Garrett fails

To Emma surprise Tom was so willing to make this happen that she found herself meet Garrett Johnson on his door step the very next day.

Garrett laugh “Don’t be shy, I can’t promise you becoming enslaved to your father so he can **** me to fuck you isn’t the most **** thing a woman has done for a night with me but it up there. I am just that good in bed.”

Emma's toes curled in her sneakers as she watched Garrett Johnson swagger towards her.. The afternoon sun cast a perfect golden glow on his leather jacket flung casually over one shoulder. His smirk was infuriating and enticing at the same time, a perfect mix of arrogance and charm that made her heart race. If anyone else had his that kind of ego She would have slap him in the face without hesitation. But this was Garrett fucking Johnson, the star of her grade, and his confidence only added to his appeal.

So she leaned closer, unable to resist the pull of his magnetic presence. The scent of cologne and cigarettes drifted from him, mingling with the sweet smell of freshly cut grass. Emma couldn't help but feel captivated by this powerful ‘man’ before her, letting his ego take control as she allowed herself to be pulled into his orbit.

With a confident ease, Garrett scooped Emma up in his arms and swiftly carried her to his bed. His practiced hands expertly removed each article of clothing, leaving her bare and **** as he gently placed her on the soft sheets. It was clear that this was not the first time he had undressed a woman with such suave precision. But Emma didn’t care that she wasn’t the first woman he had down this too, because this WAS HER TURN TO EXPERIENCE IT. As she lay there, exposed and entirely at his mercy, Emma couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation at what was to come.

Emma's heart raced as she anticipated the foreplay that was sure to come. However, in a surprising turn of events, Garrett carelessly thrust his hard cock straight into her open pussy without any warning or preparation. She could feel her body tensing up and knew that she wasn't fully ready for sex yet. She needed foreplay to get her body in the right state, but the thought of stopping Garrett from doing what he wanted was out of the question. After all, he was known as Garrett Fucking Johnson - every girl raved about his skills in bed. Surely he knew more about sex than she did. She tried to push away her doubts and let him take control, telling herself that it would feel amazing once he got going.

His powerful hips thrust at an insane pace, a pace that her pussy wasn’t ready for. Not only was his thrust fast, they where also wild causing his cock head to bounce awkwardly around inside of her.

After one particular thrust single though quickly pop into Emma’s mind ‘Why can't he angle a little bit more up as Tom did? It felt better.’ Leaving her hating herself for even thinking about ‘that’ man when she was laying in the bed of the ‘man’ of her dreams.

With a determined look on her face, she began to sway her hips in a seductive dance, trying to coax Garret into the perfect angle to flash Tom’s name out of her mind. But Garrett's rough hands came down hard on her chest, slapping her bouncing breasts and stopping her movements. "Just stay there, bitch," he growled. "Let Garrett show you what a real ride feels like."

Emma tried to push away the memories of the past and focus on the agonizingly slowly building desire between her legs. She desperately wanted this new partner to take her feel amazing, but her hormones screamed ‘Ride of my life, it isn’t a tenth as good as it was with Tom.’

As the fire built inside of her, she felt him reach his climax and quickly roll off of her, leaving her in a state of longing to finish what they started. His words echoed in her mind, taunting her with the promise of the ultimate pleasure he had just given her: "See bitch, I told you I would give you the fuck of your life." She laid there, feeling utterly unsatisfied all at once, her body trembling for the finished he failed to give her. He stop and the worse possible time, if he hand finished a minute before she wouldn’t had the desire to cum, but now she has an unignorably desire to be finished, and she was to angry at him for not doing it to tell him that he didn’t.

She laid there in complete stunned that he had finished with out her orgasming even once as Garratt ego prove him to speak even more “Don’t be ashamed you aren't the first girl I fuck so good that I left her speechless. I know your dad said you would spend the night, but I have some place to be, so you can see yourself out in the morning.”

She couldn't believe his audacity. He then dismissively told her to take all the time she needed to collect herself before leaving the room with a proud swagger. As she lay there, feeling used and unsatisfied, wondering why everyone said someone so bad at sex was the best they ever had.

She knew she could stay here for the night, but the unrelenting ache between her legs made her more, so After a few minutes she reluctantly rose from her position, pulling on her clothes and taking slow, deliberate steps towards home. Each stride was a reminder of the insatiable desire that consumed her, fueling her anger towards Tom for ruining any chance at pleasure with someone else. As she approached her destination, she knew there was only one option left to satisfy her needs, but couldn't bring herself to admit it until she arrived.

She pause outside her door when she heard her mother screaming in pleasure from Tom’s dick. She hated to admit it, but she knew that if she wanted to finish that would be her a few seconds after she went in. So she waiting until the moaning died down.

When she opens the door, she saws her mother standing there in sweat/cum drenched see-through lingerie and a great grin on her face. “I wasn't expecting you to be back so soon; Tom and I are about to start our second round. Since you are back so soon, I can only assume he didn't live up to expectations.”

Emma scuffs “not even close.”

This was followed shortly by Heather stating, "From the tone in your voice, I can tell he didn't finish you."

Emma groaned. "NO! He didn't!"

Heather giggled. "Well, Tom and I are about to start."

Emma instantly knew what her mother was implying, so she stated, “He is not to call me his daughter. He only has one daughter, and she should be sleeping in my room by now."

Heather quickly countered, "He can call you whatever he wants." Before pausing for a second, she said, "But I am sure he cares about you enough not to call you that." Then, she wrapped her arm around her daughter and walked her toward her bedroom, where Tom was waiting.

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The end

I hope you like the ride