Page 69 of Red Snow
The wordfuckkeeps falling out of my mouth as she sucks my dick like a pro, licking the head at the perfect times in all the right ways, and after a few minutes, I’m more ready to fuck than ever.
I can’t wait another second, so I pull her up by her shoulders and snatch her pants down like their presence offends me. She squeals in delight as I forcefully turn her around and make her put her hands on the countertop, while I lift her leg up. I can basically see her pussy dripping with excitement as I slide myself into her.
She feels like heaven, and when I start gliding in and out of her, I don’t even think about it. I let my body go into autopilot, doing what it feels, and it feels like fucking like a porn star. Brandi has one foot on the floor, and I put the other leg on the countertop so I can focus on the damage I’m about to do. I pump in and out of her fast and hard, with absolutely no relent. Each and every stroke is filled with passion, and she screams with a voice that sounds like a cross between pain and pleasure.
“Goddamn it, Jarrod!” she yells into the countertop as I pound her from behind. “Yes, fuck me hard! Fuck me!”
She wants to be fucked, and all I want to do is fuck her. It’s the perfect scenario, and I don’t hold back a bit. I fuck Brandi from the back, slapping her ass over and over again, because I want to see her skin turn bright red. I want the neighbors living below me to hear her screams and have to wear earplugs to bed. Our bodies smack together, and it sounds like a storm erupting in my apartment. Each one of my ferocious strokes is lightning, and her guttural screams are the thunder.
“Yeah, tell me you fucking love this cock!” I yell at her as I slap her ass another time. “Fucking tell me!”
“Yes, yes! I love your cock, Jarrod! I love it. Fuck me!” she screams.
“You’re motherfucking right!” I bark, not holding back in the slightest. “I own this fucking pussy, don’t I?”
“Yes, you own it, Jarrod!”
“Who fucks you better than me?”
“Nobody! Nobody does! Nobody ever has! You’re the best!”
“Say it again,” I command, followed by another slap on her ass and more ruthless pounding. “Who’s the fucking best you ever had?”
“You! You’re the best!” she screams again, putting a huge smile on my face. Yeah, I’m the fucking best.
“That’s right. Keep saying it. Scream it!” I bellow as I fuck her pussy as hard as my muscles can go. I fuck her with everything I’ve got, pounding in and out of her pussy like this is the last time and I want her to remember it even after she’s dead.
“You’re the best, Jarrod!” she obeys. “You’re the best! The best! The fucking best! Fuck, I’m gonna come. You’re gonna make me come! You’re the best. You’re the . . . Fuck, I’m coming!”
“Yeah, come on my fucking dick!” I yell as she lets loose and comes harder than ever. Her leg drops off the counter and her knees buckle as the orgasm wrecks into her. I have to hold her upright while I keep fucking her, building up to my own orgasm as she comes down from hers. The tension builds higher and higher as I fuck harder and harder, and once it peaks, I pull my dick out of Brandi’s pussy and stroke my cock with my hand, shooting come all over her ass and back. “Holy fucking shit! Oh my god!”
“Yeah, come all over my ass!” she tells me as I come on her, feeling like I live in nirvana.
Both of us have to take a second to unscramble our thoughts after what we just did. Brandi snatches a paper towel off of the roll, and uses it to wipe my come off of her, while I pull my pants up and slowly traipse into the living room, collapsing onto the couch. After a minute to clean up, Brandi mirrors me.
“That was a nice way to end my crappy day,” I tell her through bated breath.
“Good,” she replies. “Glad I could be of service.”
“Oh yeah. Like I said before, you’re a pretty cool chick.”
We laugh together, and spend the next few minutes catching our breaths. Before too long, though, Brandi gets up and stands in front of me.
“Well, after the good conversation we just had and the even better sex, are we good?” she asks.
“We’re straight.”
“Good, because like I told you earlier, I’ve got an early day tomorrow. Pretrial. So, I’ve gotta go.”
“Okay, well call me when you have a chance,” I tell her, to which she smiles from ear to ear.
“I will,” she replies. “And I hope you catch your guy.”
“I will.”
“Of course you will. Okay, I’ll talk to you tomorrow then.”
“Great.”
She doesn’t kiss me, even though it looks like she wants to. Instead, she smiles again, blows me a kiss, and walks out.
I watch her as she goes, wondering what this thing with her is turning into. I haven’t talked to Stacey about getting closure yet, but I know it’s what I need, and I do plan on doing it. Getting that closure isn’t about being with Brandi. It’s about finding peace within myself, so that I can be happy. The possibility of being with Brandi is just a byproduct of that peace. So, I embrace what’s to come.
Tomorrow, I’ll call Stacey and see what she has to say. Then I’ll start doing the thing that I think it’s time I do. I’ll start moving on. To what? I don’t know. As long as I’m moving.
