Rich Groom (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 1)

Annabelle gasps as I grab her hands and pin them against the wall. I’m pressed up against her, every part of me lined up with every part of her, my cock as far in her as it will go. “You love this,” I whisper in her ear. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“You like taking all of my cock in that tight little pussy of yours.” I thrust to emphasize my words and she whimpers in pleasure. Pulling out slowly, I tease her, waiting for her answer. Inch by inch, out then in. “Anna?”

“Yes, fuck.”

“Say it.” I want to hear the words from her lips. The same lips that were wrapped around my cock and are coated with my cum.

Her hands try to fist, and I hold them flat against the wall as I thrust in again and she cries out. “I like your cock in my tight little pussy. Please.”

I smile against her neck. “Since you asked nicely.”

Now I don’t hold back driving into her with all the force that I’ve been holding back. I fuck her. Hard and fast. But this time I can make it last, draw it out. I’m going to keep her on the edge for as long as I can. I want her to be dripping down her legs, every bit of her shaking before she comes. And then I’m going to take her out on this date, and I’m going to take her home and fuck her again.

The collar of her shirt is still askew, and I gently bite the skin there, feeling her shiver. “We have eight years to make up for,” I say to her. “I want every part of you. Every position, every orgasm.”

“Yes.”

I can’t tell if she’s agreeing with me or if it feels good. I’m not sure that it actually matters. All that matters is that she’s close, and I’m going to fuck her into oblivion. Anna’s ass is pressing back into me, thrusting to meet my hips, and I take her right hand with mine, guiding it down to her clit, and together, we tease it.

Her head falls back against my shoulder, and I fuck her harder, circling her clit with her fingers and feeling her pussy clench down on my cock, trying to gather every last bit of sensation. She’s so close, I can feel it.

There’s a knock at the door, and Anna goes stiff in my arms. I don’t stop fucking her, and I double my efforts on her clit. I move my other hand to her mouth, keeping her silent as I thrust my cock into her, deep as it will go, balls bouncing against her with every thrust.

“Just a minute,” I call, and I add to her in a whisper. “That door isn’t opening until you come on my cock. And quietly. Otherwise they’ll know that I’m fucking you senseless.”

It’s those words that do it. She shudders against me, pussy spasming, and I can feel a flood pouring down over my cock, and her moans are muffled into my hand. I keep fucking her, feeling her shiver with the aftershocks until she’s still, and I pull out of her slowly, making sure that she can stand.

Anna is leaning against the wall, panting, but she looks back at me and smiles. Shit, she’s beautiful. It makes me never want to open that door. But I tuck myself back into my pants and give her a chance to rearrange her clothes before I open it, finding the girl from the sales counter waiting patiently. Her eyes go a little wide when she sees me, and wider when they float past me to Annabelle.

I turn and pull Anna to me, kissing her hard once again. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“For our date.”

I laugh as I turn away and nod to the salesgirl as I pass. Anna was right. Everyone is going to know that we’re fucking now, and I couldn’t care less. Bring it on. I think I can give them a rumor to top it.

7

Annabelle

After I get off my shift at the store, I go home to change, and get ready for our date. Plus, it’s the 15th. I have to pay my power bill today or they’re going to turn it off. That thought makes my stomach flip, but I have enough for the bill, and enough food to make it till payday. I can do this.

I fish out the late notice for the electric company and log into my account. But what I see there is confusing. The past due balance is zero. And my current balance is zero. That’s not right. I checked this yesterday, and both balances were a hell of a lot higher than zero. It’s still before closing, so I call the power company and navigate my way through the maze of menus before I can talk to someone and ask what’s going on. A friendly woman is the one who talks to me.