Page 35 of Bridesmaid for Hire
Her mouth opens around my length. I let out a yelp as I rush out of bed and straight into the bathroom. I slam the door, flip on the shower, take off my briefs, and then hop under the water.
I grip my cock in my hand and start pumping, hard.
I prop one hand against the tile and bend my head into the water, letting the warm drops flow down my back as I shamefully picture Maggie’s perfect tit, popped out of her lingerie set.
Fuck…so hot.
Everything about her is so hot.
Her curvy body.
Her gorgeous face.
Her long, wavy hair.
Her lusciously perfect lips.
Yup, you’ve guessed it, Maggie Mitchell is my dream girl.
The crush I’ve harbored and repressed for years slips free, and the night of Gary’s wedding comes flying back into my head. The way she cupped me in her palm, how her lips made me melt right on the spot. Her enticing moans. Her gentle, tentative touch that turned hotter,more needy the more I kissed her. If I hadn’t pulled away when I did, I would have fucked her that night and it would have been my greatest mistake.
But this…this I can do.
This I can manage.
I can picture her and get off.
I can picture how it would have felt to run my hand over her breast. To feel her nipple pass between my fingers, to watch her mouth fall open with a light gasp when I moved my hand down her stomach…
She’s so fucking hot.
I grip my cock harder, and it only takes seconds as my body starts to stiffen, my cock jolts, and I come all over the shower tiles.
“Fuck,” I grumble as I take a deep breath, letting my hand slide over my dick for a few more seconds before I straighten up.
I don’t know if I should be happy or disturbed, but either way, the devil inside of me hopes I wake up like that every morning this week.
Something Gary Mitchell will never, ever know.Because I’m too young to die.
MAGGIE
Rocking back and forth on the lounger outside of the bungalow that looks over the clear blue water, I type frantically on my phone, texting my best friend.
Maggie:Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. I rubbed my face over his penis. Cheek on cock. Nearly motorboated his balls. Used his dick as my own personal mustache. I…I breathed heavily on his erection. Like, steamed him up real good, practically soft-boiled his balls.
Hattie:Uh…what? Who? Did you find a guy in a Speedo? Isn’t this what you wanted?
I glance over my shoulder where the door is still closed. The man is probably triple disinfecting his penis as we speak. I type back feverishly, my fingers flying so fast, I almost can’t comprehend what I’m saying.
Maggie:BRODY! I’m talking about Brody!
Hattie:Whoa, hold on. Why is your face even near his penis?
Maggie:Are you in some sort of sex haze? Remember, you told me to take action, and I did. I walked up to Brody when he was talking to Mr. Hopper and introduced myself as his girlfriend. I then hit it off with the family, became a substitute bridesmaid, and then ended up having to share my bed with Brody because he needed a place to stay. I woke up this morning with my face on his brief-covered crotch! Keep up!
Hattie:How the hell did you accomplish that much in a few hours?
Maggie:I’m efficient, you know this about me.
