Stacy's Destiny (The Town of Pearl 2)

Stacy felt as if she blacked out a second. The sex was so intense and hot that she nearly felt reality slip away from her. It was like an out-of-body experience. That was the only way she could describe it. Her lips were numb from taking Eric’s hard cock down her throat. He had been a little rough, but damn it, she wanted it that way and could have taken him even rougher. It was insane. Her pussy felt swollen, and her legs were weak.

“Are you okay, baby?” Eric asked as he brought the washcloth to her face and neck. He caressed it against her skin, the cool cloth causing goose bumps along her flesh.

“You’re so sexy, baby. I love this body,” Eric stated, tracing a nipple with his finger then cupping her breast. He pushed the lace bra to the side and leaned down to suckle a breast. She moaned, and for crying out loud, she felt the moisture leak from her pussy. Then she felt Max’s cock move inside of her. They both moaned.

“Oh man, she’s going to kill us both. I can feel her pussy grabbing my cock,” Max teased as he lifted from his forearms. Stacy moaned as Eric washed her belly then lower. Max gave another thrust before he gently pulled from her body. She was shocked when he leaned down and kissed her pussy. Her entire body tingled, and her heart soared. I love these guys.

She tensed as the men pulled their pants on. It was Eric who took her hand to help her up.

“No, don’t move me. Just get me a blanket and I’ll stay right here,” she stated with her eyes closed. She was content and exhausted.

Max chuckled along with Eric.

“Come on, honey. We’ll take a quick shower and get to bed. It’s been a long day,” Max told her as Eric lifted her into his arms and carried her across the room.

Chapter 9

It was three o’clock in the morning when Barry walked into his home. He had been so sexually frustrated that he wound up at Teressa’s apartment. He’d fucked her a few times over the last few months while he was trying to get to know Stacy. Teressa had been his access to information on Stacy and whether she was dating anyone or even liked men. Stacy seemed so untainted and not promiscuous in any way, and that turned Barry on even more. He had enough sexual experience for the two of them. In fact, her innocence and youth would make her a good student in bed. Thoughts of restraining her made his dick hard again. Teressa just took off the edge tonight. It was becoming unbearable to live like this and without his woman. He had to locate Stacy soon. He was beginning to feel as if he could lose his mind. Didn’t his phone messages today entice her? Perhaps she was playing hard to get. She was special, and she would be his prize possession.

“Late meeting?” his wife Claire asked as he sat on the edge of the bed and began to take off his dress shoes. He was annoyed that he had to live with her, never mind sleep in the same bed.

“Yeah,” he replied, and she turned on the bedside light.

He tossed a glance over his shoulder at her. He hated the bitch. If he could get rid of her, he would. But her damn father had more money than God. He would never get away with killing her. Instead he just ignored her best he could, and he would grin and bear it.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and sniffed the air.

“You’re lying to me. I can smell the cheap perfume on you. Who were you fucking tonight, Barry?” she asked, sounding disgusted and annoyed. For a moment, he cringed thinking that if she divorced him, he would lose out on a lot of money. That was money he needed to disappear with Stacy and begin a new life. He better tread carefully.

“Who the fuck is she?” Claire yelled, and he was surprised at her outburst and aggression. His dick hardened. He thought about showing his wife who was boss. What would she do if he threw her onto her stomach, forced her thighs open, and fucked her from behind? The prim and proper bitch would probably run to daddy and claim that Barry had assaulted her. All these bitches were the same. They asked to be fucked, and then when he fucked them, they cried rape or assault.

“I’m tired, Claire. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit tonight.”

She was on her knees crawling across the bed to him. She sat behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. He tensed. He really hated her. She was boring, and fucking her was torture.

“I’m just concerned, Barry. You’ve been acting strangely for weeks now. Are you still upset over that woman from work who broke your nose?”

He tightened under her hands then forced himself to relax.

“Maybe a little. Let me go shower so I can get a few hours sleep before it’s time to get up for work.”

He went to get up, but she stopped him. He felt her breath against his neck as she squeezed his shoulders.

“I want you to stop whatever it is you’re doing. I know you’re up to something. I know about the women and about Stacy. If you drop everything now, I’ll forget all of it and we can move on with our marriage. If you continue to lie to me and cheat on me, we’re through.”

He was shocked as he glanced up to her. He held her gaze and didn’t even feel compelled to lie to her, but he knew he had to.

“Honey, what are you talking about? What other women? And Stacy? What about Stacy? She’s the one who caused all the problems at work. Claire. I’m tired and I’m not in the mood for one of your fantasies or accusations about me being unfaithful to you. So go to bed and I’ll forget all about this conversation.” He dismissed her and was firm in his statement. She looked a little embarrassed then blushed.

“You didn’t say anything about the nightgown I’m wearing.”

He looked her over. The pale-pink silk was more appealing than her skin. Her breasts were so small that the cups sagged. She needed the larger size because her belly sagged. He found her inability to take care of her body a total turn-off. He didn’t mind large women as long as they kept themselves neat and attractive. His wife was lazy, and that extra weight she had was from being inactive.

“It looks nice, Claire.”

She moved across his lap and straddled his hips. Placing her hands on his shoulders she began to move up and down his body.

“I’ll do that thing you like. I’ll try really hard this time,” she offered, and he swallowed hard. He could let her give him a blow job. It wouldn’t hurt. But she didn’t like doing that. She never finished and usually started gagging after a few strokes.