Page 12 of Just a Little Prick

Holy shit, she was good.

She grabbed my left hand and brought it to her breast. I lifted the right one as well. I held her tits as she rode me hard, squeezing them, enjoying the weight in my hands. Her nipples pressed into my palms. She squeezed tighter around me, her head tossed back in another moan.

“Lora.” I spoke in a low moan.

She looked down at me, slowing but not stopping.

I grinned and moved my hands to her hips. Holding her, I rolled. She gasped, lying on her back under me.

I flexed my hips. She whined. I pushed her legs farther apart, wanting to go deeper.

“Bradley.” She looked up at me, eyes hazy, and smiled.

I thrust into her, bucking against her in a quick, hard pace. She wrapped her arms around me. Her nails dug into my shoulders. She raked them down. I leaned over her, kissing her neck.

I’d have marks in the morning, but I didn’t care.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, her breath hot against my ear. I bit down at her collarbone. She scratched at my back again.

I wasn’t gonna last much longer.

Heat started to build low in my stomach. My balls tightened. I moved faster, sucking a mark on Lora’s neck.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck, fuck, Lora—”

I pushed one of my hands between us. My fingertips found her clit, and I rubbed her in quick, tight circles. She gasped, digging her nails in deeper.

“Fuck me, fuck me!” She repeated the words, her hips moving against me. Her sex was so tight, so fucking hot, and her voice, and her nails down my back—

Lora let out a sharp cry. I felt her shaking, felt her wetness against my thighs. She squeezed me tighter.

White flooded my vision. The heat built, then broke inside me. I bit down on her collarbone.

I hadn’t gotten off that hard in a while.

Fuck.

I put my head down on her chest. Lora panted under me. I closed my eyes, just listening.

Her breathing slowed. Deepened. I knew she was asleep without looking.

I lifted myself off her, going into the bathroom to clean up. I came back to her room and stood there for a moment, just looking at her.

She had the most gorgeous, soft skin. Not a mark on her, except the redness from my bite. No major scars, only a few scattered freckles.

Not a single tattoo on her.

I wanted to touch every inch of her. Kiss her, lick her all over.

And I wanted to put a tattoo on her.

I sighed and bent, grabbing my phone from the pocket of my jeans. I unlocked it as I went to the bed.

Eleven texts, all from Kenzie. Shit.

You are SUCH A DICK

Are you at Lora’s?

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