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  He took the hint and raised his ass to where she could tug his jeans down around his knees.

  She rubbed his dick though the dark fabric of his Calvin Klein briefs, wondering if Allison had picked them out. Most of the time when guys wore designer drawers it was their girlfriend doing the shopping.

  Well, except for his metrosexual brother who she’d spotted in the men’s underwear department at Macy’s. Not that she’d personally seen Dylan’s choice in briefs since his mom picked out his tidy withies when they had dated in their early teen. She’d dumped him after she’d turned sixteen and finally gotten the Dalton she’d always wanted.

  After getting the noticeable desired bulge in his briefs she had no trouble in sliding them down to make his cock spring to life. His dick was nothing compared to his daddy’s, but then again they didn’t call Billy the “Texas Stud” for nothing. She had yet to see anything quite that huge, as least not in person.

  She ran her tongue down his shaft and looked up at him with her hand wrapped around his dick. “If you so much as put a scratch on my car I swear I’ll bite your dick off.”

  “I’ll pull over if it gets too intense.” He grabbed her by the hair, guiding her mouth back to his dick.

  Chapter 4

  Intense was exactly what it got and way too quick for his liking.

  She had him right on the edge, ready to slam on the breaks to pull over, when she backed off. Slowing her pace, lapping at his dick like she was working a popsicle on a hot summer day.

  Damn, she was good.

  That slow tease thing with her tongue reigned in his self-control, at least until she went to work on his balls, sucking them into her mouth, all the while keeping a steady hand on his shaft.

  He reached over and pulled up her skirt to reveal her perfect round ass. Not a tan line in sight. He popped her butt, making her take all his cock in her mouth. He ran his hand a little lower and found she was already wet. His fingers slid right into her pussy where he could finger fuck her to make her squirm with pleasure.

  “You almost gave me a boner right in the middle of the ring when I saw you weren’t wearing any panties.”

  “I know I gave you one on the way back from the ring.” She looked up at him, running her tongue up the shaft of his cock.

  He responded by working her clit with his finger. She was so sleek and smooth down there and dripping wet. He pulled his hand back to swat her ass and right on cue she went back to deep throating him. To reward her he went back to fingering her clit until she trembled with her first orgasm.

  Her moans of pleasure added to the stimulation of her mouth wrapped around his cock. He hit the brakes just in time, pulling over to the side of the road and cumming in her mouth.

  She licked him clean, swallowing every drop.

  Chapter 5

  The guilt didn’t kick in until he noticed the message light flashing on his phone when they pulled over at the next store.

  He lagged behind, watching Courtney strut towards the bathroom. As usual every male with a pulse took notice of that incredible body of hers. When she disappeared into the ladies room he held down the 1 on his phone to see who had called.

  Allison – ‘Hey, I just got off work and hate sleeping by myself. Love you.’

  How, fucking sweet.

  He felt like a total heel, especially when Charlie’s big green Cadillac pull into the parking lot. He spilt the protein powder he was adding to his shaker when Vlad got out of the car. Bryson ducked his head, concentrating on pouring his skim milk into the shaker. There was no way not to be noticed standing by Courtney’s 1969 red Corvette. It wasn’t every day you say a Stingray convertible in such perfect condition.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Vlad said, approaching the vintage car.

  He tried to play it cool. “You know how Courtney is about bridges and we were going over our match, planning some new spots for tomorrow night.”

  “Considering who you’re working this weekend, I ain’t a buying that story.”

  “You know I hate bridges,” Courtney said, sidling up beside him. “And we were both pissed at Billy for taking off with that little rat.”

  “She’s a better liar than you are.” He headed toward the store before turning around. “You’d better not be doing anything more than riding to the hotel together.”

  “Like I’d do him?” Courtney snorted with laughter. “Please? I have better taste than that.”

  Chapter 6

  “You know that’s Allie’s uncle, don’t you?” Bryson asked.

  “Big fucking deal.” Courtney got into the driver’s seat of her Vette. “I bet you weren’t thinking about her when I was sucking your dick.”

  Unfortunately, she was right.

  Bryson considered grabbing his bag and catching a ride with Charlie and Vlad.

  Well, at least for all of about two seconds.

  No way did he want Vlad grilling him about what had happened after driving over that bridge. For one thing, he respected the man too much to even attempt to try to get away with lying to him. And as soon as they got to that Holiday Inn he was going to find Dylan and stay in his room even if it meant having to turn his back and listen to his kid brother entertaining his rat de jour.

  “Hang on a minute.” He got out of the car and went into the liquor store and bought a half pint of overpriced Jack Daniels, one affinity he did share with his dad, and then he went next door to fill a fountain cup about a third of the way full of Diet Coke.

  Courtney took off before he could fasten his seatbelt, much less open the bottle of Jack. She drove like she trained in the gym and worked in the ring with full on intensity, pushing the car way over the speed limit. They were on the outskirts of Myrtle Beach before he’d finished his drink.

  “You’d better slow down, this whole tourist area is a speed trap.” He warned, all the whole admiring the cut of her triceps.

  She skidded into the parking lot of the Surfside Inn and pulled around to the back of the lot, backing into a parking place facing the beach.

  “This isn’t where we’re supposed to be staying,” he said after downing the last of his drink.

  “No shit.” She laughed, getting out of the car and coming around to open his door. “Do you really want the whole crew to hear me screaming all night?”

  She reached for his hand, pulling him out of the car. “For a dive, this place is awesome. They even have those tacky vibrating beds and look at the view.”

  The deserted beach did look like like a shot off a postcard with the moonlight flickering off the surf. The view got even better when she pulled off her tank top and tossed it into the car. Her nipples jutted through the black lace leaving next to nothing to his imagination.

  Courtney eased onto the trunk, hiking up her skirt and spreading her legs to reveal her freshly waxed pussy.

  “Come here.” She beckoned like the serpent offering the poisonous apple. “I want you to do me right here.”

  There wasn’t a man alive that could have said no to a hot blond posed like that on a vintage car. She looked like every man’s fantasy come to life.

  He couldn’t resist stepping just a little closer to trace the outline of her nipples against the lace before cupping her breasts in his hands.

  She went for the zipper of his jeans, and like a dumb struck fool he didn’t resist when she slid his already hard cock deep into her wet pussy.

  Wrapping her legs around his waist, she cooed, “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

  And fuck her is exactly what he did ramming his dick into her with her meeting him thrust for thrust.

  He bit into her nipple through the lace and she arched her back and let out a contented sigh.

  “Harder,” she demanded.

  Not sure which part he meant he latched onto her nipple and grabbed onto her ass shoving his dick as deep has he could get.

  She screamed so loud he went for her mouth to try to kiss her quiet. Her pussy throbbed with wave after wave of pleasure, s
ending him over the edge right along with her.

  “Go get us a room,” she ordered, still gasping for breath. “One facing the beach.”

  It wasn’t until he zipped back up that he realized they had been so caught up in the moment neither of them had remembered to use a condom. Not only had he cheated on his girl, he’d just had unprotected sex with a known nympho.

  Allie was on the pill and they were supposed to be monogamous so he never had any reason to buy condoms. If he had any sense he’d call his brother to come get him. Unfortunately, this was turning out to be one of those nights where his dick had a mind of its own.

  Luckily, there was a condom display by the front desk so he added a large box of Trojans to the cost of a room with a vibrating king size bed.

  Chapter 7

  While Bryson took a shower Courtney picked up his cell phone and toyed with the idea of calling Allison to give her a sexual play-by-play of her boyfriend’s evening.

  Nah, she put the phone down, deciding it would be much more fun to confront Allison in person. She might not be able to ever get Billy all to herself, but Bryson would definitely be attainable, especially when her only competition was that fat ass prude. How Allison had gotten hired as a Hooters Girl, Courtney would never know.

  It might not be the Dalton dick that she wanted, but they did have awesome chemistry together at the ring and Bryson so far had proved to be a decent fuck. Now that her daddy had moved to Atlanta, she hated staying all alone in that new condo. She didn’t have anyone to ride to shows with and with all the heat she’d been getting it was getting dangerous driving her Corvette to the buildings. She’d beat the shit out of anyone she ever caught vandalizing that car.

  By the time she got done with Bryson he was gonna be so pussy whipped he wouldn’t ever want to go home to Allison. There wasn’t a bitch on the planet who could out fuck or fight her.

  Might as well get to work, and hop in the shower with him. She got naked only to find out he’d locked the bathroom door.

  So much for that idea.

  Courtney spruced up her makeup, applying a heavy coat or the reddest lipstick in her makeup bag. After stripping off the tacky plaid bedspread, she sprawled out on the sheets and channel flipped to ESPN.

  Nothing like a little Sportscenter blowjob to get a guy in the mood.

  Bryson came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his long dark hair hanging loose down his back. When he bent over his bag Courtney couldn’t help but admire the sweep of his broad shoulders with beads of water still dripping down his smooth tanned skin.

  Fuck! He was hot!

  She made a grab for the towel before he could find a pair of clean briefs. She couldn’t help taking a step back to admire the tight curve of his bare ass.

  “Hey, give me my towel back.” He turned to face her, offering up a tremendous view of his muscled chest.

  She held it behind her back. “Come and get it.”

  He tackled her onto the bed and they wound up dueling tongues as he hooked her leg and pinned her down.

  Courtney could easily bench press her body weight and then some, but she didn’t put up a struggle.

  It was more fun to let him kiss her into submission.

  He started nibbling his way down her neck before biting into the soft flesh of her breast.

  “You were so bad not wearing any panties to the ring.” He pulled her nipple into his mouth, biting down hard enough to make her reach for his hair. “No, I’m not done with you yet.” He switched his teeth to her other breast, before saying, “You’re going to have to pay for being such a bad girl.”

  “What do you have in mind?” She played along.

  “On your knees, bitch.” He shoved her toward the side of the bed. “I want my dick back in your mouth.”

  That, she had no problem with. She got down on the floor between his legs, making him hard the first time she took all of him into her mouth.

  He wrapped a hand in her hair, controlling the pace.

  If he thought he was going to get away without fucking her again, he had another thing coming. She took him right to the edge, licking the pre-cum off the head of his penis.

  “Do you want me to fuck you again?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  “Say, it.” He yanked at her hair.

  Courtney looked him right in those steel grey eyes, the same eyes she was used to seeing on Billy and said, “I want you to fuck me.”

  “How about you fuck me? Go get a condom?” He pointed toward the box he’d left on the vanity.

  She got up, taking her time opening the box because she could see him checking out her ass in the mirror. She purposely dropped it to offer up a pussy shot as she bent from the waist to pick up the condom wrapper.

  “You’re so bad.” He laughed, motioning for her to come to him. “I think you still need a little more punishment.”

  “Oh, really,” she hit him with her best attempt at an innocent smile. “But, your daddy says I’m so damn good. He’s never had any pussy better than mine.”

  Okay, that might have been pushing it just a little because he scowled. “Get your ass over here.”

  He pulled her onto his lap all bend over with her ass up in the air. “I think you need another spanking.”

  Her pussy tingled with anticipation as he gently caressed her ass before letting his other hand come down with a hard pop.

  He slid a finger into her, “You’re all wet again.”

  Then bam, his other hand came down on her butt check making her moan with pleasure.

  He continued fingering her with one hand and smacking her ass with the other until she came all over his hand with an explosive scream.

  Just like she hoped, he made her lick her own juices off his finger before he bit into her ass hard enough to leave a mark.

  “Now you may climb on board, after you get me ready for that condom.”

  Considering that he was already hard, all it took was a few teasing licks to get the condom in place.

  She climbed onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. This was a new position for Courtney, but she liked the friction on her clit and the depth of penetration. He might not have Billy’s dick, but at least he knew how to use what he had.

  They started out slow, building the tension until she leaned back bracing her hands on his knees to offer up a most spectacular view of her boobs. He got the message and helped himself to a handful, lapping and biting on her tits while she reached to down rub at her clit to set off a series of multiple orgasms that came in intense waves of pleasure.

  “Now that you’ve had your fun.” He stood, picking her up with the strength to keep his dick inside her. “It’s my turn to pound your sweet little pussy.”

  He power slammed her onto the bed hard enough to take her breath away, but still keep his dick right in place. He pinned her to the bed, letting her have it like he’d been wanting it all her life.

  Bryson came with a roar, biting into her shoulder hard enough to draw blood. So much for safe sex, as he licked up every drop of her blood.

  Chapter 8

  Bryson woke up alone flooded by a wave of relief.

  Maybe the hoping the whole Courtney thing had all been a bad dream. A red hot dirty dream, but a dream never the less.

  He got up and stretched, feeling like he’d spend a week training in a Japanese Dojo. The sound of a running shower and her hot pink gear bag on the vanity killed the nightmare theory.

  They had done it so many times he’d lost count. Every time he’d been ready to pass out she’d gotten right back on his dick wanting more.

  The bitch was insatiable.

  Courtney wasn’t the snuggling type, which suited him just fine. They had fallen asleep on opposite ends of the king sized bed. From the bruises on his legs, she must have gone kung fu on him in her sleep.

  Oh shit!

  A glimpse of his bare butt in the mirror revealed a series of claw marks. Hopefully his trunks would
cover then in the ring, or he would be catching hell in the locker room tonight. Not to even mention what would happen when he got home in a couple of days.

  He pulled on a pair of workout shorts and grabbed his phone. He dreaded having to make that call to Allison. He’d never once tried to lie to the only girl he’d ever loved, but it wasn’t like he had any other choice. If he told her the truth, he’d come home to find his shit waiting for him on the curb.

  The free coffee at the front desk wasn’t all that good, but it was strong and hot. Exactly what he needed to clear his head. He walked down to the beach, wishing it was Allison waiting for him back in that motel room.

  He flipped open his phone and checked the time. She’d be in class so at least he’d get her voice mail.

  Taking a deep breath, he hit her name on speed dial, “Hey, baby, sorry I missed your call last night. I guess I had a little too much Jack and not enough Diet Coke. Love you.”

  ***

  So what if he wasn’t Billy.

  Courtney contemplated her choices while soaping up in the shower. With bite marks on her breasts, shoulders and butt she looked more like she’d been in a fight instead of an all night fuckfest. Not to even mention that pleasant stiffness in her inner thighs. Sex with Bryson was a workout. He’d came at her hard and rough and brutally physical. Just the way she liked it.

  For a guy in his late 40’s Billy always got the job done, but he couldn’t hang with her more than twice a night. His son however, Courtney grinned despite herself, who would have thought that Bryson would have been able to get her off like that.

  Bryson was kinda like a time-warp version of his dad. Only with muscles instead of brawn and she liked the long hair on his head and no hair anywhere else. She’d been trying to get Billy to wax his chest hair for the longest, but he was too old school to even consider shaving down.