The Pick Up
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*buzz* *buzz* Ryan slowly opened his eyes and groaned a little as the sunlight was on his face.
He tried to reach for his phone when he noticed the naked girl lying on top of him. Her body was covered in a sheet, and her head was on his chest with her breasts pressed firmly against him.
Ryan tensed up. He had no idea who the girl was. Then again, it's not the first time something like this has happened to him. He really wished he hadn't drunk so much the night before. He hated waking up with some random chick in his bed.
Ryan slowly caressed her brown hair and began thinking back on the night before, trying to see what he could recall. After a few minutes, it all came back to him.
They say everyone has some sort of special talent …. Ryan's was in the art of persuasion. He could almost talk his way into anything and out of anything.
Which made him great at his job in sales and helped him even more, when it came to getting laid.
Of course, it didn't hurt that he was tall and well built. Girls always seemed to be fascinated with his height. "You're so big," they would say. Then inevitably, glance down at his crotch as if they were wondering if he was big all over.
Last night was like most of the other nights. He was sitting around in a local bar near his place. It was a bar he frequented when he wasn't traveling for work.
A beautiful girl sat down next to him at the bar, and he knew what he had to do.
He started to introduce himself when his longtime friend and wingman Adam came up to him and started to make a fuss.
"Oh, My God! It's you, isn't it? I am such a huge fan. Can I have your autograph?"
"Sure, man, but not now, please. Don't you see I am with a friend here?" Ryan slowly touched the girl's hand.
"No, I don't mind. Go ahead and take the picture," the girl giggled nervously.
After Adam took the picture with his phone, he left the two alone, leaving Ryan alone with the hot girl.
"Sorry about that. Now, where were we?" Ryan said as if the previous incident didn't just happen.
"Nice to meet you, Kayla," Ryan said as he sipped on his drink.
"What was that all about?" Kayla asked, pointing towards where Adam had walked off into the crowd.
"Well, I could tell you, but this place is a little bit crowded." Ryan slowly put his hand on her thighs and whispered in her ear. "How about we go to someplace quieter?"
Kayla agreed to go home with him, and before long, they were back at his place.
Ryan held her hand along the way, something he knew she would like, something that made most girls swoon. Ryan had done this dance more times than he could count.
When they got back to his place, Kayla began to walk up the stairs and started to slip in her high heels. Ryan didn't miss a beat. He picked her up and carried her in his arms.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and smiled up at him, loving every minute of it.
Once inside his apartment, Ryan gently put her down on his bed.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm good. Thanks," Kayla said timidly.
"Want me to make you a drink?" Ryan said as he started to walk towards the living room.
"No, don't leave me alone."
Ryan turned to face Kayla, leaning over her.
"Don't worry, I won't." He kissed her soft lips.
"Mmmm," Kayla murmured.
He nipped at her lower lip, and she giggled.
"You're a naughty boy, aren't you?" Kayla asked playfully.
"Only in the best way."
Ryan took a couple of deep breaths and tried to ignore the suddenly uncomfortable fit of his jeans. He didn't want to rush things. There was something about Kayla that made him want to draw it out and really enjoy her. All of her.
Kayla, however, had other plans. Pulling Ryan down on top of her, kissing him passionately, with a sudden explosion of desire that had clearly been building up.
He slid down to nuzzle the soft skin of her stomach, then lower, to remove her panties. Conveniently she was wearing a sundress, so it made it rather easy. She lifted her hips to allow Ryan to slide her light pink silk panties over her thighs.
He quickly removed his own clothes and was back to lean over her in no time.
"You smell so sweet," he said as he trailed kisses down her stomach.
He drew Kayla's clit into his mouth, and she let out a loud moan as he worked his tongue in and out of her. He slipped a finger inside of her, then two, thrusting them slowly in and out of her pussy.
When Ryan lifted his head to look along the length of her body, he could see the desire burning in her eyes.
Between his mouth and his fingers, Ryan was pushing her closer to the edge of release. She tried to hold back, but the pressure Ryan's tongue put on the sensitive spot was too much. One final flick of his tongue sent her flying into an orgasm.
She cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy muscles spasmed and she panted her pleasure.
Ryan sat up and smiled at her laying there, legs spread, pussy wet and glistening for him.
"Fuck, your beautiful," he rasped as he grabbed a condom off the nightstand.
And Ryan meant it. Kayla really was hot as fuck. A cute little brunette with nice perky tits.
"Are you ready?" He asked as he claimed her mouth in a quick, hard kiss.
"Yes," she said as she wiggled her hips so that the slick lips of her pussy could rub against the head of his cock. "Oh God, yes."
He positioned his cock at her wet folding, running the tip up and down. He kissed her again and then, with a flex of his hips, filled her in a single, hard thrust.
Kayla swallowed her moan as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Ryan began to move faster, setting a demanding pace as if he couldn't hold back any longer. And truth be told, neither could Kayla.
As she was writhing beneath him, he pressed himself forward until just the swollen head was wedged inside of her.
The perfect, tight heat that greeted him nearly robbed him of his seed at that moment.
He f lexed his hips and thrust inside her fully.
"Oh, God," she cried out.
Another exquisite thrust made him shudder violently over her. When he withdrew, her slick flesh squeezed his cock like a fist.
He was already on the verge of coming, and they had only just begun.
Once more, he drove deep inside of her, needing to bury himself to the hilt.
"Christ," he grunted as he thrust in and out of her. She was so fucking tight. She felt so fucking good.
Kayla clutched his shoulders as he pounded in and out of her. Kayla kept up with him, stroke for stroke.
"More," she begged.
His thrusts became faster, shorter, more intense.
Ryan grunted, his hands gripping Kayla's hips. He stared down at her, and he kept his eyes locked on her as he continued to thrust, his movements growing rougher and faster.
Kayla couldn't look away. She couldn't stop staring back at him, any more than she could stop the second orgasm that ripped through her.
She screamed out in pleasure. His body jerked, and a growl erupted from his throat while he pumped into her one fierce, final time.
Spent, he collapsed against her, his breath coming in harsh pants.
Several heartbeats later, he eased back, a roguish grin breaking across his handsome face.
Another great night.