“Faster, please. Go as rough as you like.”
“Are you su—”
“I’m positive.”
I grip her hips hard and slide out, then slam back into her, digging my hands into her flesh. My balls slap against her, and her pussy grips my dick like a vise, milking me.
She moans my name, telling me to keep going.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight, No Name.”
I slam into her hard, yanking her hair, and her back arches.
Tears well in her eyes, and she urges me to keep going. My grunting sounds bounce off the walls. I watch as my dick goes in and out of her, and her pussy clamps down on me as if it’s begging for more. I keep fucking her hard until her blood and pussy juices coat my dick. I feel my orgasm building, and my balls swell and the muscles contract at the base of my dick.
I remove my hands from her hips and pull out. I slide my hand over her neck, then thrust back into her and wrap her legs around my shoulders.
She yanks me down and bites my bottom lip hard, and I thrust inside of her hard and fast. She feels so deep and wet.
“I’m coming, Viper.”
She scratches the shit out of my back, and I’m sure it’s going to leave marks, but I don’t mind. I want her to leave proof that I fucked her good.
Her pussy pulses and squeezes the life out of my dick.
I do one last thrust before I pull out, blood and cum all over her pussy lips.
“Stay where you are. I’ll be right back.” I hurry to the bathroom and grab two rags from the brown cabinets. I wet them with warm water and walk back into the bedroom. She’s putting on her dress, the butt plug sitting on the floor next to the bed.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
Shame clouds her eyes. “Uh, I thought you were finished with me, so I was going to go.”
“Lie back down. I’m not done with you. I’m going to clean you up, and then I’m going to fuck you like there is no tomorrow again.”
Smiling, she removes the dress and tosses it to the floor.
“Thank God, because I can’t get enough of your dick.”
She giggles, lying on my bed.
I love the way she speaks her mind.
After I clean her up with the rag and use the other one to clean my dick, I toss them on the floor. Right before I place my mouth on her lips and kiss her softly, I say, “Happy birthday, No Name.”
Autumn
Ilean against the counter as I watch customers stroll back and forth outside of the shop. The bookstore is dead, though a few people linger at the coffee area.
I was almost late for work because I overslept at Viper’s place. He insisted we eat breakfast together and he’d drop me off at home, but I politely declined because I didn’t want to make our one-night stand more than what it was, and I didn’t want him to see where I was living.
It was one of the best birthdays I ever had, and I’m never going to forget him or it.
I lean down to pick up a stack of books from the small rack and stack them on the shelf behind me so customers’ orders are ready when they arrive.
My boss, Mr. Arthur, strides in wearing a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. He’s in his mid-sixties, and his wife is battling breast cancer, so I try to take the workload off him as much as possible. He treats me like I’m his daughter and tries to pay me extra or give me a raise every chance he can.
“How was your birthday yesterday?” he asks, leaning against the white countertop.
