Gritting my teeth, my nostril flares. I need her gone. She’s been nothing but a distraction since she’s arrived.
“What the hell happened to your lip?” My shoulders tense at the sound of Sam’s voice. It’s like nails on a chalkboard. She’s here for a purpose, none of which requires her to speak.
“Shut the fuck up and get on your knees,” my voice booms, the sparsely furnished space making it reverberate off the walls. We’re in the back room of the fitness center at the sports complex. Once I was charged with keeping an eye on Sam I had a room designated for our meetups. There was no chance I was going to her house or bringing her to mine.
“Wes, baby, don’t talk to me like that,” she whines, but kneels before me. Samantha talks a good game, but she bends to my will easily enough.
Her hands reach for my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. When she goes to pull me out I grip her hair, yanking it back, I want to see her puffy face.
Ariah clocked her good this morning, and the sight of the toxic bitch in any level of discomfort makes this easier for me.
“You should really learn when to keep your annoying-ass mouth closed,” I say, batting her hands away from the opening of my black Hanro boxer briefs.
“Did I say you could take me out, you stuck up cum dumpster?” I tug at her roots, nearly tearing hair from her scalp. Her whimper is just what I need, my cock thickens.
Ever since Ariah’s round hips and fat ass walked by me on the first day of school, I can’t get hard at the sight of Sam. Not unless I think of Ariah or I make Sam scream for me. Since I’m here trying to forget the girl who gave me blue balls while busting my lip, her screams will be what I take today.
“I’m sorry baby, I won’t do it again.” She’s aiming for seductive, but she’s giving off dying fish, especially when she begins pouting, pushing out her top lip. My dick nearly goes limp.
Releasing her hair from my hold, I use the tip of four of my fingers and shove against her forehead. She squeals out in surprise as her body smacks against the ground.
Strolling across the room until I reach the closet door, I enter the code numbers and wait for the double beep so I can open the door. Walking inside, I see what I’m looking for on the top shelf. Grabbing it and tearing it from its packaging, I head back to Sam, her body still lying prone on the floor.Smart girl.
“Since you can’t keep your mouth shut, I’m going to remind you of the only use your mouth has.” Bending over, I pull her by her hair back up to her knees. She doesn’t fight, but her outcry of pain has the desired effect, my dick is rock hard.
Once she’s kneeling, I slide the open mouth spider gag on her head and over her face, reaching around to fasten it tight. Now, she can’t annoy me with her needless talking.
“Put your hands behind your back and don’t move them or else this will get worse for you.”
Grabbing her hair through the straps, I ready her while I pull out my cock. No guiding or slow movements, I slam home, getting harder at her gagging and gasping for air.
“That’s right you dumb bitch. Choke. You come here every week just to choke on me. You know I hate you, but you come anyway. Why? Because you’re a filthy cum-guzzling slut.”
I pump in and out, my pace picking up, pushing her bruised face harder against my pelvis. Her whole face is going to be swollen after this. My dick jumps at the thought and I groan.
“You money-hungry power leech, thinking by coming here you’ll land the heirs. Is that what you think?” She tries to shake her head no, but I grip her even tighter.
“Did I say you could fucking move?” I growl. My ass clenches. I’m close, too close. I’m not ready to come yet.
Ripping myself out of her mouth, I drag her over to the bench, pick her up and throw her over it. She already knows what to do next, her ass aimed up in the air. It’s such a tiny little ass, one that I used to enjoy, but now I wish it was bigger, rounder and had more meat to it.
I start to imagine Ariah, face down and ass up and my balls draw up.Fuckk!I need to stop thinking of her.
I slap my palm against Sam’s ass, no jiggle. Ariah’s would jiggle. Frustrated with myself and my lack of self control, I grab the gel and condom at the end of the bench.
I’m going to fuck Ariah out of my system.
Ass prepped and condom on, I line myself up to the ringed hole and slide home.
“Shit, shit, shit.” This is what I needed.
Muffled moans almost take me out of the moment.
“Shut the fuck up, this isn’t for you this is for me. Vile sluts don’t get pleasure, they get used and tossed aside.” She tries to buck back at my rebuke.
Digging my fingers into the flesh of her hips I set a brutal pace, halting any further resistance.
Damn I wish there was more ass bouncing back against my dick. Ariah would be fighting me. I’d have evidence of her fire, she’d leave scratches all over me. My toes curl, my thrusts get jerky, blood rushes from all over my body to one area. Spots start to form and tingles shoot across my skin.
