The Dictator (Banker 2)

I had to look away because it made me sick to my stomach. I’d never been the jealous type, and Cato and I had a relationship based on lust and friendship, not love. But I was jealous anyway. Like, the heartbroken kind of jealous.

Cato kissed her back then turned to his dresser to pull on a condom. Then he dimmed the lights.

No way in hell was I gonna let him fuck her.

All three of us got onto the bed, and Cato kissed the other woman again. He moved on top of her and ran his hands through her hair.

I had to stop myself from kicking her.

Finally, it was my turn. He moved on top of me and pressed his face close to mine. Instead of kissing me right away, he hesitated, like a kiss was too much for him.

I opened my legs and circled them around his waist. My hands glided up his back until I reached the soft hair I used to fist all the time. I cradled his face to mine and forced the kiss to happen.

It was exactly as I remembered.

His lips hesitated once our mouths came together, not because he didn’t like it, he’d just forgotten how wonderful it could be. He breathed into my mouth before he kissed me again, kissing me in a different way than he kissed the other woman.

I pointed his cock at my entrance then grabbed his hips and forced him inside me.

I moaned into his mouth when I felt how big he was. My mouth remembered, but my pussy didn’t.

He moaned too, even though latex separated us.

My fingers fisted his hair again, and we moved together slowly, like every single sensation was too good to speed up. My heels dug into his ass, and I breathed into his mouth. It felt so right, even better than it had before.

He rocked into me a little harder, his mouth still cherishing mine.

Then he was pulled away from me. The woman lay on her back beside me then guided his mouth to hers. She tugged him harder, forcing him out of me.

Not gonna happen, bitch.

I yanked Cato back to me then kicked her.

“Ouch, bitch.”

I forced his mouth to mine and pulled the condom off his length. Then I forced him inside me, making him feel just how good it was when it was just the two of us.

He moaned louder this time, his mouth halting because the sensation was so wonderful. He pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes, his cock twitching inside me.

I did the rocking, pushing my hips forward and backward to take his length. I was wet, and my cream already coated his shaft. As if our bodies were perfect for one another, they fit like two pieces of a puzzle, like they were made to be together. I knew he didn’t want those other women in the first place, and now I gave him a strong reminder of that truth.

He breathed against my mouth as he brought his thrusts to a stop. His arms shook as he held himself on top of me, not from the exertion, but from the sensation.

The dumb bitch beside him tried to get his attention again. She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him toward her.

He threw her arm down without even looking at her. “Leave us.” He scooped his arms behind my knees and stretched me wide apart, putting me at the angle he liked the most. He wanted to give it to me good and hard—just like old times.

“Are you kidding me?” she hissed.

“Then watch.” He rested his face close to mine and observed my eyes react.

My fingers moved into his hair, and I moaned against his lips, my body so happy to be reunited with his. I didn’t want to share him with anyone, especially women who only cared about the size of his wallet and his package. At least I really knew him, really understood him.

The woman dressed with a loud sigh and finally left.

Now it was just the two of us.

Exactly how it should be.

His thrusts picked up, and he rocked into me at a regular pace, giving me long and even strokes that hit me in the right spot every time. His headboard tapped lightly against the wall, and his eyes remained focused on mine, like having me was the greatest sexual experience he’d ever had.

“This is the only pussy you want.” I gripped his lower back and forced him deep inside me, pulling my body back into his in response.

He moaned as he fucked me harder.

“Say it.” I kissed him hard, my tongue circling his. “Say it.”

He sucked my bottom lip as he fucked me harder. His cock thickened inside me further.

I felt the climax hit me unexpectedly. Like a freight train slamming into a brick wall, the sensation nearly knocked me to the ground. My toes curled until both of my feet cramped, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying the greatest orgasm I’d ever had. I clawed at his back and moaned in his face.