Page 11 of Bratty Badboys

I patted her cute butt when she stood up. I watched her get dressed, my cock hard as a rock in my boxers. I helped her smooth over her stunning deep blue dress, and when she looked around for something, I smirked.

“Looking for these?” I asked innocently, dangling a red piece of lace.

She reached to get it, but I raised my arm higher, smiling down at her.

“Caleb.” Her tone was so sweet when she was reprimanding me. I wanted to hear it more. Hear her beg for my name.

“Hm? What happened?” I asked, my voice aloof.

Anna narrowed her eyes at me, so I said, “You can’t blame me for keeping these for… safe keeping? I’ll think about you when I jerk off into your torn panties.”

“Y-you.” Her eyes widened and a red flush covered her cheeks and neck as she lightly smacked my chest. “You are so…” she shook her head and turned away, hiding her face.

I grinned. I was going to do terrible filthy things to her soon until she forgot her own name from pleasure.

“Drink this,” I gave her a bottle of water and touched her forehead to check her temperature. “The effects of the aphrodisiac we had would only last for an hour, but call me if you feel weird. Or if you need a good fuck.”

She sputtered, wiping her lips and keeping the water bottle down. “Be good,” she said, donning her heels and looking at me with stern eyes.

I leaned down and kissed her lips. “Try not to get too wet thinking about me, pretty.”

She rolled her eyes and gasped when I smacked her ass. She looked over her shoulder and mumbled ‘trouble’ before leaving me alone in her hotel room.

I sighed and looked down at the tent in my boxers. “You’re a lucky bastard,” I said to myself and lowered my underwear.

I had promised to use her panties and didn’t want to disappoint Anna. But I was not an animal who would ruin her pretty thong.

With a brilliant idea, I smirked and flipped open my phone and searched for a song starring a certain someone. My cock swelled with just one look of her hips. I settled on the bed which still smelled like her perfume.

“Look at those hips, fuck,” I mumbled wrapping my hand around my length. Giving it a small squeeze before grabbing her panties and opening the camera on my phone to record.

“Your pussy smells like heaven, pretty,” I said, groaning when her scent wafted in my nose. I pressed her panties against my nose making sure the camera was angled my way. My head burned with the memories of her plush thighs trembling on my shoulder as I ate her out and my cock throbbed with need. Beads of glistening pre-cum leaked on my abs when I pulled out my tongue, and I licked her panties, wishing I could taste her again.

“Fuck,” I moaned, cupping my dick with her panties and hand. Her red thong looked so pretty against my pulsing veins and piercing. I pumped myself slowly, squeezing my shaft before flicking my eyes to the camera and showing the screen how hard I was.

“Look what you do to me, gorgeous,” I whispered, licking my lips. “Look how well I’m taking care of your pretty panties, hm—fuck.”

I exhaled slowly as my abs clenched, hips jerking in my fist. I swiped my thumb over the slit, touching the piercing before hissing and stroking my cock.

“Ah—I want to fuck you so fucking bad,” I whimpered, the feel of her lace thong on my sensitive skin was too much. My hand lowered to my balls, fondling and tugging them until I was just on the edge.

“Should I keep your torn pretty thong clean so you can give me another because I’m a good boy?” I asked the camera, my hair falling forward and caressing my cheek. “Or should I ruin it with my cum, so you’ll have to give me another one because I’m a bad boy, hm?” I played with my lip piercing, poking it with my tongue and closed my eyes.

“Fuck.” I don’t remember being so fucking horny for anyone else, but one look from her or even her video and I’m ready to jizz in my pants. “Your mouth would feel so good right now, pretty.”

I looked at the camera again, so fucking close, and said, “You know what I’m thinking about? Your hips. Your pretty curves and biting them, marking them before I fuck you and mark you from the inside too.” More pre-cum leaked out, adding lubrication to the sweet friction between her panties, my hand and my cock. “You’d like that, yeah? Don’t worry, I’ll make it worthwhile, pretty.”

“Fuck, Anna,” I moaned her name, biting my lip when my balls went tight. Her panties were wet with my pre-cum as I kept stroking, increasing my pace. Sounds of my groans hovered in the room. My abs clenched as I thrusted into my fist, coming all over my hand, abs and her panties. I let out a low grunt and kept pumping all the cum out of me until her panties were ruined.

I blew out a long breath. That was one of the best orgasms I had for a long time, and I knew if she was here, it’d have been out of this world. I smirked at the camera, knowing it recorded everything, especially her now-ruined torn panties. I held my phone close to my face.

“I’ll see you soon, pretty,” I winked and ended the video before looking at the mess I had made.

“Hope it’s fucking soon,” I mumbled before walking in the shower to clean myself up.

If she didn’t keep her promise, then I knew how to find her. Hope she keeps it up before I decide to play dirty and have her gasping beneath me.

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