she was done shaking, he roughly turned her around, leaned her against the wall, then shoved his cock in her cunt, all the way to the base.
Once inside, Brad held nothing back, thrusting her into whimpers, stretching her walls like damp cotton as his hands danced between her ass and tits — rubbing her raw; pinching, and playing. Coffee Hair reached down and started playing with her clit and Brad’s balls, swinging wildly as he pounded behind her.
Something was happening inside him that he still didn’t understand. There was a split down the middle of his mind, the pleasure promising to punish the pain and make it leave forever, if only Brad would let it.
Brad pulled himself from her pussy to keep himself from cumming.
His resistance lasted just seconds. Coffee Hair looked hungry enough to eat whatever he fed her, so Brad turned her around, picked her up, then slammed his cock back inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he gripped one firm ass cheek in each hand, watching her tits bounce wildly as he fucked her into another screaming orgasm.
“Please, please cum inside me!” Coffee Hair begged.
Her pleas pushed Hammer harder as the spunk boiled in his balls, ready to splatter inside her inner walls. He suddenly thought about Willow, could smell her sweet scent and imagined himself inside her.
He looked at Coffee Hair and her face was suddenly Willow’s.
A second from cumming, Brad’s brain finally won the battle. He dropped her on the top of the sink, withdrew his dick, then suddenly exploded, shooting his cream all over her (Willow’s) face and adding a splash of milk to her vanilla latte-colored tits.
Coffee Hair was a mess, but she was also delirious, and mumbling a bit like she’d just gotten off the best, most orgasmic roller-coaster ever and needed a few minutes to compose herself.
“Thank you,” Brad said, fixing himself in the mirror and then excusing himself and making his way out of the bathroom and back to the bar.
As his nose and cock promised, Willow was standing at the bar, looking hot as fuck. Though he’d already milked his dick dry twice in 20 minutes, he already felt the blood rushing back toward his ball sack.
Chapter Five — Willow Monroe
Willow saw the entire episode in the bathroom from the clear view of her unclouded mind, watching Brad hammer the holy hell out of that poor girl’s backside. There’s no way he could have seen his own look of shock when he covered her in a liter of spooge. He’d have to get used to it since the drug would stay in his system a while.
Agent Hammer came out of the bathroom, the scent of Red Breath and pussy all over him. He could sense her before he saw her, as she called to him in his mind. Her cunt was on fire, and she couldn’t wait to get him to the room and fuck him within an inch of his life, or maybe she’d even go all the way. Nothing felt better, and though she would certainly hate herself later, she’d always have the excuse that it was the Red Breath and not her.
Willow knew that when it came to the moment of truth, she might not be strong enough to refuse.
“Miss Monroe,” Agent Hammer said as he approached the bar.
“Agent Hammer,” she held out her hand. He took it, and a current of electricity crackled between them. He smiled, and she could feel the blood flowing to his cock. She imagined it throbbing inside her, and her pussy started leaking down her upper leg as it pulsed against her panties.
“How can I help you?”
Willow didn’t answer, at least not with words. She went into his mind and gave him a peep show instead, starting with a movie of her splayed across her couch, just after he left that afternoon, rubbing her hot palm across her hotter pussy. Then she took him into the bathroom with the brown haired girl, except Willow put her face on the body just as it got covered in cum. She ended his mind movie with a trip upstairs to Brad’s hotel room, with her fingers on his fly, freeing his cock and jacking the shaft as her lips latched onto the blush of his neck.
Agent Hammer probably thought he was imagining everything himself, and that the Red Breath was putting it there. Her heavy lifting was done the moment he drew the Red Breath. It wouldn’t take much, if anything, to get him alone.
Willow looked nervously to her right, and then to her left, then said, “I don’t feel safe here. Is there somewhere we can go?”
Agent Hammer didn’t miss a beat. “I’m not sure who’s following you, so I’m not sure the safest place to go. I suggest we stay in the hotel, but get out of the bar. Maybe my room?” He said it like a question, though clearly it wasn’t.
She nodded. He said, “Come on, let’s go,” then took her by the arm and led her toward the elevator.
On the ride up, Willow continued to let him think he was imagining himself inside her. He lightly moaned beneath his breath as she put more thoughts in his head, this time of her sitting on his face, as she glazed his lips with her glistening juices, bucking hard against his mouth, twisting her nipples and screaming about the GOD that he was.
Good luck trying to get his mind off her now.
He didn’t stand a chance.
They were in the room for seconds before Agent Hammer lost all sense of protocol. He started out with the right questions:
How can I help keep you safe?
What do you know about Dr. Madsen’s death?
Who do you believe is following you, and what don’t they want you to say?
Willow answered each with a coy nod as though she were trying to find the answers, but filled his mind with more images instead.
Squatting on the floor with her knees spread apart, stroking his dick with one hand and her cunt with the other. Then riding him reverse cowgirl as she wildly thrashed, staring at herself in the mirror and screaming, “How would you like to shove that hammer of yours right up my ass and cum in me so hard I fly off the bed?”
That was when Agent Hammer lost it.
He was suddenly on top of her, apparently willing to surrender his badge, ripping her blouse and throwing it to the floor. He lifted her up in his strong arms as she wrapped her legs around him, then swallowed his lips with hers.
Her tongue darted into his mouth, and his fucked hers right back, their lips mashed against one another hard enough to turn purple. He threw her on the bed and she reached for the top button of his pants, like a starving street urchin reaching for a banana.
He slapped her hand away, freed his cock from his pants by himself with his right hand, grabbed her head with his left and shoved his cock into her hot and hungry mouth, which was waiting in an open O before it got there.
He moaned on entry. She did, too.
Willow started lapping the sides of the shaft like she was trying to keep cream from melting off the side of a cone. She used her mouth as a pussy and fucked Hammer hard enough to charge by the minute, while he surrendered to pleasure.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his mouth hung open. Her head bobbed furiously up and down. Agent Hammer suddenly groaned, and his body twitched. Willow had to pull back because the throb of his cock was like an earthquake in her mouth.
The first blast slapped the back of her throat, the second splattered her hair, then as she pulled back further, the next one hit her chin. The next three painted her tits, and the final one landed on her belly button then leaked down to the top of her skirt.
Willow leapt from the bed, peeled her skirt to the floor, then jumped back on the mattress and started jacking Agent Hammer back to a hardened pipe.
It took ten seconds.
He growled, then rolled her over and shoved himself inside her sopping wet hole. The bed was so wet it looked like someone dumped a bucket of water on the top. He hammered her for four relentless minutes until he
