Eric (Men of Honor 2)

She tried pulling my head back to look at me, but I wrapped my arms even tighter around her until there was no space between us as I rocked into her, burying my cock to the hilt. I eased up on the deep strokes and changed to a grinding motion, which was more like stirring her insides with my dick than fucking but just as effective.

It wasn’t long before her pussy started juicing again, and she was clutching at me with her arms and legs as she tried to get me to fuck her harder. I pulled out and pushed her onto her hands and knees in the classic doggie position. I felt bad when I saw how red her pussy was, so I took pity on her and ate her out from behind while stroking my leaking cock to keep him in check. He was not in as nice a mood as I now was.

She sighed and cooed at the feel of my tongue soothing her bruised insides before I pulled my head from her snatch, grabbed her ass cheeks hard enough to lift her knees off the bed, and eased my cock into her cunt nice and slow. The sight of her pussy stretched around my cock, the plump lips filled with blood as they strained to take me, helped bring me all the way down.

This is my woman; she’s safe here with me; everything else can wait. I still needed to pound out my frustration and fear, though, so her pussy still got a workout. But from the way she screamed and carried on, I’m guessing it wasn’t that bad. I don’t know how many times she came, but I know it was a lot from the state of the sheets when I finally pulled out after offloading inside her. She’d also either fainted or fallen asleep after her last orgasm because she was out cold when I pulled out of her belly where I’d been for the last ten minutes of our fuck.

I pulled the sheet up over her and headed for the shower to wash off. I could hear the staff downstairs when I headed down to my office, only now remembering that they were here. Shit, they must’ve heard her screaming. It’s a wonder they didn’t call the cops. Now that I had that out of my system, now that I had resealed the bond and made sure that my woman was okay and was now safely tucked away in my bed, I turned my mind to other things.

I called the guy I had following Janine, and he answered on the first ring. “Yeah, boss!”

“Where is she? You still have eyes on her?”

“Yeah, she went home, but there’s something you should know. Your boy was at her place.”

“You don’t say.” I’m not too worried about my kid; he handled himself well today. I have to remember to reward him for protecting his stepmom.

“Yeah, not sure what all went on in there, but he went in and came out in less than ten minutes. I couldn’t see him, but from the way he drove, I’d say he was okay.”

“Where’s my kid now?”

“He headed back to the high school. I didn’t think she was going to leave the house again anytime soon, so I followed him. I wasn’t sure what you’d want, so I tailed him to be on the safe side.”

“You did good; I’ll see you tomorrow; you’re off the job for now. If I need you in the future, I’ll let you know.”

“Sure thing, boss.” We hung up, and I sat in silence, contemplating my next move. I’m guessing Tyler had gone to her house with the information he’d collected the night before. No doubt he’d gone to the country club for the same reason, but Justine had beaten him there.

I still have no idea what she was doing there. Had she gone there to confront Janine? Is that what she and Janelle had been up to? If so, I have to tread carefully. I have to let her know that I’m not pissed that she felt brave enough to stand up for herself, but that I’m mad as fuck that someone hit her. It’s been years since I’ve felt this level of anger at anyone, and once again, it’s Janine.

If I didn’t already have it in for her after that story, Tyler told about her splashing him in the rain; this shit would’ve pushed me over the edge. As it stands, I have to figure out a way to get her the fuck out of my life, our lives.

Justine was still asleep when I ran back upstairs to check on her, so I kissed her warm cheek and left. The kids will be home soon, and what I had to do shouldn’t take that long. I grabbed a folder from my desk and went out to the car, knowing that what I was about to do should’ve been done a long time ago.