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month, which was fine by me at that point in my life. Bridget was different than the other girls. I had fun with her and she couldn’t get enough of me.
    She couldn’t wait to introduce me to her parents. They were having a family party at their home to celebrate her sister’s birthday, and she came over to my place to beg me to be her date for the night. She had told her parents all about me and couldn’t wait any longer. I avoided the topic of the party every time she brought it up, but it was D-Day, and I could no longer change the subject.
    “Come on, Kayden. They’ll love you. You have to meet them at some point,” she pleaded. “My sister’s birthday party is today and I want you to come. Don’t make me go alone.”
    “Ok, Bridge. You’re right. I’ll go with you, babe.” I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
    She bounced up and down on the couch filled with excitement and hope. I wanted them to like me, and I needed their approval. I knew she was a daddy’s girl, and without his acceptance we wouldn’t have a future.
    “What should I wear?” I asked unsure if it was a casual family barbeque, or if they were the type of family that dressed up for every occasion.
    “I’ll go pick out your outfit, okay?”
    “Sure babe. Anything you want.” I patted her ass as she stood. I grabbed her wrist before she was out of arm’s length and pulled her back onto my lap as she shrieked.
    “First, I want you naked in exchange for going to the party,” I said as I kissed her again on the lips. I kissed her hard, pulling her to my body and sliding the tiny straps of her tank top down her shoulder and over her arms. I kissed her jaw, nipping slightly as I made my way down to her neck. I nibbled the flesh below her ear before sliding my tongue against the silky skin to her shoulder. I bit the muscle of her shoulder and instantly felt her body tense and shudder in response. I rolled her nipple in between my fingertips while holding her still with my free hand. She began to grind her pussy on my cock through the layers of material. Thank God the unit upstairs was currently vacant because Bridget was a moaner and screamer. I wanted to listen to her howl as I made her come.
    I captured her lips quieting her moans of pleasure. I slid our bodies off of the couch and onto the shag area rug never breaking the kiss. I hitched up her skirt and slid my fingers through her wetness. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and I inserted two fingers pumping them in and out of her like a quick moving piston.
    “You want my cock?”
    “Mmmm,” she said as she pushed my fingers deeper inside of her with her hand.
    I flipped her over and pushed her stomach to the floor and pulled her up by the hips, positioning her with her ass in the air. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my cock stroking it while looking at her pussy in full-view and waiting for the abuse I was about to give her.
    I could hear her breathing shallow and filled with anticipation. I rubbed the tip, lubing it. I rammed it in to the hilt as her body jerked forward from the fullness. I held her hips, drawing her back and not allowing her to move away. “Is it too much for you, baby?” I removed my cock and jammed it in harder, deeper than I thought possible before she could respond. “Want me to stop?” I said as my body stilled. I reached down and placed my hand around my cock feeling her wetness and running my fingertips across her opening.
    She didn’t speak but moved against my cock, fucking me, moving on her elbows.  I met her thrusts, and my body bounced off her ass allowing the speed to grow faster. I placed my hand on her bottom just above her ass. I rubbed my thumb against her asshole. It was so small, tight, and forbidden. The pressure of my thumb increased, and I could feel her body adjust and relax to the sensation. I wanted to hook her, gain control of the situation and fill her up a little more increasing the pressure against my cock.
    I slid