The phone rings and she pops up. I’m going to show her how dangerous being out here with no protection truly is. To prove my point, I knock out a pane of glass in the back door. The woman has no value for her safety. “Mr. Puss?” I hear her calling for the cat. Jesus. If I were a real intruder she’d be fucked.
Mr. Puss is currently rubbing his fur up the side of my boot, shedding his damn hair on my pant leg. The utility closet that houses the hot water heater also holds the breaker box. I flip the main breaker cutting off all power to the house.
She’s still calling for the pussy cat. I can see her pressed against the window. Patience doesn’t have the slightest inkling that she isn’t alone. I know it’s an asshole thing to do, but if Choke didn’t light a fire under her ass to take her safety serious then I’m not sure what will do it, but I have to try.
I make my move, sneaking up behind her, I grab her mouth, gloved palm to her lips, her scream muffled. “What do you want? Her voice trembles.
“Came to make you gag on it.” I’m going to hell. The moment I say the words I go rock hard at the thought of Patience gagging on my dick. I think about using her fantasy against her but I can smell the dear on her but more so I sense something deeper and more depraved in both of us. I shine my flashlight on her.
Awareness at who I am hits her.
“Didn’t even lock the front door, babe.” I tsk.
“You need to leave.” Her voice says one thing but the way her nipples are pebbled in that tank hard enough to cut glass I beg to differ.
I turn off the flashlight and move in closer. Sexual energy crackles between us. Keeping her pinned to the wall I cup her cunt with the palm of my hand. She’s fucking soaked. “I can smell you.” Her body jerks and I tease at her clit. “That feel good, babe.”
“Fuck you, Jag.”
That mouth is pure trouble.
“I’m game if you are.” I increase the pressure of my thumb against her sensitive bundle of nerves and she moans like a bitch in heat.
“You’re a real piece of work.”
“What I am after watching you prance around the house in your underwear with the curtains open is horny. You wanna do something about it or do I need to take care of myself?” I pull off my gloves, dropping them to the floor to stroke a finger along her jaw. I trace the perfect cupid’s bow of her top lip, shoving two fingers between her lips. Patience sucks my digits deeper, getting them good and wet. The moon moves from behind the clouds providing us with enough light for me to see her.
In one swift motion, I jerk her panties down with my free hand and remove my fingers from her mouth only to shove them between her legs, sinking them into her pretty pink heat. Her hips shift, seeking more friction on that pulsing clit. “I should spank your ass raw for not locking them doors and putting on that little fucking show for whoever wanted to peep in your windows.”
“You know you’re the one who sounds crazy here, right?”
“Stop talking.” I slam my lips down on hers tasting her wine and desire. I continue thrusting my fingers inside her while I explore her mouth with my tongue. “Damn you’re tight. Hot little cunt fucking hungry for it.” I get a handful of her ass. Her leg hitches on my hip. I could fuck her right here, but I want to take her in a bed. “Any beds downstairs?”
“Guest room,” her voice comes out sultry like a purr. I should probably be smart and lock the door and turn the power back on but I’m thinking with the head between my legs at the moment. Truth is, I’ve wanted Patience since I saw her with Choke’s fucking belt around her throat.
“Show me.” I light the way with my flashlight. Patience takes me to a room with a queen size bed, some ugly ass floral pattern on the comforter. Not that it matters. I lose the flashlight, leaving it on and balanced upright on the nightstand and shove her down on the mattress. Spreading her legs, I bury my face between her thighs to get a good taste. Fucking sweeter than I imagined, Patience tastes like she belongs to me. Pushing a hand up under her tank, I massage her melon shaped tit, tweaking the nipple between my thumb and finger. I roll the hardened skin back and forth. Her fingers thread through my hair. Knees squeezing against my temples, she’s close to getting off. I glance up to see her watching me eat her, fucking panting.
“Don’t stop, Jag.”
“Babe, I’m just getting started.” I flatten my tongue and give her long licks, parting them pussy lips.
Chapter 8
Patience
Oh my shit. Jagger snakes up my body after shedding his clothes and turning his stupid flashlight off. His hard body presses into my curves, setting my soul on fire. Lips meeting mine, his mouth tastes of my essence. “Fuck, you feel good, Patience.” The head of his thick erection pushes against me. Hot and throbbing with need. “Babe, gotta ask you, you on the pill?”
“I have an IUD.”
“Good to know.” Hand reaching between us he guides himself in. Rooted deep, he stills inside me. “Gave you my protection. Gave you my word. Don’t know what the fuck you’ve done to me, but I like it.” I don’t know how to respond to that because I feel it too. This strong desire bursting at the seams to give my body and trust over to him. He draws out and slams back in. My nails scratch down his back. Our hips rubbing bodies rocking together. His hand comes around my throat, those cobalt eyes holding me captive under the glow of the moonlight pouring through the window. The harder he thrusts the tighter he squeezes my airway. Not enough to hurt, but enough pressure I’m gasping.
“Fuck me. You love that don’t you, dirty girl. Like it when I choke you. Shit turns you on when I do it, huh?” I nod in response unable to vocalize a response. “You gonna come for me again?” His hand slides down the column of my throat trailing down my chest between the valley of my breasts. Mouth latched to mine he kisses me deep with lots of tongue. “Roll over, babe.”
Doing as I’m told I go to all fours. He rewards me with a slap against my ass. Shoving a finger in my mouth to get it wet, he teases at my backside with the head of his cock, rubbing it back and forth through my slick heat.
“You want this cock, then come take it.” Jagger grips my hips and impales me on his dick. Holy shit my ass bounces off his thighs. “Ride me,” he growls. Pushing back against him, I give as good as I get. Fingers biting into my hips, he controls my pace as I grind against him. Teeth sinking into my shoulder he nips at me roughly. Beads of sweat drip down my back. I’m on fire for him. Eyes rolling back in my head I quiver and shake, my orgasm wreaking havoc on my body and his cock.
His hand shoots up and grips the back of my neck, pressing my face down in the feather stuffed pillows. Thumb teasing at my forbidden hole, he continues to fuck me hard until I’m on the verge of tears he feels so damn good. And when I think I can’t take anymore, he slows the pace, torturing me.