“No, I’m not. I’m not saving her for her. I’m saving her for him. I don’t want her blood on his hands. She’s been pushing the envelope for years, but she finally went too far.” In more ways than one! I’d had a long talk with Justine’s ex, Lora’s dad when I called to give him the address to my PO Box since he wasn’t allowed to know our home address.
I had to threaten him, but I got some good information out of him in the end. That’s how I learned that Janine was trying to cover all the bases. If the beat down she was planning didn’t work, her next point of attack was character assassination, both mother and daughter. She and his wife had a whole list of shit planned against Lora and Justine.
I’d gone to the country club to expose her in secret, just a little meet between her and I with the information I had, but Justine had thrown a wrench in that shit. Now I’m going to use the information to save her worthless ass life because I don’t want my dad sitting in a jail cell because of her.
As for Lora’s dad, he knows better than to ever show his face around here again. Once I told him to keep his bitch wife away from Lora, and her mother or she’d come up missing, he got the picture. I did use my dad’s money to threaten him, but what’s the point of having that shit if you can’t put it to good use?
I pulled up outside Janine’s mansion and buzzed the intercom at the gate. I had no doubt her husband would let me in once he knew it was me because he’s been doing his best for the last few years to play the role of stepdad, something he will never be to me.
“Let’s make this shit quick. I need to get back to the school to pick up Lora.”
“I’m sure someone would give her a ride if we’re not back in time.” Paul looked at his watch as we were playing it close.
“I don’t want anyone else driving her.” I ignored the look he gave me as I drove through the gate.
Eric
Since Justine seemed freaked out by my train of thought, I decided it was best to divert her attention, so as soon as we got home, I dragged her upstairs to our bed. It was only when I had us both naked in two minutes flat and was balls deep inside her in three that I realized how pissed I really was. It was the first time I’d ever been rough with her. Her yelp of shock and pain brought me back to my senses, and I would love to say that I pulled my shit together and eased up on her; I didn’t.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?” Her pussy was still throbbing around my cock from the way I’d slammed into her, and this time it seemed more like a throb of pain than pleasure. I pulled out, lifted her ass in my hands, and gave her my mouth. It’s the only concession I was willing to make. Now, as she writhed against my mouth and fucked herself on my tongue, the sounds she made were filled with pleasure.
As soon as she came in my mouth, I reared up and slammed my cock back home, holding still to let her get used to my extra thickness. It felt like my anger had made my cock just that much harder for some reason, and her tight pussy, which struggles to take my meat on a good day, was having a time of it. When I looked into her eyes and saw the sheen of tears, there is when I realized that I was pissed at her and the fact that she’d put herself in danger.
Not only that, I was scared shitless for her, and that fear was making me irrational. I didn’t say a word to her as I deep fucked her over and over with our eyes locked. I twisted my hip and went in deeper, trying to skewer her to the bed. When my eyes landed on that fucking mark on her cheek, I acknowledged that that was the basis for my anger, the fact that she’d put herself in a position to be hurt by my ex; my almost certainly dead ex.
No, I’m not going to think about that bitch while I’m inside my wife. Justine reached up and cupped my cheek, and it was like a switch was turned off inside my head. My body shook with remorse and guilt as I pulled her into my chest, now it was my eyes that filled with moisture. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, baby, forgive me.”
“No, Eric, this wasn’t your fault.”