A FILTHY Enemy - Jaxson Kidman

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REED

I wiped the bottom of Kelly’s lip.

I probably had a few little Reed’s on my thumb.

Kelly flicked her tongue at my thumb like a hungry lizard, making it known she wasn’t going to waste a drop of me.

Her with a belly full of Reed jizz, I leaned forward and tapped the driver on the shoulder.

The car came to a stop.

“What are we doing now?” Kelly asked.

I sat back and told myself not to look at her as I prepared to kick her ass out of the car.

The picture this painted looked terrible here.

I looked like the biggest cliché rock star in the world.

Meeting up with Kelly, parading her around the studio, letting her suck me off in the back of the car I had waiting when we left the studio… only to throw her out like an empty whiskey bottle.

And, yes, she was a whiskey bottle with an amazing chest.

My eyes couldn’t help themselves as I looked at her one more time.

Well, her chest, of course.

Her lips were sexy. Her eyes were a light brown color, hinting at innocence… then again, I just had her mouth on my cock, sucking me like she was in the middle of the desert and there was only one droplet of water left and she had to suck a straw to…

We get the point, Reed.

I blinked once and took a deep breath.

I was going to miss her tits.

And I hadn’t even had a chance to get properly introduced to them.

“Question,” I said.

“What?” Kelly asked.

“Nipples. Pierced?”

“Nope,” she said. She inched toward me. “But I’ve been thinking about it. Want to go right now? You can hold my hand. And then kiss them…”

I gritted my teeth.

Fucking hell.

I reminded myself that there were a lot of Kelly’s out there.

A lot.

“So, are you ready for some wild fun, Reed?” Kelly whispered in a seductive voice.

I shut my eyes and ran through my mind everything I wanted to do with Kelly’s tits. I could have stayed like that for hours, so I had to move fast.

My teeth chattered.

I opened my eyes.

Kelly was now touching her left breast. Rubbing over her nipple.

“How bad do you think it hurts?” she asked.

I reached around her and opened the car door.

“Oh, honey, this is going to hurt a lot.”

When Kelly got out of the car, she kicked the door shut. Then she kicked the door again. Next came her hands against the window.

Slapping it over and over.

Her voice was muffled but I heard the words asshole, douchebag, and fuckface.

All of which I had earned.

I touched my chest and looked at her through the heavily tinted window as the car started to move again.

“Goodbye, honey,” I said. “I’ll miss you. Well, not you, but your tits.”

I smacked my lips together.

I wasn’t exactly sure what the hell I was thinking at the moment, but the driver of the car helped snap me out of my trance of letting-the-tits-go-regret.

“Am I taking you back to the studio? Or somewhere else?” he asked.

I cleared my throat.

“Well, my good man, I need you to turn it around and go back the way you came. The exact route. Do you remember seeing those women singing on the corner a little ways back?”

“That I do,” the driver said.

“That’s where I need to be. Right now.”

“Of course.”

I sat back and looked down at my dick.

Well, my jeans.

But my dick was inside my jeans.

Obviously.

“Sorry, dude,” I said. “At least you came once, right? She was pretty good. I know you wanted to nestle between her tits. I know you wanted to climb deep inside her and make her wiggle, desperate to make more room, knowing she can’t, which then would only make her come, leaving you soaking wet…”

I lifted my eyes and caught the driver looking at me in the mirror.

“Problem?” I asked.

“No,” the driver said.

“You know, it’s okay to talk to your dick. It’s a part of your body, man. You should try it. It has feelings too. The more you play with it, the bigger it gets. The happier it is. And I just let my dick down. In a big way. If I knew I was going to toss her out of the car, I would have had her on her hands and knees on the seat. You know?”

“I understand,” the driver said.

“Hey, how nice were her tits?”

The driver grinned.

He didn’t answer.

“Come on, man, tell me.”

“They were nice,” he said.

“Epic, right?”

“They were very nice. I wouldn’t have minded seeing them myself.”

“Shit,” I said. “I should have asked her to flash me