CHAPTER 1

RIVER

Her long nails dig in hard, carving hot furrows down the length of my back. The sting is sharp and perfect. I grunt and slam forward, burying my cock to the balls inside her.

She’s soaked, cunt gripping me like a fist, and the wet sound of it is filthy as hell.

She moans right against my ear, low and broken, the kind of sound that goes straight to my dick. Her hands slide down my back, fingers spreading over my ass, then dig in hard, pulling me deeper like she’s trying to keep me locked inside her.

I don’t give her the chance to set the pace. I start fucking her properly—long, heavy strokes that shove her body up the mattress with every thrust.

Her legs clamp around my hips like a vise, thighs shaking, heels digging into the small of my back. Every time I bottom out she lets out this little choked noise, half moan, half gasp, and her cunt flutters around me like it’s trying to milk me already.

I’m surprised by how good a fuck she is. Most of the time easy pussy is lazy pussy—just lies there and takes it, waiting for you to do all the work.

Not her. She’s meeting every stroke, rolling her hips up to take me deeper, grinding that wet cunt against me on the downstroke.

The older ones sometimes know how to use it better, and she’s proving the point. I don’t even mind that she’s older than the women I usually screw.

She’s hot as fuck with that deep red hair spread across the pillow, bright pink painted lips parted and shiny, and a rack that won’t quit.

Big, heavy tits bouncing hard every time I drive into her, nipples tight and dark. I drop my head and suck one into my mouth, biting just enough to make her arch and cry out. The taste of her skin, the way her tit fills my mouth while I’m balls-deep in her—fuck.

I plant one hand beside her head and use the other to shove her thigh higher, opening her up so I can pound deeper.

The angle changes and she fucking loses it. Her nails rake down my back again, harder this time, leaving stinging trails that make my cock throb inside her.

I’m slamming into her now, relentless, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the room. Her cunt is making the most obscene sounds—slick, greedy, sucking at me every time I pull back.

I can feel how close she is already by the way she’s clenching and fluttering, trying to hold me in.

“Fuck, look at you,” I growl against her ear, voice rough. “Taking my cock so fucking well. Thought you’d be lazy for how easy you were, but this cunt’s greedy as hell.”

She moans louder at that, hips jerking up to meet me. I don’t slow down. I fuck her harder, grinding deep on every stroke so the head of my cock drags over that spot that makes her thighs shake. Her bright pink lips are open, breath coming in short, broken gasps.

I want those lips wrapped around my cock later, smearing that pink lipstick all over the shaft, but right now I’m not pulling out. Not when she’s this tight and wet and fucking desperate for it.

I reach down between us and find her clit, swollen and slick. I rub it in tight circles while I keep pounding into her, and she comes apart fast. Her whole body locks up, cunt clamping down so hard it’s almost painful, milking me in hard pulses.

She cries out, loud and raw, nails digging deep enough to break skin. I don’t stop. I fuck her straight through it, chasing my own release, using her spasming cunt like it’s made for me.

The wet noise is filthy now, her juices coating my cock and balls, dripping down onto the sheets.

When she starts to come down I pull almost all the way out, just the head left inside, then slam back in hard.

She moans like it hurts in the best way. I do it again, and again, watching the way her heavy tits bounce with every impact, the way her red hair sticks to her damp forehead, the way those pink lips keep forming silent curses.

I’m close. My balls are tight, the pressure building at the base of my spine. I grab her hips hard enough to bruise and start really railing her—short, brutal strokes that keep me buried deep.

“Gonna fill this cunt up,” I tell her, voice strained. “Take every fucking drop.”

She nods frantically, legs squeezing tighter around me, heels digging in like she’s trying to pull me even deeper.

That’s all it takes. I bury myself to the hilt and come hard, cock pulsing as I pump load after load into her.

Thick, hot spurts that keep going longer than usual because her cunt is still fluttering and squeezing around me, milking every last drop.

I grind against her through it, riding out the aftershocks, feeling my cum start to leak out around my cock with every small thrust.

I stay buried inside her for a long moment after, breathing hard, the sting of the scratches on my back mixing with the residual pleasure. Her legs slowly loosen, but her hands stay on my ass, holding me there.

When I finally pull out, slow and deliberate, a thick trickle of cum follows, sliding down over her swollen cunt and onto the sheets. She looks wrecked—red hair a mess, pink lipstick smeared, tits rising and falling with every heavy breath, thighs still trembling.

I don’t move away yet. I reach down and push two fingers back into her, feeling how soft and soaked and full of my cum she is.

She whimpers at the overstimulation. I curl them and watch her face as I slowly finger-fuck my load deeper into her, just because I can.

Easy pussy or not, she’s earned another round. And this time I’m going to take my time ruining that pretty pink mouth before I fuck her again.

One hour later..

“Where are you going, sugar?” She asks posing provocatively on her side. The scent of sex and her floral perfume are strong in the air. Stepping into my jeans, I pull them up.

“I have some place else to be,” I reply vaguely as I button and zip my pants.

“Are you sure I can’t talk you into round three?” She traces a long red nail around her nipple. My dick twitches at the thought of another go in her tight pussy, but nah..

"Sorry I can’t.” I walk toward the door.

“I gotta run. Maybe some other time sweetie.” I pull the hotel suite door open and give her a quick wave before I go.

****

I hit the lobby, jeans still sitting a little tight from the leftover throb in my cock. The scratches down my back stung under my shirt every time I moved—good sting, the kind that reminded me exactly how hard she’d dug in while I was pumping her full.

My boys were already clustered near the bar, drinks in hand. Marcus spotted me first and grinned.

“And? Don’t leave us hanging. You actually seal the deal with the redhead from the pool or what?”

I took the whiskey he pushed my way, sipped slow, then set the glass down.

“Seal the deal? Bro, I wrecked that older pussy. Had her clawing up my back like she was trying to leave permanent marks. Big heavy tits bouncing the whole time, that bright pink lipstick smeared across her face, moaning like she’d never been fucked proper in her life.”

Marcus laughed low. “Shit. How old was she again?”

“Doesn’t matter. Older ones know how to use it. She was soaking the second I pushed in—gripping me like a fist, meeting every stroke. Not lazy at all. Greedy as hell.” I rolled my shoulders, feeling the sting of the scratches, and the cocky edge in my voice sharpened. “Came so hard she damn near pulled me deeper with her legs. I filled her up twice. Left her leaking on the sheets, looking completely used.”

Jay shook his head, grinning. “You dog.”

“Filled her twice. Left her trembling and leaking. She was still begging for round three when I walked out.”

Jay whistled. “Fuck, man… and you turned her down?”

“Yeah, I did. Her voice got a little annoying after a while—‘You sure I can’t talk you into another round, sugar?’” I mimicked the tone, then shrugged. “Almost considered it. Almost. But easy pussy’s still easy, even when it’s that good. Told her maybe another time and bounced.”

Marcus clinked his glass against mine. “Respect.”

“She’s probably still upstairs catching her breath, full of my cum, and I’m down here with you assholes.” I leaned in, voice dropping into pure brag. “And the best part? She took every drop like she was made for it. Tight, wet, and desperate. Didn’t even have to try hard. Just buried myself and let her milk me dry.”

Jay whistled again. “You’re a menace.”

I smirked wider, the residual ache in my cock and the fresh scratches under my shirt feeling like trophies. “Somebody’s got to be.”