“Yes,” the bane of her existence growled behind her.
“Well, if you gave me a fucking raise, maybe I wouldn’t want to leave,” she shot back, smiling at the bartender.
“And if your ass would actually work, maybe I would give you a raise,” he countered.
“Oh well. Looks like I’m never getting that raise.” She laughed.
“All right you two, behave. Apollo, the shipment of alcohol arrived an hour ago,” Cam said, shifting the conversation away from Charlotte and handing Apollo the clipboard with the shipment list attached.
She smiled sweetly at him and mouthed, “Thanks.”
She turned and watched as Apollo walked away and saw someone who looked out of place.
There, standing in the corner of the room, was hands down a fine piece of man candy. Wearing a black Stetson, dark wranglers, a black T-shirt that did all sorts of good things to his chest, and a pair of dark brown boots, was one fine cowboy. His tall, muscular stance spoke of police or worse, FBI, but she didn’t care. After the all the gropes, pinches, slaps and tickles, her pussy needed release in the worst way.
He was magnificent. His short jet-black hair curled lightly at the ends. His firm jaw and straight nose accented his lush, full lips. She watched as he surveyed the club. Her breath hitched when she watched him grin. Instantly her pussy reacted, soaking her panties.
There was something about this man. He was strong, virile, and mysterious. His eyes stayed hidden, like he was hiding something, only adding the allure to his persona. She knew what she wanted, and it was him in her bed tonight.
Computers can wait. I’m getting me some cock!
Jumping off the stool, she grabbed her tray and made her way around the room, her eyes never leaving her prey. She stalked him, watching and learning. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy sang out, oh yes!
Oh, Mr. Big Cowboy was gonna be hers tonight, even if she had to hog-tie him to her bed. She needed a good fuck. It had been too long since her last one-night stand. Hungry and thirsty, she closed in, ready to make her move.
* * * *
Braxton watched as the sexy blond moved seductively, grinding and pumping his hips to Silk’s “Freak Me.” He was a sculpted masterpiece. His trim swimmer’s body was fit, without a hair on that delectable body. His long, hard cock swayed and bobbed as he gyrated on the stage.
The patrons loved him.
The blond was good at what he did, revving up the audience with his seductive moves to the beat of the music as he poured dark-chocolate honey over his body.
Braxton’s mouth watered.
Fuck, I would love to lick him up and down.
Too bad the only piece of clothing he was wearing was the one piece Braxton wanted removed. He couldn’t see the blonds’ face. The black leather mask the blond wore covered his eyes all the way down to his nose. Braxton wasn’t sure this was his blond god that plagued his thoughts and dreams.
The only semblance was his full lips and strong jaw.
Fuck, take off the damn mask!
Leaning against the bar, Braxton took another swig of his beer. His eyes never left the stage as he watched the blond finish his performance. He just wasn’t sure. Then as the blond made one final grinding move, the music came to an end and the blond smiled and walked off the stage, never taking off his mask, and another man appeared, getting ready for his routine.
“How about a big round of applause for Jordan!” said the announcer as the club erupted in applause.
Taking another swig, Braxton scanned the room and saw her.
She was looking directly at him.
Her pale, smoky blue eyes set off her short, spiky, blond hair. But it was her rosy-red lips that drew his attention. His heart picked up as she licked them, moving around the room. Her tight jeans gave way to a full-heart shaped ass and a tiny waist. Her little tank did nothing to cover her full, pert breasts, and when she smiled at him, his cock took notice.
She was smaller than he liked, standing only at five foot four, but her seductive smoky eyes and her sassy attitude made up for her shortcomings. His eyes watched as she sidestepped reaching arms, hands, and advances. Smiling through it all, she kept moving his way, and the closer she got, the harder his cock became.
Figuring if he couldn’t have his sexy blond god, then he was definitely gonna get him some ass.
He waited as she served the last beer off of her tray, and said nothing when she slid up next to him at the bar. He watched as she handed her tray to the bartender, who in turn handed her a bag.
“Tell Apollo I’m outta here. Have a cowboy to ride.” Her soft, sweet voice rang out, sending electrical impulses straight to his balls.
“Ha! Does this cowboy know what he’s getting into?” The bartender laughed.
“He will in a sec,” she replied and then looked directly at him, “What do ya say, cowboy. Wanna give a girl an eight-second ride?”
Braxton let out a loud boisterous laugh. “Oh, baby doll, what makes you think you can handle my eight-second ride?”
“What makes you think you’ll last longer than eight seconds?” she challenged with a grin.
Swallowing the last of his beer, Braxton laid the empty bottle on the bar, paid his tab, and grabbed the spunky little spitfire around the waist. “Challenge accepted, baby doll. Let’s go for a ride.”
“Tell Jordan I have company tonight, will ya, Cam?” she said, never taking her eyes off him.
“Sure thing, darlin’, and if ya need help with cowboy there, save some for me. I get off at midnight.” The bartender laughed.
“Oh I think I can handle one itty-bitty cowboy,” she teased.
Braxton growled, “Let’s go.”
* * * *
Bodies ripped and tore at clothes as they desperately tried to free the bonds that held them captive. Lips meshed and plundered as tongues dueled for supremacy. The heat was unbearable. The tension too tight. Charlotte kicked off the last remaining article of clothing and launched herself at her cowboy. Jumping on him, he caught her around the waist, lifting her as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Her hot, luscious mouth latched onto his, sucking the very air from his lungs.
Gasping for air, Braxton hungrily said, “Hang on, baby doll. Up ya go.”
Squealing as he lifted her higher, Charlotte soon found her back resting against the wall of her apartment, her legs on his shoulders, as his mouth clamped down on her wet pussy.
“Oh fuck, yes! Eat my pussy,” she screamed, writhing in ecstasy.
She tasted of hot, warm ambrosia. Braxton was delirious, wanting to suck everything her little cunt gave him. Moaning with pleasure, he ate, furiously licking and plunging as his long tongue delved into her dripping channel. Her grinding movements only spurred him on as he nipped and teased her cunt.
Removing his pants with one hand and holding his delicious treat with the other, Braxton’s arousal beat at him as her pussy began pulsing her cream into his mouth.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” She shouted out her release as her hot channel quivered.
Lapping up every wet morsel, Braxton removed the last of his clothing, and with both hands he pulled her from the wall, with her pussy still in his face, his tongue thrusting deep. With one last lick, he slid her down his body until her wet cunt was touching the tip of his hard cock. In one hard, fast move, he rammed himself into the tightest pussy ever.
“Fuck!” he growled as he walked with her over to the other wall, slamming her hard against the cold surface. She didn’t seem to mind the roughness as she tightened her legs and began rocking her hips against him as he plunged deeper. The friction of the assault had the walls shaking as pictures fell shattering to the ground.
Hard breathing and sweaty bodies pumped and grinded as they fucked each other into oblivion.
Braxton could feel his balls tightening. “Fuck. I’m gonna come, baby doll. Douse my dick with your juices. Come for me!” he shouted, pistoning into her wet cunt like a machine.
H
er heavy breathing ceased as her pussy clamped down on his cock, siphoning every drop as he flooded her channel with his seed.
* * * *
“Holy shit,” Charlotte whispered, gasping for air.
Her body was still wound tight. Her pussy still shuddered as his hard, long cock stayed rooted deep within her. Losing her grip around his waist, Charlotte’s legs felt like jelly. She knew cowboy was gonna be fun ride, but damn, cowboy just redefined “ride ’em hard.”
“I need a break. Want some water?” she asked as his hard cock slipped from her wet cunt.
That was when he noticed his cum dripping down her leg.
“Shit, I forgot the condom,” he cautiously said, looking at her.
Charlotte wanted to laugh. Why was it every time a guy forgot the most important thing before hot monkey sex, they always looked to the woman for some reassurance that all was going to be okay.
Figuring if she wanted more of his very thick eight inches, she might as well and put him out of his misery, she said, “Stow your concern, cowboy. I’m on the pill.” She walked toward the kitchen but didn’t get very far when he picked her up and carried her to the couch.
“What the hell?” She wiggled, trying to get out of his arms.
“Want more,” he growled, sitting on the sofa with her in his lap.
“Yeah, well that’s nice in all, but I’m thirsty,” she replied, trying to get up.
Charlotte felt his wicked laughter rumble in his chest when he said, “I’ve got something to quench your thirst.”
She never got the chance to reply, because cowboy pushed her down to her knees, grabbed the back of her head, and aimed her open mouth toward his cock.
The blunt purple head pushed past her lips as she opened wide. He tasted of her and him, salty and sweet. She moaned as he began slowly pumping into her hot mouth, trying to get to her throat. She knew what he wanted, but for some reason she wanted to make him wait for it. She enjoyed a good cock, but her favorite part was watching the receiver come unglued. She wanted him writhing and begging her.
Grabbing his hard shaft, she fisted the monster and began pumping his dick as she teased and licked at his head. She used her other hand to massage and roll his balls. With most men, Charlotte knew that eventually they would get so worked up they wouldn’t care when she started playing with their ass, but she wasn’t so sure about this cowboy. Something about him told her he may not be so receptive. Only time would tell, and right now, she had all the time in the world as she sucked and played with his cock.
Teasing him, Charlotte licked him up and down like a lollipop. Her tongue felt every inch and every vein as she slid her tongue up and down his thick, hard shaft. Mr. Cowboy had a fine massive cock, and she couldn’t wait to show him what she could really do with it.
His moaning and runts spurred her on as she pumped his cock with her fist. Her hands rubbed and tickled his balls. Then when she had him writhing under her, she took the head of his cock and swallowed him all the way back into her throat.
“Oh, fuck me!” he grunted, holding onto her head as she swallowed, tightening her throat around him and slowly coming back up and then going back down again.
“Oh damn, baby doll. You suck a mean dick,” he said, letting his head fall back against the couch.
Charlotte smiled, knowing the time had come to show this cowboy what she could really do with his monster cock. Still pumping his cock, she reached into her mouth and flipped a tiny switch. Instantly she felt the small vibrations on her tongue as she lowered her mouth to his waiting cock and took him deep.
The instant the little vibrations were felt, cowboy jerked and shouted, “Oh shit!”
“Like that do ya?” she asked, going back down to her treat.
“Shit yeah! Wow, that feels—oh wow.”
Sucking and rubbing, she quickened her pace as the cowboy quickly became immersed in the seductive feel of her mouth.
* * * *
Braxton was in blow job heaven. The moment she took him into her hot little mouth he was lost, but when she deep throated his nine-inch cock, he almost blew his load. Never had anyone taken him completely down, but yet this little spitfire, so full of sass and attitude, was able to suck every inch of him down into the cavern of her mouth.
Motherfucker!
With slow, torturous movements she held him captive, teasing and slurping his cock with a devilishly wicked look in her eyes. At that very moment, she could do anything she wanted and he wouldn’t give a damn. The slow, torturous movements of her sinful mouth had him writhing and moaning in pure ecstasy. “Oh fuck, baby doll, suck me more.”
Braxton had just gotten into the groove when tiny vibrations slowly moving their way up his cock. His cock was humming and straining. Hard heat erupted within him, sending him into the next stratosphere. Stuck stupid in shock, he savored the erotic delight as her lips tightened on his shaft, sliding up and down, suctioning as she moved on him. Her wickedly clever hands were wreaking havoc on his balls as she tightened and released them at random.
He was delirious with pleasure.
The feeling was becoming too much for him. That familiar tingle traveled down his spine.
His balls tightened. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum!” he shouted.
Then she did the unthinkable. Right before he came she shoved her finger deep into his ass, wiggling the little digit as he came hard deep into her hot, cavernous little mouth.
Spurt after spurt, he erupted in a spectacular display as she slurped and gulped down every bit of his juice.
Braxton was seeing stars.
His breathing was labored. Sweat beaded on his brow. His heart wanted to leap from his chest and his dick. Well, that member was still stiff and begging for more.
“Holy shit,” he said, trying to find the right words, but nothing came to mind. “Wow.”
He felt her sliding her delicious body up his, slowly grinding as she moved further up his body. His cock jumped and begged, pleading with him to do something. He felt her lips on his, her hard nipples rubbing against the hairs on his chest, and instinct took over.
Grabbing her hips, he moved quickly, pulling her underneath him, plowing his cock deep into her wet pussy.
“Fuck, your pussy is so wet, baby doll,” he moaned, grinding and hammering his dick deep into her.
“That’s it, cowboy. Fuck me!” she shouted as her nails raked down his back, eliciting a loud growl from him. Pure animalistic need controlled him now. There was nothing he could do to stop. He wanted her screaming and wiggling underneath him.
Hiking his arms under her legs, he bent her over. Folded like a pretzel, her glorious red hole beckoned him like flashing neon lights, saying fuck me!
Pulling out of her hot cunt, Braxton dropped to his knees and rimmed that pretty rosebud, licking and teasing as he sucked. Her cries of pleasure filled the room as he continued preparing the tight hole.
“Baby doll, I am gonna fuck this ass.”
“Oh yes! Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard,” she demanded, arching and giving him better access.
Fuck, he loved this woman!
Quickly standing, Braxton took his slick cock in hand, pointed the head at her hole, and pushed forward.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screamed, taking every inch he offered. Balls to her ass, Braxton growled as he began thrusting in and out of her tight asshole. His little baby doll liked it rough and dirty, and that was exactly what she got. Driving hard into her, the momentum of the force had his balls slapping hard against her ass. Plunging hard, he continued his driving force until his balls began to draw up.
“Come, baby doll! Now!” he shouted, insisting she obey him immediately. The moment he felt her pussy contract, Braxton let his load go with one last shove, the propulsion of his cum shooting deep into her ass.
Braxton was spent.
Easing his semi-hard cock out of her ass, he helped her to sit, as he did the same, collapsing next to her on the couch. Neither said anything, as they were
desperately trying to regain some sort of control of their oversexed bodies.
He turned to look at her. Her eyes were closed, panting, head resting on the back of the sofa. Her flushed skin glowed. She was beautiful in her aftersex glow.
He watched as she soon drifted off into postcoital bliss and realized that he had just met his sexual equal. Braxton had a ferocious sexual appetite, and so did little baby doll. Together they were fire fueling each other’s desires. He would give anything to see her on the cross with red slash marks across her back. He wondered how high her pain tolerance was. Would she push him to his limit like no one ever had?
Yeah, she would. Her sassy mouth and cheeky attitude would get her ass in a lot of trouble if he was to take her on as a sub, though he would never consider it, because his appetites ran toward the harder, more severe scenes. So, he kept that part hidden from everyone, just like his other little secret. Sighing, he pulled her toward him and got comfortable on the soft leather sofa. Wrapping his leg over her waist, she fell instantly asleep with her head low on his stomach. Her soft breath tickled the hairs on his stomach and pelvis. Soon he, too, fell asleep to the warm rhythm of her breaths.
* * * *
Goddamn he was tired. After shaking his ass for the last five hours, all Jordan wanted was a cold beer and a good night’s sleep. Working at the Rainbow Room was good money, but he wished his little IT company would take off. He really hated being groped and manhandled by every living creature that walked into the place.
Getting out of there tonight was not an easy feat.
After Charlotte ducked out, he was left fending off Apollo’s wrath and roaming hands.
Jordan so wanted to hit the pretty boy right smack dab in the kisser! But figuring the tips alone were enough to pay the rent, he resisted, but not by much.
Apollo was nothing more than a good-looking piece a shit, a lousy owner who relied heavily on the good graces of the town and those who worked for him to bring in clientele. Oh, Jordan brought in his fair share, but when the blond dipshit wanted a little play action, Jordan had had enough. So, grabbing his bag, he flipped Apollo off and walked out. He knew that come morning, Apollo would be calling to apologize, and of course he would forgive him, and then the whole aggravating process would start all over again.
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