Page 2 of Braving the Storm

Silently, I inch toward the open entry and keep myself hidden in the heavy shadow as I make my plan to find out who the fuck is in my bathroom and exactly what sweet flavor of pussy is going to be on the menu tonight.

As I watch on with hungry eyes and a rapidly hardening cock through the doorway, the girl inside has her back turned. She only has the small lamp above the mirror switched on to see by. It’s dimly lit in here, like the rest of the house, everything shrouded in shades of black and gray.

With her back still turned to me, she hums along with whatever folky, girly shit plays through the speaker on her phone.

Then she starts to get naked.

This girl is entirely unaware that I’m here, and fuck… it’s the hottest thing.

She isn’t doing a strip tease to try and seduce a pro bull rider. She’s not a girl on a pole shoving her fake tits in my face. She’s not a buckle bunny offering to get on her knees in a filthy back alley at three a.m. to suck my cock ‘til I blow all over her face.

No. This is someone who is sexy and curvy and slowly removes each item of clothing because it’s at her own leisure. Like she’s enjoying all this for no one but herself.

Jesus. My cock is begging to get in there and make a reacquaintance with whoever the fuck this girl is. I’ve fucked my way through life, never doing repeat hookups—even during a regrettable goddamn catastrophe of a time better left forgotten—but I certainly don’t rememberher.

If I’m really honest with myself, there’s no way I would.

I don’t remember them.

I don’t remember their faces or their names, and I certainly never kept their numbers that they snuck into my phone contacts when they thought I wasn’t looking.

Her arms tug the cropped sweater she’s wearing over her head, revealing a pair of high-waisted leggings. Fuck. No bra. Just an expanse of smooth, olive skin and a flare at her hips. There’s the tiniest roll over the top of her waistband, and that softness makes my mouth water.

Having a handful of pliant flesh to squeeze and dig my fingers into, leaving a bruise or five in the shape of my grip, is my favorite type of fuck.

The long dark curls hanging midway down her back swish over her skin as she moves. Dragging my gaze down… down to an ass that is absolutely begging to be palmed and spanked and pounded into while I fill this girl’s cunt from behind.

My breathing grows more ragged as I lurk in the shadowed hallway, continuing to devour the sight of the feast preparing herself for me. Because there’s only one reason this girl is in my house, and if she’s here in search of my dick, then I’m going to enjoy every second of playing with my meal.

She strips off the rest of her clothes. Sliding those skin-tight leggings down, panties gone at the same time, revealing even more to me. Humming along to the music, this girl is entirely lost in what she’s doing. Oblivious to her surroundings.

I’m fully hard and have to quietly, carefully readjust myself. The head of my dick has already started leaking at how fucking hot this girl is. Her arm lifts, and I can’t help but notice a small tattoo, fine line text curving around the outer side of her breast. Tits that even from here, from a barely there glance side-on, I can see are heavy and full and just made to be tortured.

As she bends over to fully tug those sinful, fitted leggings off, that’s what breaks me. I catch a glimpse of her from behind. Soft and dusky rose-colored pussy lips peek out at me.

Just at the moment she’s fully naked, still halfway bent over, I strike.

My long stride closes the gap between us in a second. Wrapping one hand around her throat to lock her against my front, my other hand fumbles with my button and fly. As I do so, my knuckles graze against the bare skin at the top of her ass, brushing her lower back. Maybe I’ll paint that part of her later with my cum.

“Darlin’… that’s no way to go about begging for my cock. Kinda rude to be letting yourself in without asking.” I growl, with lips pressed against her ear. “But you’re lucky tonight. I’m feeling generous. So much so, after watching that little performance, I might even let you come.”

She’s rigid as a board beneath me. I feel her throat work frantically below my tattooed fingers. Pulse fluttering in the side of her neck. This girl is short compared to me, barely reaching my chest. Her head tucks perfectly against my torso, and my filthy thoughts are already running wild at the prospect.

“Now, I’m gonna bend you over that counter so I can fuck you into next week… then you’re gonna get the hell off my property.”

She yelps as I relent a little pressure on her throat, easing back off her windpipe ever so slightly. As I do, her hands fly up to pry my fingers away, but I’m not in the mood for anything that isn’t my version of this game. I spin us toward the vanity so that we’re both facing the mirror.

Catching sight of her front-on for the first time, I have to stifle a feral noise.

Fuck, she’s got amazing tits. Hard nipples stare back at me in the reflection and the soft glow of the lamp light, and maybe it’s because I’ve been stuck with nothing but cattle and horses for company this winter; I decide right then and there, I already know there’s going to be a second round to this game. I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to come all over them. Mark her the fuck up and enjoy sliding my dick between that soft valley… then I’ll let her go.

I mean, she is naked and waiting for me in my house, after all.

She really should count herself lucky I’m interested in fucking her more than once to begin with.

As I position her body exactly where I want her, keeping a tight hold over her neck, my other hand shoves my briefs down. Freeing my aching cock, I give it a couple of firm strokes, swiping the pre-cum off the tip. Goddamn, her cunt is right there, and the heat flowing between our bodies makes my head spin with anticipation.

Her hands fly out to brace against the counter as I tighten my hold on her throat, using the leverage to bend her forward. The action makes those perfect tits hang a little lower, full and soft.