“I’m not into that.” She shook her head.
“How do you know? You’re were a virgin until I fucked you. You might be surprised by the number of things I can make you like.” I reached forward and grabbed her hair. “I bet you even like it rough.”
I pulled back on her hair and started thrusting into her as hard as I could. Her whole body contorted and a loud moan of pleasure rushed out of her throat like a typhoon of pleasure. I slammed into her pussy so hard I was concerned I would leave bruises before I was done, and she shook with pleasure that was magnified with more intensity than I had felt from her before that moment. She definitely liked it rough. I kept thrusting as hard as I could until she was on the edge again. I kept her hair pulled tight but I slowed down to keep her on the edge for a little bit longer. My cock was throbbing and begging for a release, but if I had to go once we were done, I was going to make it a damn marathon instead of a sprint.
“You like every bit of that don’t you?” I slapped her ass again.
“Yes!” Her body tightened underneath me as the confession rushed across her lips.
My furious thrusting was making her so wet that her lust was running down her thighs and mixing with the perspiration of our bodies. She was melting into the discovery of her hidden desires—things she probably only read about or saw in movies. It was becoming a part of her real life as I kept impaling her on my cock and pounding her tight, wet pussy. I felt her orgasm get close over and over but I denied her, slowing down before she could erupt. My hand stayed tied up in her hair so long my knuckles were getting numb, but she was still panting with each breath begging for more. I realized I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer, so I started concentrating on her g-spot, delivering hard and powerful thrusts that caused the arm of the couch to creak and shudder against the force of her body being driven into it.
“You’re going to make me cum...” It was there before she finished her sentence.
Her body started to quiver and shake. I loved the feeling of a woman orgasming on my cock. Her pussy clenched against me, getting tight as she spasmed and shook. The sensations of her orgasm flooding through her body caused my cock to throb and pulsate. Cum began to erupt as I let out several hard grunts of pleasure. I could feel it swelling in the condom to the point it felt like the pocket designed to catch it was going to explode if I wasn’t careful. I started to slow my thrusts as my muscles tightened and my body was drained of cum. I released her hair and let her head slump down before I pulled out of her and slumped down on the couch behind her. She let out a moan when our bodies were separated and remained against the arm of the couch, her body still dripping with lust. I removed the condom and tied it in a knot, holding it in my hand as I recovered some of my spent energy.
“I guess I’ll go now.” I stood and picked up my pants.
“Wait...” She muttered, turning towards me. “You don’t have to go.”
“You said you wanted me to fuck you and leave, so I’m leaving. If you want me to stay, tell me that tomorrow before I fuck you.” I leaned over and gave her another hard slap on her ass, but she didn’t react.
I finished dressing and left her naked on the couch. I saw her cat peeking around the corner, probably wondering what the hell I did to his mama. I sent my driver a text message and waited by the curb until he arrived. I tossed the condom in the bushes before I climbed into the back of the car and looked back at her house. I hadn’t fucked a woman like that in years. I had gotten tired of the endless merry-go-round of sluts that wanted it rough and it changed my philosophy. I went after the good girls that didn’t know what they wanted—the kind that could count their partners on one hand. It was rare to find one that didn’t even have one to count. I wasn’t sure what the future held for Abby and me, but I knew that I would be back the next night, and I was going to fuck her again.
C
hapter 15: Abby
Holy shit.
My body had been pillaged. The front of my thighs hurt from being slammed against the couch and they were slightly rubbed raw from the fabric. The back of my thighs hurt from the intensity of his thrusts. There was even a light sting across my ass from where he slapped it. My scalp tingled and my hair had just melded with the sweat on my neck. My pussy felt like it had been wrecked. The strangest part of it was that I didn’t care—I felt so much pleasure from the way he fucked me that it was worth every second of the agony I knew I would feel when I walked into work the next day. I finally got enough energy from the afterglow of my orgasm to roll off of the arm of the couch and sink into the cushions. Sebastian walked over and pressed his nose to my hand.
“I’m sorry, Sebastian. Your mommy is becoming a slut...” I closed my tired eyes, unable to keep the lids forced open. “Apparently I like it rough...”
I thought it was going to be about me. I thought I could use Mr. Mistake twice and walk away unscathed. As I lay there on the couch with the air conditioning blowing across my body, I wished he was there with me. I wanted him to stay and put his arms around me the way he did after the first time we had sex. I regretted telling him to fuck me and leave. It was a defense mechanism against having him do it anyway, but I underestimated the need for his touch after my body had been ravaged. It was still early and I needed to eat. Sebastian was likely starving as well. When I thought I was going to fall asleep if I stayed on the couch another minute, I stood and grabbed my robe. I ate a light meal and fed Sebastian before walking upstairs and collapsing in my bed.
I CHECKED MY PHONE as I walked into work the next morning. I hoped for a text message, and I had one, but it was from Mary-Katherine instead of Max. The State Fair was coming up in a month and we always tried to make it a point to go. I confirmed I was interested, like I always was, and walked into the office. I blushed when I saw the conference room and remembered what Max did to me the last time I sat at the table. I decided to hold a quick power session with my team to talk over plans and get some status updates. After that was done, I wrote up a report for Mr. Hawthorne, and then I started reviewing some of the work that had been completed by the team. Everything was coming together nicely; I just needed to get through a lot of reports and analyze some data.
“Hey Adam.” I caught his attention and motioned for him to come over.
“What can I help you with?” He walked over and looked at my screen where I was pointing.
“I’m not familiar with these reports here. There’s one from the FDA and some sort of lab analysis?” I opened them up and leaned back so he could read them.
“Oh, that’s nothing.” He waved his hand at the monitor, dismissing it. “Now that we’re moving into the realm of marketing it more as a vitamin supplement than an energy drink to get past the college advertisement restrictions, we’re getting some new tests done.”
“Okay.” I shrugged and closed the emails. “I think that is something for the people at Energy Enhanced to worry about.”
“Agreed.” Adam nodded. “So, we’ve been working together for a little bit. Any chance you’d be interested in that date?”
“I can’t.” I grimaced out of feigned respect for his feelings. “I’m actually kind of seeing someone.”
“Wow, you move fast. Did you already get married as well?” He laughed. “Talk to you later.”
My relationship—or whatever it was—with Max was complicated. I definitely couldn’t explain it to Adam. The day came to a close with a few more emails and I still hadn’t received a single text from Max. I wondered if he would even show up, or if I would end up being another victim of Mr. Mistake with him on my mind when I went to sleep alone. I was actually anticipating his arrival. I was staring at the clock, waiting for the final minute to tick so I could run home and get ready. When that moment finally came, I shut down my computer and headed towards the parking garage. One last look at my phone confirmed it was still silence on his end. I parked my car outside my house and walked inside, where I was immediately greeted by Sebastian.
“Did you have a good day?” I picked him and hugged him tight. “Mommy missed you.”
That was enough affection for Sebastian. He let me hug him for a moment and then he was ready to be released. I decided to go ahead and feed him. If I had another night like the previous one, I wouldn’t want to get off the couch or come downstairs once it was over. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down on the couch wearing nothing but a light robe again. The clock ticked closer and closer to the six o’clock hour. It was time to find out if I was another victim of Mr. Mistake or if he would appear at my door ready to step into my life for the third time. If he didn’t do second dates, the third date was definitely going to be one hell of a stretch. I watched the clock intently and then I heard a car outside. A couple of seconds later the door slammed.