Page 8 of Hendrix

I grabbed the condom, turned, and stalked through the crowd, following the redhead who waited near the long corridor where the locker rooms were situated. Light streamed through as she opened the double doors, walked through, and disappeared.

My stride turned into a jog and I caught the door just before it closed and slipped through, my eyes falling on the back of the woman a few feet ahead.

Her steps faltered, and she craned her neck to peer at me over her shoulder.

“Keep walking,” I ordered, taking in the blue eyes that I wished more than anything were hazel. “Last room on the right. Get inside and lift your dress.”

“Don’t you even wanna know my name?” she threw back over her shoulder.

I took in the sway of her ass, likening it to another and sadly finding it lacking, but then I always found them lacking because they weren’t her. Anna’s ass was perfect, like a ripe peach. High, firm, and so juicy it made my mouth water.

“Does it matter?” I asked, absentmindedly tracking her movements.

She stopped at the door of my locker and swiveled her neck to face me. “I guess not.”

Approaching the door, I pushed it open while at the same time grabbing her elbow and tugging her inside the locker room. “Lift your skirt and bend over the massage table,” I ordered, pulling my shorts down until my already hard cock sprang free.

Winning a fight always made me want to fuck. It must’ve been a testosterone thing because the brothers were the same. The club girls were never busier than on fight night, and usually, I was the first one there, except the girl I’d been railing on the regular had started to get ideas, which was why I was here with a fight groupie, about to play a game of make-believe that she was the woman I really wanted.

Was it an asshole move?

Yes.

Did I give a fuck?

Not one.

Sex, for me, was transactional. I fucked redheads I could pretend wereherwhile they got the bragging rights of being with the prez of the local biker club and the undefeated champion of the local underground boxing ring.

They didn’t know me, my hopes, or my dreams, and they didn’t care about who I was inside or what I needed. It suited me because, well... same.

I ripped the condom packet open with my teeth and rolled the thin latex over my cock. My fingers went to the redhead’s pussy, and I slid them through to test how ready she was. She must’ve got off on watching me fight because she was soaked.

Grabbing her hips, I tugged her ass closer and eased my cock inside until I was seated as deep as I could go.

“Yes,” she moaned, twisting her neck so she could peer back at me.

Leaning forward, I grabbed a handful of her hair, forced her face forward again, and rasped, “Don’t look at me.”

Pulling my hips back, I drove into her again, probably harder than I should have. My hand moved lower and pressed hard on her clit until she moaned. I closed my eyes, already getting into the fantasy she was a different redhead. My balls immediately took notice and began to tingle. I pumped harder, my fingers gathering her wetness and using it to smoothly circle her clit.

She whimpered her pleasure, and the walls of her cunt clenched my cock so forcefully that my eyes rolled in the back of my head.

My heart wrenched at the memories assaulting me. A woman’s smiling face flashed through my mind. Shining, copper-red hair. Kaleidoscope hazel eyes and full, plump, smiling pink lips appeared in my mind's eye, making my cock kick at the memory of being insideher.

“Freckles,” I whispered under my breath.

Her face flashed behind my eyes, and her voice murmured inside my mind,I love the feel of you inside me. Fuck me harder, Jamie.

I gritted my teeth and thrust harder into the woman, making her groan. My head fell back, and I blocked out the sound of the whimpers filling the room. My hips thrust harder into the slick, wet cunt, and my fingertips furiously rubbed the woman’s clit until her clenching pussy clamped my cock like a vise, and she let out a cry as she came.

My balls pulled tight, and I fucked her hard through her orgasm. My fingers left her pussy, and I grabbed her hips, grinding into her so savagely that she squealed. The sensation of her cunt contracting around my cock ignited a tingle in my spine, and I knew I was about to blow.

I circled my hips, grinding into her. The build-up hit my gut, and I felt my cum shoot into the condom. My hips lost all rhythm, and I moaned, jerking uncontrollably while I filled the latex covering my dick.

Seconds later, I opened my eyes, eased my cock from the redhead’s pussy, slipped off the condom, and knotted the top of it tightly.

It was crazy. Back in the day, making love to Anna brought on feelings of closeness and left me feeling buoyant, like I could rule the world.

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