Page 11 of Just a Little Prick

She tilted her head to look up at me. “Show me.”

I couldn’t argue with that.

She rose up on her toes, pulling me down into a kiss. Her mouth was soft against mine, already open. I took a step with her, then another. She whined against me, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

I eased back. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“This way. C’mon.” She grabbed my hand, turning to walk with me. She didn’t turn the lights on, but the streetlight outside her window lit the apartment in an orange glow. She nudged the door shut once we were inside, then was on me again.

I pulled her toward the bed, already sliding my hands under her shirt. She lifted her arms. I pulled it off, tossing it toward the corner of the room.

She went straight for my jeans, undoing my belt easily. She popped the button loose and tugged the zipper down. Her hand slid inside, stroking along my hard cock.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, looking up at me and grinning. She withdrew her hand, pushing my jeans down.

I laughed, stepping out of my boots so I could get my pants off. “Eager, huh?”

“Horny.” She watched me, grinning. Her hands went behind her back, and I watched as her bra loosened. She dropped it, revealing her gorgeous, full breasts, nipples already hard.

I moved forward. My arms slid around her waist. I bent my head, starting to suck at her nipple.

“Bradley, fuck.” I could feel her move, working on her own jeans. With the button undone, she reached up, sliding her hands through my hair.

I sucked harder, then moved to the other. She smelled good, like sugar and cinnamon. Her skin was soft. She made the sweetest little mewing sound when I rolled my tongue over her nipple.

Her hands tightened in my hair. Dull discomfort shot through my scalp. I looked up at her.

“Get on the bed.” Her voice was quiet, but insistent. “Finish stripping first.”

I grinned. “Yes, ma’am,” I teased.

She smiled wider, stepping back. I watched her pull down her jeans. She wasn’t in a thong, but wore cute panties with a little lace on the edge.

The front of them was wet.

I stripped out of my shirt and underwear, bending to grab a condom from my back pocket. Lora pointed to the bed. I laughed and moved to sit.

“No, no. Lie down.” She laughed. “Come on. Don’t keep me waiting.”

“Bossy. I like it.” I grinned at her, lying on my back. “Now what?”

For a moment, she was still. She didn’t move until she was sure I was watching her. She hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties, tugging them down her hips and dropping them to the floor. My mouth watered as I looked at her.

She came to the bed, climbing over me. She straddled my hips, her lower lip caught between her teeth. She was fucking gorgeous.

I tore the condom wrapper open and rolled it on. Holding my cock in one hand, I shifted, rubbing it against her slit. She was dripping wet, and felt so hot against my skin.

She sank down. Her head snapped back toward the ceiling. She moaned, lowering herself until she was fully seated on my lap, my cock buried inside her.

“God, Lora,” I said.

“Oh, fuck!” Her voice was high, soft. She lifted her hands to her tits, teasing her own nipples. I rocked my hips upward as much as I could. She moaned again, then leaned forward. Her hands came to rest on my chest.

She lifted herself up, slowly, her walls squeezing around my cock, then dropped back down. I moved to meet her. She set the rhythm, moving fast and hard against me.

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