“I know Charlie's never played with herself in front of you. Do you like it?” I ask even though I know he does because I can see his trousers bulging at the crotch.
Bradley’s dick is straining to break free.
“Don't act like you haven't fantasized about this moment before. Hell, you've probably fucked Charlie while thinking about it. Wishing you could have us both. Here's your chance to have me, Bradley.”
My fingers are working furiously, slick, and wet. I sweeten the temptation by pausing and unbuttoning the front of my dress near my breasts, pulling down the fabric, and exposing my bare skin. My nipples immediately shrivel into two little identical beads of flesh, becoming alert, perky. I'm small chested, but from what I’ve heard, I have fantastic nipples. I pull them harshly, tugging them out away from my body. A hiss escapes through my teeth, and I let out a long moan.
I leave one hand on my left breast and trail my right hand back to my pussy. I give Bradley a show for a few more minutes. He stands there dumbfounded. I know Bradley wants me; he's just a scared little boy. Bradley won’t take what he wants unless he knows he will get away with it. It’s like only sticking your mitts into the cookie jar if your mom isn’t around to smack your hands.
I stop my circus act, bouncing to my feet, my dress pooling around my ankles. I’m completely naked, only wearing my sandals. I make my way to him, slowly circling the room like a predator about to pounce on my meat. When I finally make it over to him, he's practically drooling.
It’s so funny how nervous he is that it's hard not to laugh aloud. But I’m tired of dancing around it. I need to distract my mind, so I grab a handful of his cock through his pants. I unbuckle his trousers and them in sync with my body. On my knees, I’m trembling with fear and excitement in front of him. His dick is hefty in my hands as I bounce it back and forth, feeling the weight.No wonder she kept him around.
He is painfully erect now, and the tip of his cock beads with pre cum. I lap the sweetness up. Then, I abandon the tip of his dick and make my way to his balls, the skin tightens, and they raise slightly in their sweet little flesh hammock. I drag my tongue back and forth between each of his balls. I swoop one into my mouth and suck hard, almost biting, and loosen up at the last minute to let it all out of my mouth.
Smiling at him, I make my way up from the base of his cock to the tip at a snail's pace, taking my sweet ass time drawing it out. He's already about to lose his mind and load when I eventually make it to the head. I swirl my tongue all around. I do this for about a minute until he thrusts and begs me to suck it.
Chapter 4
“Oh God. Please, Ella. You’re torturing me,” Bradley croaks.
I suck his cock like it is the most delectable thing I've ever had in my mouth. The goal is always to be enthusiastic. I force myself to gag on it.
I let that spit pool in the back of my throat and expel it, spitting it loudly and messily upon his cock.
Afterward, I get up from my knees and kiss him with my dirty mouth. His hand is knotted in my hair, and his pants are on the ground around his ankles. We're almost in the kitchen. I guide Bradley to the dark green cabinetry closest to the sink.
He picks me up and places my bare ass on the white quartz countertop as if it were his idea. There's a thrilling sensation buzzing through my body, and my mind is fogging as the reality of my bare ass on Charlie's beautiful countertops hits me. The thought of her hands lovingly trailing across them every day and every night. All the meals she prepares right here under my ass make my pussy clench.
Bradley finally has his rigid dick poised at my pussy. His mouth mashes against mine clumsily as he shoves his cock inside me. It fills the void.
“Baby. Oh fuck. You feel so good,” he grunts into my ear.
“I know,” I reply, my mouth curling into a smile.
As he pulls his cock in and out, I arch my back, thrusting my tits towards him. He cups one with his calloused hands. The rough skin tickles against my soft skin as his other hand reaches up to my back towards my hair. But, of course, it's always the hair for the guys.
After I ran away from home, I was smart enough to change my hair to a soft shade of red versus my naturally mousy brown hair. With my new hair, I look like a completely different person. Plus, I know it is all about the hair. I know how guys fantasize about wrapping their hands in hair, getting tangled up in it as they fuck a pretty little face.
Bradley's panting in my ear as he slams into me repeatedly, bringing me back to reality.
“Oh yeah,” I say because I know that's what he wants to hear. And if I’m being honest with myself, I love hearing dirty talk when I’m fucking someone or just myself.
He wants to think that he's the best. So I let him believe that before I tear him down. But, of course, I never wanted Bradley. I've always only wanted Charlie. She's my best friend. I love her. So I wanted her to be happy. And she was pleased with Brad even though he was a scumbag.
I knew it was only time before he would cheat on her. And now that he has and she's broken things off with him, I don't want him weaseling his way back into her life.
I will nip this in the bud to ensure he can't grovel and win her back. I want her to be mine and mine alone. I certainly can't be sharing her with someone like Bradley.
I moan along with him, finally losing myself in the moment. It feels so damn good. I might not be great at many things, but I'm good at fucking. And as I always say, if you're feeling bad, the best cocktail to soothe your soul is cock.
“Do you like it?” He asks.
My God, these boys are so self-conscious, “Yeah. You’re so good at this. I'm so hot for you right now.”
After this, I note to myself to find a real man to fuck. But it is hard to find one who isn’t already married. And this thing I’m doing with Bradley right now is a one-time occurrence. I’m not interested in men who are married. I made a promise to myself to never want a man. I can’t trust them. I will never relinquish my power to a man again.
“Take me on the couch,” I say, suddenly interrupting his concentration and pleasure.