Chapter 2: Carla's Surprise
"Fuck, Carla," I murmured, my cock throbbing in response to her touch. "You're making it real hard to be patient here."
She chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Patience is a virtue, baby," she said, her fingers working quickly to unbutton my jeans. "But I promise, it's worth the wait."
I lifted my hips, helping her slip my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. My cock sprang free, already hard and leaking precum. Carla licked her lips, her eyes widening as she took me in.
"Fuck, Brad," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "You're a fucking monster."
I grinned, running my hands through her hair. "All yours, baby."
She wrapped her hand around my shaft, her fingers not quite touching. "Mine?" she teased, stroking me slowly. "You sure about that?"
I groaned, my hips bucking into her touch. "Yeah, I'm sure. You've had me wrapped around your finger since we were kids."
She laughed, a sound like velvet. "Is that so?" She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear.
"Well, then, I think it's time I show you just how much control I have over you, Brad."
I shivered at her words, feeling my cock pulse in her hand. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire, and a wicked smile played on her lips. She leaned back, her grip on my cock never loosening, and straddled me, her knees on either side of my hips. Her dress rode up, revealing her lace-clad pussy, and I couldn't help but groan at the sight.
"Fuck, Carla," I said, my voice hoarse.
"You're killing me here."
She smirked, her hands moving to her dress, slowly pulling it up to reveal her lace-clad pussy. "Patience, baby," she said, her voice a sultry purr. She ground herself against me, the lace soaking through with her arousal. "I want to tease you, make you beg for it."
I grabbed her hips, ready to pull her down onto my cock, but she pushed my hands away. "Not yet, baby," she said, her voice firm.
"I say when."
She reached behind her, slowly unzipping her dress, her eyes locked onto mine. The dress fell away, revealing her naked body, her tits heavy and her nipples hard. She was fucking beautiful, and all mine.
"Fuck, Carla," I groaned, my cock throbbing with need. "You're so goddamn sexy."
She grinned, running her hands up her body, cupping her tits, her fingers playing with her nipples. I watched, mesmerized, as she teased herself, her breath coming in soft pants.
My cock was leaking, a steady stream of precum dripping onto my stomach. I reached down, swiping my thumb through it, then brought it to my lips, sucking it clean. Carla's eyes widened, her lips parting in a silent gasp.
"Fuck, that's hot," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the throbbing bass from the club. She leaned forward, her tits brushing against my chest, and took my thumb into her mouth, sucking off the rest of the precum. She moaned around it, her eyes never leaving mine.
The sound sent a shockwave of pleasure straight to my cock. I grabbed her hair, pulling her off me gently. "Enough teasing, Carla," I growled. "I need to be inside you."
She smiled, a wicked, filthy smirk that promised all sorts of sinful delights. "Since you asked so nicely," she said, reaching between us to position my cock at her entrance. She rubbed the head against her clit, making us both moan. "Fuck, that feels good," she groaned.
I could feel her wetness coating me, and I knew she was ready.
I gripped her hips again, harder this time, ready to take control. "You ready for me, baby?" I asked, my voice low and fierce.
Carla nodded, her eyes locked onto mine, her chest heaving with anticipation. "Yes," she breathed out. "I want it, Brad. I want your cock inside me."
I slammed her down onto me, a harsh, guttural groan escaping my lips as I filled her completely. "Fuck, Carla," I hissed, my fingers digging into her flesh. "You feel so goddamn good."
She threw her head back, a loud moan escaping her lips.
"Fuck, Brad," she said, her voice filled with pleasure. "You're so fucking big."
I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I began to move her up and down on my cock. I watched as her tits bounced with each movement, her nipples hard and begging to be sucked. I leaned up, capturing one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before sucking hard. She cried out, her pussy clenching around me.
"Yeah, baby," I murmured against her skin. "Ride my cock.
Fucking take it all, Carla," I growled, not taking my eyes off her as she moved up and down, her pussy gripping me like a vice. Her moans were music to my ears, the sound of her pleasure driving me to the edge.
"Yes," she panted, her hands on my chest, her nails digging into my skin. "Fuck me harder, Brad. Give it to me. All of it."
I flipped us over, pinning her beneath me. I wanted to see her face, to watch her come undone. I wanted to be the one in control, the one dictating the pace.
I wanted to see every reaction, feel every shiver, and hear every moan. I slid out of her, the tightness of her pussy almost painful in its absence. She whimpered, her hips bucking up to try and recapture me. I chuckled, a dark, primal sound that echoed in the dimly lit room.
"Patience, baby," I murmured, my voice thick with lust. "I want to taste you first."
Carla's eyes widened, her lips parting in a silent 'O' of surprise and desire.
I grinned, my cock throbbing with anticipation as I lowered my head between her legs. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and I couldn't wait to taste her.
I started with soft, teasing licks, running my tongue from her entrance up to her clit. She squirmed beneath me, her hands fisting my hair, urging me on. I chuckled against her sensitive flesh, loving the taste and the feel of her against my tongue.
"Fuck, Brad," she moaned, her hips bucking. "Don't tease me. Suck my clit.
Please, fuck, suck it."
I grinned, my cock aching with need as I latched onto her clit, sucking it hard into my mouth. She screamed, her body convulsing as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. I could feel her body tensing, ready to explode, so I slipped two fingers into her pussy, curving them up to rub against her G-spot.
"Holy fuck!" she cried out, her body shaking as I worked her over with my tongue and fingers. I could feel her pussy clenching around my fingers, her juices coating them as I stroked her inside and out.
I wanted to make her come undone, to make her scream my name as she rode the wave of her orgasm. I increased the pressure on her clit and the speed of my fingers, my tongue flicking rapidly against her sensitive nub.
"Brad!" she cried out, her body trembling beneath me. "I'm gonna come! Fuck, I'm gonna come all over your fucking face!"
I growled, the filthy words spurring me on. I wanted her to come harder than she ever had before, and I wanted her to do it all over my face.
I doubled down on my efforts, sucking and licking and fucking her with my mouth and fingers, until her body was writhing and bucking wildly beneath me.
"Fuck, Brad!" she screamed, her fingers tightening in my hair. "I'm gonna fucking come! Right fucking now!"
Her pussy clamped down on my fingers, her clit swelling in my mouth, and then she was coming, hard and fast, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. I lapped up her juices, my tongue working her clit as I rode out her orgasm with her.
Her body trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and I could feel the pulse of her release against my fingers. Finally, she went limp, her body sated and boneless beneath me.
"I want to see your face when I fuck you, Brad," she said, her voice low and sultry. She reached between us, wrapping her hand around my cock and guiding it to her entrance. I could feel her wetness, still slick from her orgasm, and I knew she was more than ready for me.
"I want you to watch me, Brad," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I want to see the look in your eyes when I take control."
I gripped the cushions beneath me, my knuckles turning white as I watched her. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around my cock, guiding it to her entrance. She rubbed the head against her clit, making us both moan with desire.
"Fuck, Carla," I groaned, my hips bucking up to meet her. "You're driving me crazy."
She smiled, a wicked, knowing smile.
Slowly, she sank down onto me, taking me inch by inch until I was fully seated inside her. "Fuck, Carla," I hissed, my cock throbbing with pleasure.
"You ready to fuck, birthday boy?" she asked, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I want to ride your cock like a goddamn cowgirl."
I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, ready to help her set the pace. "Yeah, baby," I said, my voice thick with lust. "Ride me. Fuck me hard."
Carla leaned back, her hands on my thighs for support as she began to move. She started slow, her pussy sliding up and down my cock, teasing me with every inch of her tight, wet heat.
I could feel the heat of her pussy, still pulsing and twitching from her orgasm, as she positioned my cock at her entrance. She leaned down, her tits grazing my chest, and whispered in my ear, "You ready for me to fuck you, birthday boy?"
I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Fuck yes, Carla. Ride my cock. Fuck me like you mean it."
She smirked, a wicked glint in her eye, and slowly sank down onto me. I groaned, my head falling back as she took me inch by inch.
I could feel her wetness coating my cock, her pussy still pulsing from her orgasm. She leaned down, her hands on either side of my head, her tits brushing against my chest. "My turn," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming my name.
She slowly sank down onto me, taking me inch by agonizing inch. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Fuck, Carla," I growled. "You feel even better than before."
"Mmm, that's because I'm tighter now," she purred, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
I kissed my way up her body, a smug grin on my face. "Not bad for a birthday present, huh?" I said, my voice laced with satisfaction.
Carla laughed, a breathless, content sound. "Not bad at all," she agreed, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "But I'm not done with you yet, birthday boy."
She flipped us over, straddling me once again.