Wicked End (3 page)

“Oh wow!” She leaned back a bit and stared at the clear blue sky. “I gotta get me one of these.” She knew one day she would be able to afford a better car than the old beater she had.

He laughed. “Copycat.” Then he quickly jabbed her in the side.

“Keep that up, and I’ll get you back.”

He did it again.

“Really? You want pay back huh?”

With a snicker, he poked her again.

“That’s it!” She reached over and tore open his button fly. Then she pulled his rock hard cock out and smiled at the pre-cum already oozing out. “Can you drive like this?” She took off her seat belt and swallowed all eight inches without stopping.

Brandon groaned as he moved his arm so he could reach the gearshift. “Oh fuck, Tink, I can’t do this.” The car swerved a bit as he tried to concentrate on both things. He moaned loudly when she bobbed her head as she sucked on him hard. “You’re gonna make me cum. I haven’t jerked off yet.”

She smiled a little, wanting him to cum before they got to his place. Then she took him deep again, moving her head so the tip rubbed the back of her throat.

“Oh, God, please, wait till we get home.” He grabbed the wheel harder as the car swerved again. Then when they were at a good speed, he reached under her skirt and shoved three fingers into her pussy. “An eye for an eye you know.”

Mackenzie sighed as he thrust his fingers hard and fast. It had been a few days since she had been with anyone. Right away, it started working. Then suddenly, as she held just the head of his erection tightly in her mouth, she cried out.

“Damn I missed that,” Brandon uttered. His fingers were soaked while her pussy convulsed around them. Then he looked down and groaned. “You know I like that, fuck!”

She was running her tongue up the length of him while she looked up at him. Then she dragged it across the tip and around the rim before taking it all again, sucking like a mad woman.

Maybe a minute later, he shouted, “Goddamn you, girl!”

He knew he was almost there and started pounding her pussy harder while he tried to drive in a straight line, not very successfully. There was a lot of beeping and cars going around them.

Someone yelled, “Get the fuck outta the way!”

She sucked hard as she pressed her tongue across the tip while his moans and groans got even louder. Her hand squeezed harder as her second orgasm started to build. She moaned while her lips pursed tightly around his shaft and couldn’t move. Then the wave hit her, and she let out a garbled scream.

“Fuck!” Brandon yelled while his load shot out. He could feel her clenching his fingers and dick at the same time. That made it so much sweeter.

Mackenzie swallowed and slowly pumped his cock, trying to get it all. Out of breath, she looked up and uttered. “Baby, you got the best tasting cum in the US.”

He laughed. “Really? So how many have you had by now?”

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

For a second, he felt a pang of jealousy. “I thought you don’t kiss other guys.”

“I only kiss you. I promise. I just meant I ain’t telling you.” She eyed the large wet spot on her seat. “You got a towel?”

He pointed in the back at a dirty shirt. “Just use that. God that felt good.” He heard her wiping the seat then smiled as she buckled herself back in. “I missed you so much more than I thought.”

It was a soft confession, so she didn’t catch it. Lately he had been yearning for more from her. He glanced at her and sighed. She had told him long ago, she would never make a commitment, because that was how you got hurt. He understood that. The one person he ever loved left him.
Not gonna do this now!

Then Mackenzie’s phone beeped. She pulled it out of her purse and frowned for a second. When her face lit up, she put her hand over his. “I can stay!”

He glanced at her. “Huh?”

My flight was rescheduled for ten in the morning.” She excitedly explained. “Some tropical storm in the Atlantic may hit tonight, and the airport is closing as a precaution. I can spend the night. Damn, I miss sleeping in your arms.”

He exhaled loudly, having that same thought go through his head. He loved how she snuggled up to him before drifting off. Then he realized it wasn’t going to work. “My flight leaves at eight.”

“I’ll go to the airport when you have to and wait. Don’t worry.”

“Mmmm.” A great feeling came over Mackenzie while she dreamt of standing in front of a classroom of people. She could feel hands on her breasts, but was confused as to whose they were.

Then she heard, “I love how tight you are in the morning.”

Her eyes opened, and she smiled. Brandon was on top of her, thrusting slow and deep. “Love waking up to you like this,” she whispered.

“Me too.” He leaned down and kissed her lips. “Wish we had more time for each other. I hate waiting months to fuck you. You’re the only one who truly satisfies me.” His mouth moved to her neck, and he nibbled a trail up to her ear before running his tongue around it.

Mackenzie moaned. It was her weak spot. “Baby, fuck me harder!”

Brandon didn’t say a word, just held her tighter and started ramming his cock into her as hard as he could. She grabbed his hair in one hand and his side in the other, pulling and scratching at the same time. That felt incredible to him, told him how good she felt.

“Uh!” She thrust her hips up in time to his rhythm, finally awake enough and knowing she was about to orgasm. “Brandon… baby… oh… no one’s like you.”

He ground his pelvis into hers and rotated his hips a few times. Then he moaned as she screamed and tensed up within. Her ejaculate covered his balls, and he closed his eyes. He could always make her cum hard and knew it had to do with their deep connection.

“I missed you so much,” Mackenzie uttered as her body recovered.

She reached up for his lips, needing to feel that something special that he gave her. He leaned down and met her mouth, hungrily stroking her tongue with his. She sighed as his hips pushed against hers, their kissing getting stronger. He held her face, and she pulled him closer by the hair. It was better than ever.

They moaned together as they ground into one another, their lips rarely parting. Neither of them wanted the morning to end; wanted neither to leave, nor to wait weeks or months to be together again.

Mackenzie gasped and whispered, “Brandon, oh, God, Brandon.” Her finger caressed his cheek as her back arched. The flight delay was a gift.

As soon as Brandon felt her body relax enough, he rolled them over. Then he looked up at her smiling face. “Ride me rough, Tink.” He sighed with anticipation as she gripped his shoulders then called out her name when she slammed down hard on him.

She held onto him tight and went as fast and hard as she could, while he kept her breasts from bouncing. After a few minutes, she felt sweat trickling down the side of her face. She always put her all into it for him. It was tiring, but worth the look of pleasure on his face.

Out of nowhere, she cried out, “Baby, holy shit!” Spasms washed over her entire body, causing her to slow down. A whimper escaped her lips while they became overwhelming. Only he could do that to her. Her whole body quivered, including her soul.

Brandon felt her squirt all over him and moaned, loving the sensation. Then he saw the look in her eyes and slid his hands up her back. Beads of sweat ran over his fingers, and he realized just how much she had been working to please him. “You wanna switch?”

“No,” she replied, still riding him, but slowly. “Just gimmie a minute.”

He clutched her ass when her hips lifted once again then his head went back as she quickly came back down, clenching within just enough to drive him crazy. She knew everything he liked, and he knew the same about her. Twelve years of amazing sex was hard to come by, but it was better every time for him.

Mackenzie dug her nails into his shoulders, pounding him harder and harder with each ragged breath. Her hair was wet, and she felt trails of moisture on her chest and all over her back. She ignored her aching thighs, and her head hung down, allowing her hair to fall around his face.

She grinned as she heard Brandon’s breathing get faster. Then he got louder. She knew what was next. His timing couldn’t have been better. Her own moans had started coming one after the other, the pleasure building quickly. She knew it would be explosive.

“Oh Fuck!” Brandon shouted. Then he gripped her hard, pulling her hips down.

Mackenzie leaned down enough to kiss his lips and his arms pulled her even closer. Then she cried out into his mouth. His cock let out several bursts deep inside of her while her pussy convulsed with an intense rhythm. Letting each other go wasn’t an option. Neither of them could even move for a few minutes.

When he could, Brandon brushed her matted hair away from her face and looked into her eyes. “You’re so amazing. I love how you make me feel.”
What is it about her that’s so different?

“Make it last, baby,” she whispered. “It must be getting late.”

He kissed her lips softly. “I got you up early, no worries.”

Mackenzie sighed. “I need to shower and make a few calls.”

She got to her knees and glanced down at his naked body, most of it covered in tattoos. She ran her hands over his arms, smiling at the subtle pattern most did not pick out. Each arm told the story of one of his favorite fantasy trilogies. He never got a tattoo unless it had meaning. A lone finger trailed down his chest and over his abdomen where there were two fiery skulls. She passed that and went on to his thighs, each adorned with large tribal patterns.

“There’s something between them waiting for you.” He used his pelvic muscles to make his half-hard dick jump. “If you lick it, I might tattoo your name on it.”

Knowing he was teasing her, she licked it from base to tip. When his eyes opened wide, she smirked. Then she bit her lip and traced the tattoo sometimes partly hidden by his pubic hair. He had shaved it off for her. It was an arrow pointing down and it said,
Tink’s cock!

“I can’t believe you got me to do that.” He grinned.

She grabbed his thighs. “Mine’s worse.”

He grabbed her arms and pushed her onto her belly. “Yeah, but a bet’s a bet.” He spread her legs and ran a finger up her inner thigh. “Brandon was here,” he read aloud. Then he moved to the other side. “Best cock ever!”

“You gloat too much.” She feigned annoyance, but she loved explaining who Brandon was. Most men were thrilled to screw her knowing he had done it also.

He leaned over her body, turning her to her side a bit. “This one—” he licked the top of the tattoo on her right shoulder, “—is fucking hot!”

His tongue traveled down to where the forest design ended at her hip, expanding from her breast to her spine. At the very bottom was Tinker Bell. He did the same up her other side, sliding over the bloody rose vine that snaked up her body. She had gotten that for her Dad. Reluctantly, he thought of his own string of bloody roses, on the opposite side of his body. He tensed, memories beginning.
Not gonna happen now.
He shook his head and pushed the thought away. Sex would make him forget.

He shoved his cock into her roughly. “You can take a shower later. I’m gonna cum deep inside you again,” he whispered in her ear while he thrust as intensely as possible. “My juices are gonna be dripping out of you all day. I’ll be the only thing on your mind.”

She moaned, enjoying his rhythm and knew he was right. He had cum inside her three times already. It was going to be an interesting flight.

Brandon wanted to give her even more incentive to meet him some place on the road. He knew she loved it from behind, but she seemed to need kissing, so he hadn’t had her in that position.

“God, Brandon!” Mackenzie screamed while his hips smacked into her ass full force.

He kept up the pace, and she cried out again, clutching the sheet beneath her and holding on for dear life. That position always made her cum more. It took only a few more seconds for it to wash over her again.

“Too much!” she shouted.

Brandon snickered. “OK, then how about this?” He quickly got to his knees and yanked her to hers. Shocked, she put her hands out and landed on all fours, exactly how he expected her to. “Hold on tight, Tink.” Then he grabbed her waist and started pounding her.

Immediately, Mackenzie called out his name and felt like her knees were going to buckle. Fluid was running down her legs fast, and she could hear the slapping sounds had changed because of it.

“I wish… I could… make you… pass out… again,” Brandon said brokenly, his breath labored. “You… got… the best… pussy… ever.” Then he groaned, feeling her orgasm yet again. “Fuck… that… feels good.”

She knew it was going to happen just before she collapsed. There was no strength left in her legs to hold herself up. “I can’t,” she mumbled, sprawled out on her belly again.

Brandon pulled out and flipped her over. “Don’t worry. I got it.” He lay down on her and put his hands under her shoulders. “I want you to still feel me inside you next week,” he whispered.

She ran her fingers through his sweat soaked hair. “When I close my eyes, I can always feel you, baby.”

“Good.” He pushed back into her. “I can feel you too. Life kinda sucks without you. So when I think about mornings like this, it helps me through the day.” His lips met hers. They kissed slowly while he thrust gently, allowing her to catch her breath.

Within minutes, Brandon was back to pounding her pussy with wild abandon. He knew he wouldn’t have sex for a while and needed to take advantage of their time together. It didn’t take long for him to feel like he was going to burst.

When sweat started dripping down on her, Mackenzie looked up. Brandon’s eyes had closed, and he was gritting his teeth. That meant he was trying not to cum. She ran her hands up his sides and got a loud moan in return. It drove him nuts, and she knew it.

Then Brandon grunted. “Shit!” He held her close and ground his pelvis against hers. “Oh damn!” He sighed as his load spurted out. “Tink… uh.”

“Wow do we need a shower,” Mackenzie uttered when Brandon rolled off her almost ten minutes later.