HAPPIEST WHEN HORNIEST (Five Rough Hardcore Erotica Shorts) by Jane Kemp, Nancy Brockton, Julie Bosso, Debbie Brownstone, Cindy Jameson Read Free Book Online Page A

forward and pulled her to him, smothering the words with his mouth.  She was shocked as she felt his tongue push into her mouth and even more shocked to find her hands around his shoulders.  She was still pissed at him.  In fact, she was even angrier now, but he held her and kissed her and she kissed him back.
    She was still angry when he moved his hands to small of her back.  She felt his tongue moving in her mouth and sucked at it.  She was still angry when she felt his hands gripping her ass and she moaned against his lips.  She was still angry when he lifted her up by her ass and she wrapped her legs around his waist, and she was still angry as he carried her to his bedroom, never taking his mouth off of her.  She was angry when he tossed her onto the bed that didn’t even have sheets on it yet.  She was angry when he took off his t-shirt, even though she let out a sigh when she saw how his muscles rippled.  When he climbed on the bed and roughly pulled her shirt off her, she got even angrier, but her “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” ended up as “What the—” as his mouth closed on hers again.
    His hands squeezed her breasts, and she let out a sigh as he pinched her nipples.  He kept his mouth on hers as he reached down and deftly unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down her jeans.  He pulled his mouth off so he could get her jeans all the way down.  When he saw her bare pussy, he said, “You really needed to get fucked.  Jesus, no panties.”
    She sat bolt upright and then rose to her knees.  “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but I—” His mouth cut her off again, and she was pissed at him and pissed at herself that each time he kissed her, the anger didn’t seem as important.  She could feel him maneuvering, and by the time he climbed back on the bed and took his mouth from hers, his pants were off.  Her eyes opened wide at the size of him.  He reached out and took her head, pulling her forward, and she leaned in to kiss him, but he pushed her downward.  She was pissed at him, and now his cock was only inches from her face.  “I’m not gonna—” This time, it wasn’t his lips on her mouth that shut her up.
    He held the back of her head, gathering her hair together as he pushed in and out of her mouth.  She still felt angry as she put her hand on his shaft and began moving it in time with her mouth.  He let go of her hair, and even though she was angry, she didn’t stop.  She moved her mouth up and down flicking at the head with her tongue.  She took her hand off his shaft and rubbed his balls as she pushed herself all the way down until his cock pressed against her throat and she gagged a little.  She pulled her mouth off, pissed off at him for making her gag, but she began to stroke him again, and noticing his balls, she put her mouth underneath and began to lick at him.  She looked up at him and he seemed like nothing more than a teenage boy, guiltily experimenting with the next door neighbor girl.  She found her anger disappearing and her gaze on him softening.
    Of course, that only lasted for a moment because he pulled away from her and pushed her onto her back and she was pissed at him all over again.  She scowled at him, but she adjusted her hips upward as he pulled her ankles apart and pushed into her.  He was nice and big, and she gasped as he slipped in, smiling at him.  Then, she was really angry that he had made her smile, and when he leaned over and she wrapped her legs around his waist and grasped at his shoulders as he moved on top of her, she felt the anger welling up as she pulled up against him with her legs and pushed up against him with her hips.  Bastard!  Asshole!
    It felt amazing as he pushed in and out of her, and she moaned against him, kissing and licking his earlobes and nibbling his neck.  “Oh, God!  Yes, fuck me!  Fuck me…fuck…me…”  She realized she didn’t know his name and it pissed her off.  She got