.”
I can’t help but reach for her. With a simple twist of my fingers, her bra falls away, and I take in her tits for the first time. Oh hell, they’re even better than I imagined, and I’ve imagined them a lot in the past ten months. They’re full, with rosy nipples begging for my mouth. I’m going to mark those suckers up.
She circles her thumb all over my pre-ejaculate and then brings the evidence to her mouth and sucks on it. “Hmm, it sure tastes like you like what you see.”
The need to fuck is at an all-time high. I clumsily reach for her, but she avoids me and squats down. She grabs for her purse before opening it and pulling out a roll of what must be ten condoms. I guess she’s not too drunk to think about safe sex.
She tosses them on the bed before bending over seductively and slowly removing her panties, putting on a bit of ashow for me. She’s sexy and she knows it. I hate her for being so damn attractive.
Her eyes fill with lust as she rakes them up and down my body. “Buckle up. You’re about to get it good, big boy.”
She attempts to shove me onto the bed, but I don’t budge. She’s a tall, strong, muscular woman, but I’m still bigger and stronger. I grab her like she weighs nothing and toss her violently through the air and onto the bed. She lets out a loud squeal.
“God yes,” she moans when she lands. “I like being manhandled. Don’t take it easy on me. I don’t believe in safe words.”
“No problem, Cruella.”
She smirks at the name I’ve called her quite a few times since we met, then crooks her finger at me. “Bring Cruella the puppy.”
“I’m no puppy,” I shout as I jump on top of her until I’m on all fours. “I’m the big dog. Ruff, ruff,” I bark into her chest.
She lets out a laugh as she wraps her legs and arms around me. My lips immediately move to suck one of her tits into my mouth. She thrusts her pussy over my dick repeatedly. I love an aggressive woman. She’s so damn hot.
