I spank her again and see her hand move between us so she can stroke herself.
I slap her other cheek, then get a rhythm going, and I’m spanking her in earnest while fucking her ass. I watch the movement of her back as it arches, and she comes, face buried in the pillow. I move a few times and come inside her, nearly toppling over her from sheer joy.
I rest my chin on her shoulder and rub her soft skin a little. “Marry me?”
She turns her face to the side, and I see she’s thinking about it. If I press her like this anymore, she’s gonna fold. For the first time in my life, instead of pushing the target to fold, I decide I’m gonna wait out that year.
I’m gonna put in that year she wants me to put in. I am, because I have a feeling Tammy needs that long to come around on her own. Besides, I haven’t secured the house, so I have only my words and the little bit of time I’ve spent with her.
My phone rings, showing a local number. Tammy stretches over the bed and grabs my phone, then hands it to me.
“You can answer if you like,” I say because we’re building trust and also because I’m still inside her ass.
She puts the phone over her ear, and I stretch out over her so I can hear.
“Hello,” she says.
“Hi, Tammy.” It’s Blake.
Oh hell no. I’m deep inside her ass and this dude is cooing in her ear on my phone. I grab the phone and kneel back on the bed so Tammy can turn around. She looks pale, and when she pulls the sheet over her body, it looks like she’s putting on a vest to protect herself. Maybe I’m projecting my strong objection to himcalling and her answering and them talking (even though they didn’t) while I’m inside her ass.
“Reed here,” I say.
“Meet me outside.”
“Where outside?”
“Tammy’s house.”
“You’re here? Is there a problem?”
“Maybe.”
“I’ll be right out.” I hop off the bed and slide on my jeans, grab my boots and sweater, then look over at Tammy, who’s walking toward the bathroom. She comes out with a wet towel, and I wash up quickly as she gets back to the bathroom, closes the door, and I hear it lock.
Okay, so I’ll wait before I go out there and meet Blake the Suit, of all people to show up at Tammy’s house on a Sunday morning. Jesus is testing me. I feel it.
While waiting for her to come out, I tuck my piece in the back of my jeans and walk around the room. A notepad on the desk catches my eye. I pick it up and read.I poked her pussy with my finger, conscious of my claws.
What claws? I grab the notepad and read more.
It was wet, and my finger glided in and out with ease. My peach needed attention; her greedy pussy told me so. “Does your pussy hurt like it’s missing something?”
Who is this guy?
“Yes, it aches.” She lifted her ass off her heels and lowered it to the mattress, trying to get more of my finger inside. I hovered on the outside and teased her. “Greedy little pussy,” I said. “Wants something bigger. Your beast is gonna give you bigger.” I bit her ear. “You think you’d gag on me? I bet you would. Should I make you gag?”
Yeah, beast-man, you should. I keep reading and open up her desktop and there it is. A document full of text. Tammy writesbooks, and I’m thinking about what to do with this bit of her privacy I invaded when she opens the bathroom door.
I walk to her, and she doesn’t look me in the eye, her gaze somewhere on my chest.
“What’s the matter?” I ask.
She swallows, looking anywhere but at me.
“Kitten, you know how I can be when I want something and you won’t give it to me? You know I won’t stop, so make it quick and save us the time. My day’s already fucked with Blake here.”
“I think this has something to do with the phone call I got yesterday. When the woman called me and asked for you, I immediately didn’t want to lose you to anyone else, which is scary because that means I wanna keep you.”
