The Virgin Next Door (Stud Ranch)

She grinned like he’d just said Christmas was coming early and popped the crown of his cock in her mouth.

Fucking finally. Liam was just about to relax against the door and enjoy the ride when she suddenly gagged and yanked back from him.

“Sorry,” she said. Jaysus, the lipstick situation was even worse now, a little bit of saliva dripping from her bottom lip. “I have a really sensitive gag reflex.”

So why’d she fuckin’ go down on him in the first place? This was getting less and less fun by the minute.

“Look, maybe this was a bad idea.” Liam pulled his pelvis back from her mouth and would have stepped away except she still had an iron grip on his dick.

“No, wait!” Her eyes flashed panic and she jumped back to her feet. She leaned in for a kiss but Liam turned his head, not wanting to make contact with her manky lipstick smeared mouth.

She just rolled with it, though. She went up on tiptoe so she could whisper in his ear, hand still on his cock. “I just want to be with you. You can stick it anywhere. Up my ass if you want.”

Well shite. A woman went and made an offer like that, what was a lad to do?

She finally let go of his knob and sauntered over to the sink. She wiped her mouth with her forearm, which helped clear off the smeared lipstick. She was sorta pretty. In the same generic way a hundred other girls were. Liam wasn’t sure if it was worth it. Sure, he hadn’t got his oats off in a while, but the rest of the guys were outside and he’d already been gone too long—

Then the woman—Brittany? Betty? he couldn’t remember—bent over at the waist, her arse pointed toward Liam. She yanked up the nothing little scrap of spandex that was her miniskirt and damn.

Her tits might be fake, but that was one-hundred percent genuine, Grade A American arse. She leaned to look at him over her shoulder, then widened her stance even further so that he could just make out the contours of her shaved pussy.

“Any hole you want,” she repeated her earlier offer.

Liam’s cock jumped. He dropped a hand to jerk his shaft up and down as he took a step toward her. He pulled a condom out of his pocket. Lessons that every good Irish boy learned early—never leave the house without a rain-slicker or a handful of condoms. The hope being that even if it was raining cats and dogs outside, a lad would always have a warm, safe place to stick his prick.

“Oh I’m clean,” the woman said when her eyes dropped to the condom in his hand.

“That’s nice,” Liam said, rolling the condom down his cock as he stared at her tight little arse. This just might be her best side. Yeah she was pretty but she was obviously one of those birds who knew it. Tons of make-up, the fake boobs.

Liam slapped her arse and it jiggled just like a proper arse should. She yelped and glared at him over her shoulder. The glare lasted just a moment, though. The next second she’d softened her features and she licked along her top lip in a way that was obviously meant to be seductive. “Do you want me to help you get it in?”

“No, I got it. Just lean over. Face forward.” He put his hand on her spine to urge her a little lower. His balls were aching and he really wanted to just fuck this chick and get out of here. It’d been almost a month and her pussy was better than his hand.

But it’d really go a lot easier if she just stopped fuckin’ talking. His cockstand was already drooping again and that was just a fecking shame. Her face might only be a six but this arse really was a nine.

His hands dropped down and he caressed the round globes, closing his eyes and pressing his condom covered cock into the crevice of her arse. He massaged and molded her cheeks until they cupped his hard-on.

“Jaysus,” he whispered. “You got one fine arse here.”

He reached around to strum at her clit, still half lost in the feel of his cock grinding her arse. But his eyes popped abruptly open when he touched her flesh and realized she was barely wet at all. What the fuck?

“Oh, that feels so good,” she said breathily, wiggling her arse against his hard on.

“Does it?”

She must not have heard the skepticism in his voice because she just let out another breathy moan.

All right, well, fair enough. He hadn’t done much to work her up other than shoving her up against the wall when they first got in here and then having her gag on his knob. He was willing to put in the work. Any woman who slept with him was damn well going to get off.