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Banged: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book by Brill Harper (9)

Hillary

A RUSH OF MOISTURE dampens my panties. “Okay, yes. Both. Please.”

He looks at me carefully, like he’s not sure I’m really here. “I don’t want to scare you.”

“I kind of want to be scared. Don’t hold back with me, okay? Promise?”

He makes a low sound in the back of his throat. “I’m not sure I can hold back.”

“Then don’t.” I lower to my knees.

“Hillary—”

Using both my hands, I pull his shorts and underwear down slowly, cherishing the reveal of his giant, fat cock. I’ve dreamed about getting this close to it ever since that afternoon two months ago. Hell, probably longer than that. But that was when I got to see if for the first time. That’s when I knew I wanted to see it again.

It springs up, protruding from his body and resting mere inches from my face. A small, clear bead of pre-cum tops its slit. I lick my lips, and the fluid begins to trickle out more. I take his cock in both my hands because one hand won’t be able to fully close around the throbbing girth of him.

I had a little bit of false bravado going on the last few minutes, but it’s been replaced by feelings much stronger. Suddenly, every dirty story, every porno, every naughty desire is flashing in front of my brain. I’m discovering that I have an inner slut, she’s a bit cock-hungry, and I like her. I have a feeling Mac is going to like her too.

“I need to be used as much as I need to use you, Mac.” I stick my tongue out and lick the clear beads running down the underside of its swollen crown. His desire for me is delicious.

“Oh fuck. You don’t have to do this. Oh fuck.”

I circle the tip with my tongue. “I really want to, Mac.”

“Christ, that feels good.” He looks down at me and brushes the hair from my face. There’s so much going on in his gaze.

He’s spent the last three months respecting me, being my friend, my partner. But there’s a primal side he’s been keeping from me. I think if I can get him to let it out, it won’t wreck us like he thinks it will. I think it will make us stronger. I rub his dick on my face. Lovingly. Wantonly. I need it. I crave it.

“Hillary, are you sure?”

“Yep.” I pop just the tip of him in and out of my mouth quickly, like punctuation on my answer. “But Mac...” I remember that day on my couch. How hot he was for me. How much he liked it when I said I wanted him to do everything to me. Show me everything. Make me his plaything. I want him back there, in that headspace. I use his dick like lip balm, running it around my lips and then I lick my lips slowly, making sure he sees my enjoyment of him. “I’ve never done this before. Remember? I need you to teach me. I want to learn everything.”

He moans, clutching my face in one hand. He reaches down and takes my hand and wraps it firmly around his cock. It is hot and thick and hard and velvety smooth. With his hand around mine, he begins to stroke, teaching me a rhythm. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. So good.” After a few minutes, he leans forward and presses the tip of his dick to my lips. “In your mouth,” he demands, his voice deep and husky.

Oh fuck. I like it when he tells me what to do. He slides his fat cock into my mouth, the sensation overwhelming and intoxicating.

“Open your eyes,” he says. This command, made with authority, makes me shiver. “Look at me. Look into my eyes.”

The air shifts around us like we’re traveling someplace we can only go together. “That’s it. Keep looking at me. I want all your attention. You watch who’s fucking your mouth.”

I’m in some kind of trance. A cock trance, I guess. I never thought I would feel this connected. The eye contact with his cock in my mouth is almost too much. I want to retreat but know I can’t.

“Oh fuck,” he says with a hiss. “That sweet little mouth of yours...I want to fill it up.” He holds my head still as I swirl my tongue all over the hot surface of his crown. As he starts to roll his hips in slow circles, I let my lips follow the silky-smooth surface of his shaft as he forces more of it into my mouth.

His erection is rock hard, yet the surface feels velvety smooth against my lips. How can something be so hard and yet so soft at the same time? He moves his hands lovingly through my hair, directing me along his cock. It seems to grow a little bit harder and bigger as it throbs. I know he’s close. My own body is tingling all over.

“Yeah, baby, just like that...suck my cock the way I like it.”

The words ricochet around my head. I want every filthy naughty word he knows.

“Look at you with those pretty eyes looking at me while I fuck your mouth. What a good girl you are. You love my cock, don't you?”

“Mmmm.” The vibrations of my moan makes him tighten his hold on my head. The sheer size of his cock wildly turns me on, but it’s the way he’s starting to allow himself to let go with me that makes my pussy pulse with need. He slowly bucks his hips back and forth then starts full-on thrusts, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, stretching my lips tightly around his massive member.

“Oh God. Baby, you feel so good. I don’t want to come yet, but you’re going to make me, aren’t you? Naughty girl. So greedy. Are you ready for it? Are you going to swallow my come, sweet thing?”

I nod. I want it. I feel like some kind of junkie. I’ve fooled around with a few guys, but never swallowed. Never wanted to. But I want to know what it will feel like when I take him all the way, when his essence slides down my throat. God. I’m loving feeling so slutty.

“Oh fuck, Hillary...Fuck... here it comes!” he groans. Mac grunts loudly over and over, and the underside of his cock pulses against my tongue as it pumps jets of come. My mouth fills with him, and I have to swallow repeatedly to keep it from spilling out. I begin to think he'll never stop coming. I just keep swallowing. When he finally finishes, his dick starts to soften, and I lick it all over and let it fall from my mouth.

He’s breathing hard, his chest heaving up and down, and his cock lays heavily against his thigh. Wet and glistening.

“Oh, Jesus,” he pants. “Baby, that was amazing. I’ve never come that hard. Or that much. Are you okay?”

My chest fills with feminine pride. “I feel fantastic.”

“You just fucking wait.”