Page 107 of Brutal Collateral

I catch my breath and huff out, “Good? That was the best fucking blow job of my life.”

I yank her by the bleached-blonde hair to get her to sit on my lap and into the pile of cum. “Who fucking taught you to give head like that?”

“That good, huh?” She grinds on my dick.

“Fuck, baby. I need time to recover.”

She stands up, and I stare at her body in awe. This woman’s tight stomach and shadows of a six-pack turn me inside out.

I’m impressed by her dedication and how she wants to do a job only a handful of people will have. Fuck, that’s so hot. Some men want meek things tied to their bed. Not me. Maybe because my ma is a ballbuster and my da gives her license.

Okay, can’t think about Ma. Ick.

Hadleigh bends over, giving me a heart attack, but in her grasp is my tie. My one tie. She fished it out of my suitcase, I’ve been living here in this waterfront motel. Every night, I come back here alone to jerk off thinking about a woman I’d never thought I’d fuck.

But here she is. With my cum all over her face.

“Ever been tied up while a woman rides your cock?” she asks.

“No,” I answer. “I like touching.”

“Live a little,” she says, grabbing my hands.

Before I can stop her, she’s wrapped both my wrists with some freakishly complicated sailor knot and ties the other end to the headboard finial.

I yank on it, thinking the finial will pop right off. It doesn’t.

It’s unsettling. But it’s also new. That brings my cock right back to life as she swings her legs across my waist and grabs another condom. After sliding it on my renewed hard-on, she guides my cock right into her pussy.

“Now be a good boy and make me come. I have a few more hours to play.”

I’d love to have a woman who would fuck me like this for the rest of my life. Hadleigh loves dick, loves taking it down her throat, and deep in her cunt. What about her ass? I don’t know if I’ll have time for that.

Yet, I have a feeling this woman is the one.

I’ll never see her again, but I KNOW I’ll never forget her...

I shudder awake in a cold sweat and roll over to check my phone. Breathing in relief that it’s Saturday, I flop onto my back, figuring out what to do for fifteen minutes before I get out of this damn bed. My cock aches for release, as it does most mornings because I keep having that dream.

And that wildcat I never thought I’d see again is sleeping in the same bed, but has that damn clown between us so I don’t touch her.

I wouldn’t normally shower before meeting my brothers for our monthly soccer game, but I can’t fucking play with my dick this hard and I won’t jerk off with her next to me.

Grunting, I push out of bed and hike to the bathroom with my sleep pants low on my hips. My cock rubs against the fleece fabric, teasing me.

Inside the bathroom, I walk in on Ava, not realizing she’s in here. She’s so small compared to that freak toy she chained to the bed. She covers up quickly with a satin robe. But I saw fucking skin.

“Sorry. Just needed to brush my teeth.” She holds the robe closed, her eyes roaming every inch of my chest. Until they travel south and start blinking, locked in on my dick pulsing under her hungry gaze.

“Need the bathroom to pee?” she says with snark, thinking I’m sporting morning wood.

“I need the shower to jerk off.”

Her jaw drops. “Brutal honesty.”

“You asked.” I pass her and press my cock into her back. “Excuse me.”

She spins around. “You did that on purpose!”

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