Page 46 of Just a Little Prick

“Surprise.” I grinned up at him.

I wasn’t wearing panties.

“Dirty girl.”

He slid two fingers between my thighs, finding my clit easily.

I moaned, digging my nails into his back. “Fuck me.”

He chuckled, his fingers moving in a slow circle. “Impatient.”

I was. I knew I was.

I needed him.

I needed him inside me right now.

I reached down and unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang out, and I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking.

Nice and slow.

Every stroke made me want him more.

Bradley only let me stroke him for a minute before he pushed my hand away, grunting softly. He shoved my jeans down the rest of the way and then bent, to wrap his arms around my legs, just below my ass. He lifted me up.

I kissed him hard as he carried me.

He set me down on the kitchen table. With one arm, he swept whatever was on it to the floor. I laughed.

“Nothing broke.” Bradley shrugged and guided me to lie down on my back, under him.

He looked so good like this. And now, he was all mine.

I smiled, spreading my legs for him.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom, then shoved his jeans down and stepped out of them.

“You look so good naked.” I tilted my head, taking him in.

“Yeah? So do you. You’re gorgeous.” He bent and kissed me, gentler than before.

I was so fucking lucky.

And horny. Definitely horny.

I shifted my hips on the table, legs spread wider. “Please?”

He didn’t make me wait.

He slid into me slowly, but not too slowly, filling me.

I hooked my legs around his waist.

He wasn’t going anywhere until I was satisfied.

I pulled him down into another kiss. He nipped at my lower lip. Slowly, his hips moved.

He drew back, then thrust forward, hard.

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