Broken

“Oh, Lola,” I moan, letting my breath tickle across her skin. “Oh God.”

She seems to sense that I’m so full of lust that I’m willing to let her take control of the situation and she takes advantage of that. She pushes me back until I’m flat against the cold metal seat and she drops to her knees on the floor between my legs.

“What are you…?” I start to ask, but as she runs her tongue tantalizingly across her wet, plump lips. “Oh, fucking hell, Lola, you are killing me.”

Her fingers fiddle with the zipper on my trousers, brushing past my cock as she does, which stiffens my cock rock hard. I almost wonder if she knows what she’s doing and she’s driving me wild on purpose. My head falls back, my eyes slide closed, ragged intense breaths fall out of my mouth. I’m on fire, every single scrap of my body is hypersensitive and crazy. I almost don’t know what’s going on here.

Finally, she pulls me free and she grips onto my shaft tightly. I prize my eyes apart to glance down at her and the sight I can see is the sexiest fucking thing in my whole damn life. She’s looking up at me as she runs her hand all over me, and her wide eyes filled with sexual lust is wonderful. The fact that we’re on a fucking tractor in the middle of a shed in the middle of nowhere… well that just makes it even more insane. This gives it the thrill of us getting caught, with only a minute possibility of that actually happening.

“Oh fucking hell, Lola,” I rasp as she picks up the pace. “Oh shit.”

Then she causes my hips to buck by pressing her lips over my tip, soaking it with her lips. Her tongue darts out from between her lips and she licks me like I’m a damn lollypop or something. My fingers curl around the hard, uncomfortable chair beneath me and I grip so tightly that my knuckles turn white, just to keep myself steady.

As her mouth opens and she finally takes me in, right down to the back of her throat. I hit the back of her throat which makes her gag ever so slightly, but then she continues by tracing her mouth up and down me, flickering her tongue everywhere.

I’ve been in a similar position with many other chicks before, but there’s something about this time with Lola which is just so much better. I don’t know if it’s her plump lips, her soaking mouth, her wide eyes, or something else. Either way it feels phenomenal.

Just when I think it can’t get any better, Lola’s fingers trace along my thighs and with one of her hands she reaches down to tickle her fingers along my balls. It’s an unexpected, excitable sensation that runs right through my body and all the way to the end of my cock.

Fucking hell, she really is a surprise. I thought I was going to be the one to corrupt her…

“Stop,” I finally rasp when I feel myself getting too close to exploding. “Oh fuck, Lola stop. I want to…” Can I say it? Yes, I think I can. “I want to be inside you.”

Lola instantly drags her lips off of me and she gives me a wicked smile. I tuck my hands under her arm pits and I pull her upright. Then, I tug her until she climbs up onto my lap and she straddles me. As we kiss hard and fast, I take one of my fingers and I run it along the cotton of her gorgeous panties. I want to rip them off, tear them with my teeth, but for now I’ll have to be satisfied with pulling them to one side.

I use one hand to flick my fingers over her hardened clit, making her hips roll violently towards me at a rapid pace, and I use the other to grab a condom from my pocket. In an expert way, I don’t break contact with Lola as I roll the condom down over myself, so soon I’m completely ready for her. More than fucking ready, since she’s driven me to the edge.

As Lola angles herself over me and she pushes herself down, I grunt loudly. She’s so tight around me, but so wet. Wrapping her lips around me must have turned her on so much that she’s almost at the edge as well.

There’s something about this girl… something fucking special.

I buck my hips and drive deeper into her, thrusting hard and fast. Lola grabs onto my shoulders and she rides me intensely, with a serene look on her face. A thick pleasure swirls between us, the chemistry and the bond grows deeper. I can’t stop looking at her face, she’s so beautiful, even more so when she’s in the heat of the moment. It’s a face that I could look at for the rest of my life.

As the pleasure explodes free from me and Lola at pretty much the same time, I grip tightly onto her and hold her close to my body. The realization that this is the best I’ve ever felt doesn’t go unnoticed, but luckily I just about manage to keep it inside for now.

Chapter 9 – Lola

I feel like I’m skipping on air, the way that I have been for the past few weeks since Brandon first rocked up into my life out of the blue. Despite the fact that we both know exactly what this is and neither of us have any expectations, we’ve fallen into a bit of a boyfriend and girlfriend role. I work all day on the farm, while taking care of my father in between, he works his hours on the building site an

d he comes to watch me every single time I play in the bar, and when all those times are over, we hang out, just me and him. Sometimes we eat out in the diner, sometimes we have dinner and watch a movie at my place, occasionally we go for a walk through the town, just for fun…

I do have to keep reminding myself that this moment is only fleeting, and I’m absolutely certain that when Brandon has to return to his real life, forcing me back into mine, I’ll miss him like crazy. I suppose that at least I’ve proven to myself that I can make room for someone in my life. As long as it’s the right person. I can’t imagine anyone like Brandon passing through my life anytime soon, but maybe when he does I’ll be much more open to it.

As I step out of my shower and I glance at my reflection in the mirror, I can’t help noticing how bright my smile is. I barely even look like the girl I once was, the one who had the world weighing on her shoulders. My red hair looks shinier, my skin is glowing, my eyes are sparkling… I wish I could be this version of myself forever.

“Right,” I mutter to myself as I riffle through my drawer. “What shall I wear today?”

Usually I don’t bother to care too much about how I look. I toss on whatever I can get my hands on without much thinking about it. The only time I consider my appearance is when I’m up on stage. I like to look good for my fake Madison Square Garden audience. Now though, I can tell that Brandon likes it when I look like a cowgirl, so I enjoy playing that role for him. It’s just a whole lot of fun, just like all of this…

As I stare into my drawer, my mind wanders off. I keep trying to stop it doing this, but the dreamer side of me won’t leave however much I want it to. In my mind, I take away the restrictions surrounding me and Brandon, I rid us of the fact that it won’t ever become something long term and I imagine him holding me in his arms, living inside my home, being with me forever. It’s a nice idea and it fills my chest with an intense warmth that I would love to cling onto… but eventually I have to let it go. I have to shake my head and bring myself back to the present moment. It’s a nice idea, but that’s it.

“Knock, knock.” I spin around in shock as I hear the all too familiar voice ringing out from behind me. A chocolaty smooth wonderful voice, “Can I come in?”

“Well, I am naked,” I say with a smirk as I tug my towel up higher around me. “But I’m just about to get dressed so I suppose you can come in.”

“You don’t have to, but I suppose I need you to if we’re going to go out today.”

“We’re going out?” I tug some panties up around my ankles, hoping I look at least a little dignified as I do so. “But it’s so early. Shouldn’t you be at work? Doesn’t the whole building site fall apart when you’re not there?”