Eric (Men of Honor 2)

“What’s with you?”

“I think pissed off you is hot as fuck.”

“I’m being serious here.”

“So am I spread em. Open up and let me in.” I had to nip her jaw to let her know I meant business in case the fourteen-inch steel pipe poking her in the crotch wasn’t enough of a giveaway.

I wanted to feel all that heat from her anger around my cock. I can only imagine how wild a pissed off Justine would fuck, and my cock was already leaking at the thought. I pushed my hand between us and cupped her pussy, and she pushed into me, trying to get closer.

I wasn’t expecting the flip, but a few seconds later, I was looking up at her in surprise. She palmed my cock through my shorts with a look of sudden hunger in her eyes. “Lose them.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I shimmied out of those shits so fast it must be some kinda record.

“Oh…shit!” She looked up from between my legs with a mouthful of cock, and I think I died and went to heaven. Every time I think I’ve dipped into her hidden facets and there couldn’t possibly be any more, she pulls a stunt like this.

She gobbled down as much of my cock as she could while making humming noises, and then she went after my balls with her tongue. “Oh, fuck, marry me.”

“I thought I already did.” She grinned around my cock, and I think I saw the gates to paradise.

I fisted her hair hard to test the waters, and when she just sucked my cock harder while trying to stuff more into her greedy ass mouth, I used that hank of hair to fuck her face on and off my cock. I felt her throat tickle the head of my cock while she fondled my nuts, and I was close.

“Fuck, pull off, I want inside you NOW.” She was still wearing her nightgown, so I dragged her up and over me to straddle my hips, ripped her sexy panties in half, and pulled her down on my raging cock in what felt like one smooth movement. We both exhaled at the same time, and then I was pulling her down to ravish her mouth with my tongue while my cock tried to bore a new hole in her.

She fucked herself so hard I was afraid she was going to give herself whiplash, but each time I tried bringing her down to a safer pace, she’d growl at me and dig her nails or teeth into my chest. I gave up trying and just enjoyed the fuck of my life. She even let me spank her ass hard without complaint, and when I drove my finger into her ass without lube, she just bit into my neck and came.

I wonder how I can get Janine to be a pain in the ass more often? Just a thought, I’m not really gonna do it, but good damn, Justine’s angry pussy is some good fucking pussy.

Eric

After Justine fell asleep, I stayed awake well into the night thinking about that shit Tyler had told me earlier. It hurt a little that he’d kept that shit from me all this time, and it brought home the fact that in a roundabout way, I’d done him more harm than good by leaving the door open for Janine, thinking that my son still needed his mother.

There was a lot I could do to get back at her if I wanted to. All those texts she’d sent me over the years asking to get back together for Tyler’s sake, of course, after she realized that I was now worth more than the idiot she’d left me for. I could also, in essence, burn every bridge between her and her friends and the elite group she was so hell-bent on being a part of, but somehow none of that seems like enough.

For what she’d done to my kid, the image I have in my head from the story he told, I want to bury her ass somewhere while she’s still breathing. I have a feeling if I don’t, and she keeps up with her shit that Tyler might go too far. It’s not that I don’t trust my son, but I know if he’s anything like me, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to protect those he loves.

I couldn’t sleep, so I got up and went downstairs to get a glass of water or something stronger to chase that image of a drenched scrawny Tyler running towards that car in the rain and that bitch splashing him with dirty water as she drove away laughing. As long as I live, I’ll never forgive her for that shit.

I saw a strange light on in the study and walked towards it to find Tyler sitting in the dark, staring at his computer screen. He looked up when he sensed my presence and looked back at the screen. “What’re you doing?” I stood at his shoulder, looking down at the screen but had no idea what I was looking at. It looked like some sort of spreadsheet.