Slamming Demon (Pounding Hearts 2)

“What time is the party at?”

“Everyone should be getting there at nine.”

I looked down to the watch on my right wrist, it was six. I needed to go home and get ready, and she probably wanted to change too.

If anything, she was just as fucking hot to me in what she was wearing than if she was really dressed up. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a thin, oversized sweater. All I could do was look at those legs kicked up in the air when she was lying on the floor. And right then I was dying to see her from behind in those tight pants. In school, I’d seen that ass many times as I walked behind her and each time I felt all the blood rush from my head straight down to my dick. It wanted to be nestled in between her thighs, buried deep inside her and thrusting hard.

Fuck, I needed to get a grip or I’d be walking past her dad with a thick fucking boner tenting in my pants. I was quite sure that wouldn’t leave the best of impressions.

“Okay, I need to go home and get showered and cleaned up for the party. I will pick you back up at eight forty-five?”

She nodded her head and jumped up from her chair. Rushing up to me, she wrapped her arms tightly around me. “Thank you for taking me tonight.”

It was that same fucking hug. God dammit, it was like she was trying to mold her body around mine. It was really not fair, nor was it easy to endure. Right then, if we had even the smallest amount of real privacy, I would have bent her over her family’s dining room table and buried my face in her little pussy.

I gently detangled us and smiled down at her. “I’ll be back soon.”

Nodding her head, she turned around and rushed out of the kitchen. I followed her part of the way befor

e I reached the front door and she headed up the stairs. I waved to her parents and headed out the door. I left it to her to explain what we were planning.

* * *

I raced home and ran into the kitchen with a huge smile and wrapped my mom up in a big bearhug. “Hey Mom, I got a date!”

She laughed as I sat her back down and started doing my happy dance around the kitchen island, my feet sliding and my hips wiggling.

“Calm down, son,” my dad said with laughter as he walked into the kitchen.

“No way, it’s a date with Mandy!” I shouted as I dashed out of the kitchen and towards my room. I quickly shut my door and locked it as I heard them down the hall, laughing about something.

“Dinner in forty-five minutes, Brett!” Mom yelled.

“Okay!”

I removed my clothing, dropped it all to the floor and stood before my mirror. I didn’t look like the sixteen-year-old kid anymore. I had gotten a bit taller and my body was finally showing the results I have been pushing it for. I didn’t have the body of a Greek god yet, but I was not the same pip-squeak as I was before.

I flexed for a moment before looking down towards my cock. Yep, it was still halfway hard and begging for Mandy. Damn.

Jumping into the shower, I had to do something about the monster or he would never allow me to concentrate. I wrapped my fingers around the throbbing think shaft. I couldn’t remember the last time I was that damn rock hard and that was saying something for my eighteen-year-old self back then. I could get a boner from just the way my underwear brushed up against me. Fuck, I could get an erection walking into the grocery store.

It’s just the way we guys are built, horny at the drop of a hat.

Closing my eyes, I leaned my head against the arm I had up against the cool tile. I remembered the brief flash of what looked like an outline of a thong under those yoga pants. I thought of sliding up behind her, my arms wrapping around her as my hands slowly slid up from her tight little tanned stomach. Slowly, they’d travel up, under her shirt and cup those full breasts. My lips would brush up against her neck and nuzzle her. She would moan while pushing her bubble butt back against my aching cock. Pinching her nipple with my left hand, I would slide my hand down to her waistband and push those yoga pants down, below her delicious ass.

Nestling my cock between her thighs, I would stroke forward and back as I rubbed my thick head against her wet pussy lips. It would only take the briefest of pushes before I slid deep inside her soaking wet pussy. Thrusting slowly, I would build up my pace until…

Fuck, I grunted out as my cock erupted, spewing all the seed from my balls as I spurted over and over at the tile. My body shook roughly before starting to relax from the tension that built up.

“Fuck me, I needed that.”

* * *

I went through my wardrobe and settled on a pair of good looking jeans with just a few pre-made holes in them, and then pulled a t-shirt from the closet. It was a lot tighter than I normally wore to school, but that night I wanted Mandy to see how I really looked. That night, I wanted her as desirous of me as I was of her.

I drove to her house with my music blasting Goodbye Agony by Black Veil Brides, singing along the entire time. Fuck, I was still wound up though. I could feel my cock just a bit thicker than flaccid, like it was just waiting to spring to full hardness for the woman of its desire.

I knocked on her front door and then had a minor heart attack when she opened it. Holy fuck. I was barely able to keep myself from going fully erect as I stared at the beauty in front of me. She was a pure vision of beauty and sex.