Page 56 of Breaking Hollywood

“Get my cock out,” I tell her.

She quickly unzips me, freeing my dick. Wasting no time, I lift her up and impale her with my cock. She screams.

I start jackhammering her from beneath.

“Fuck.”

My hand can’t go fast enough.

I need to come.

Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Fuck me harder, Gabe.”

“Jesus.”

I’m fucking my fist, desperately chasing relief.

My balls tighten up, telling me I’m close.

Her tits bounce as I fuck her. She’s so fucking hot.

I grab her head and pull her mouth down onto mine.

My other hand grips my balls as I squeeze my fist tighter around my cock.

Ava. Ava. Fuck.

My cock is buried in her tight pussy, my tongue thrusting deep in her mouth.

“Mine,” I tell her.

Pleasure surges down my spine, my muscles contracting, and—

Fuck! My fucking foot!

And I’m coming in my hand. Pleasure and pain rack my body.

“Fuck,” I groan.

My foot is killing me. But, God, it was so worth it.

I take a minute to catch my breath, and then I pull my boxer shorts up and slide out of bed.

Using one crutch, I go to the bathroom and wash my hands.

I need a smoke. I always do after sex or a good jacking off. And my foot is throbbing, so I’ll grab a drink to take the edge off the pain.

Still using the one crutch, I hobble toward the kitchen.

When I push the door open, I see the utility room light is on, and the door is ajar.

Weird.

I know Gucci is sleeping in there tonight, but I’m surprised that Speedy left the door open.

I flick the kitchen light on and go over to the utility room. I push the door open wider.

And there, asleep on my floor, with her head on the goat’s fluffy pink fucking bed and the goat curled up against her, is the object of my jacking-off desire.