“You’re so dramatic. Stop it.” His smirk widened, and I buried my face in Bruiser’s neck to take a deep, stabilizing breath. He smelled nice thick and manly and sweaty, no doubt from his ride up here. “Will you take me for a ride on your bike sometime?”
“Take me for a ride, and we’ll see. That’s a privilege no one gets for free, baby, and I ain’t had a woman on the back of my bike, ever.” I groaned as Bruiser emerged at the lip of the hallway, and he grabbed my ass cheeks to hoist me up with a grunt. Tightening my legs around his waist, I shuddered as powerful muscles flexed against my breasts and abdomen. Kissing his warm, sun-kissed skin, I closed my eyes to savor his taste. Dropping heavily onto my bed, he leaned back insistently, and I slid down to push aside the flaps of his cut-off. “You don’t have anything, right? Are you on birth control?”
“No, and yeah. You?” I paused, and Bruiser shook his head with a brief flash of seriousness seeping into his expression.
“I get into fights a lot, so I made it a habit of getting tested. You know, not everything you do in Vegas stays in Vegas. Especially if you use underground bookies, which I do.” Thrill shot through me as the rational voice in my head shut down completely. Bruiser smirked sexily, and my nipples tightened as he reached to caress my cheek. “Everything you feel shows on your face, doesn’t it? That’s what I thought of you at the gas station. Your genuineness.”
His declaration resonated deep in my belly, and I tensed when Bruiser cupped my face with both his hands. Capturing my lips in a searing kiss, the entire half-hour of build-up surged through my chest. Desire flooded my veins as I slung my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair. A fire lit under my heart, and he shoved his tongue into my mouth to intensify the kiss.
Bruiser reached between us to push aside my panties and finger my aching, hot clit, and I moaned into his mouth. I untangled my fingers from his hair to pull up my dress, and eagerness stiffened my muscles when I pulled back to pull it off completely. His eyes boggled a little, carnal need twisting his expression before he pushed me off him and onto my back. A husky, excited giggle escaped me, and Bruiser buried his face between my breasts as he worked his hand into my underwear. Hooking my knees under my elbows, I groaned gutturally as he kissed and nibbled down my abdomen.
“Fuck . . . your pussy’s beautiful . . .” Peeling my panties off, Bruiser’s breath hitched at his own admiration, and I quaked. Spreading my pussy lips with his thumbs, he licked his lips heavily, his eyes glassy with desire. “I almost can’t bring myself to fucking devour it. God . . .”
“You sure talk big.” Bruiser tore his eyes off my pussy, his lip curling in a snarl that made my toes flex in delight. Panting from the fire stinging my lungs, I jolted when he gripped my thighs and spread them as far as they could go. Holding my breath, my ears rang as Bruiser leaned over me threateningly, his eyes sparkling viciously.
“Is that your attempt to antagonize me, Nicole?” My cheeks warmed, and Bruiser’s lips brushed mine even as his eyes held me captive. I clenched in surprise when he reached to unfasten his jeans, the thick hairs on the back of his hand teasing my pussy lips. “Your thighs are the perfect canvas for a painting.”
“Oh, my God . . .” Covering my face with both my hands, I giggled in embarrassment as Bruiser settled between my legs to brace both his forearms on either side of my head. I shivered as his hot, hard cock nestled between my pussy folds. Prying my hands away, he captured my mouth greedily, and I moaned in pleasure. His muscles writhed through his shirt, the rough edges of the patches on his jacket tickling my skin. Gripping the flaps of his cut-off, I pulled him close and hugged his hips with my knees.
Tangling his tongue around mine, Bruiser ground against my pussy before pulling back to pant harshly. Leaning back to pull off my panties, he squeezed my breasts together to suck my nipples. Rolling and tugging with his teeth, shocks skittered down my abdomen, and Bruiser shirked off his cutoff and t-shirt hastily. Kissing and nibbling my breasts, he grabbed my hand to guide me to his cock. He was hard, hot, big, and goosebumps swept up my arm as I pumped his rod. Squeezing the tip between my thumb and forefinger, I relished his sharp inhale and the stiffness of his muscles.
“Nicole . . .” I shuddered at the worshipful lilt in Bruiser’s sigh, and he pulled back to poise at my entrance. Need danced up and down my spine, and my heart stuttered when he buried his face in my neck. Slopping wet kisses on my hot skin, he thrust experimentally, and I grappled his sides in preparation. The bulbous head of his cock tore my entrance, and I sucked in a shallow, hot breath through my teeth.
“B-big . . . it’s-s big . . .” Sputtering lightly, I squeezed my eyes shut as Bruiser inched into my channel. His fat cock stretched my walls, and I clamped down on him as pleasure prickled icily up my sternum. Bruiser had mercy, thrusting slowly, gently, as I undulated against his shaft.
“That’s it, baby . . . loosen that pussy so I can pound it good.” Bruiser pulled back sharply, and I arched sharply with a cry as my euphoria intensified. He smirked against my neck, his mumble burrowing deep in my chest. “Get ready, Nicole.”
He purred
