“Don’t interrupt me,” she yells, then continues listing my transgressions. “Cornered me in a janitor’s closet and then in a hallway.”
By the time she’s done, we’re practically nose to nose. Only a foot separates us.
“It’s not like I was wrong. There was another secret society trying to converge. You were part of the game— amajorpiece on the board. Your mother has brought chaos and destruction,” I seethe, stepping further into her space.
“You asshole,” she snarls, cracking her palm across my face. My face whips right, and any hope of me handling this the nice way dies.
“I gave you the first slap as a courtesy for my dickish behavior. You don’t get anymore,” I growl, lifting her over my shoulder and swatting her on the ass as I stride to my bed and toss her on the mattress. She lands in a heap, and I’m on top of her before she can move. “You seem to like me more when I treat you this way anyway,” I state, pressing her arms above her head as I latch my mouth onto her neck, sinking my teeth in just enough and sucking, knowing she’ll have to wear my mark for at least a week. The idea makes me rock fucking hard.
“Get the fuck off meeee,” she moans the last part when I press my dick into her, the thin fabric of the dress doing nothing to prevent me from rubbing her clit.
“That’s my dirty fucking slut, moan for me,” I grunt, pulling my mouth away. I grip her wrists in my left hand and yank the front of her dress down, exposing her breasts. I don’t hesitate. My mouth dives for the blush-colored peaks, biting until she writhes under me.
I knew she was a pain slut. I remember the way her eyes darkened that day in the hallway. The way her pussy clenched around my fingers as my hand gripped her throat.
“Uhh, fuc-,” she cries before she forces herself to stop. I need more. A taste won’t be enough this time.
Climbing off her, I start to strip. She scrambles off the bed and darts for the door. I don’t stop her futile attempt. She can’t get out unless I let her out. So, I slowly undress, then grab a condom from my nightstand drawer and drop it on the comforter. I turn and take a seat, putting my naked ass on my bed. My cock jumps each time her ass bounces as she fights with the unmoving door.
Once she finally realizes her attempts are all in vain, she turns around— her eyes bulge at the sight of me. “Let me the hell out of here, Wes, or I’ll break your dick off and fuck you with it,” she yells, and said dick jumps at the thought of the fight.
“I’d welcome any attempt. Now, why don’t you be a good little slut,” I croon, standing and striding across the room. I watch Ariah’s eyes drop to my very hard cock and continue, “And get down on your knees so I can fill that smart, little mouth of yours until you choke on my dick like I know you’re gagging to.” I’m standing in front of her by the time I’m finished, her mouth hanging open, whether from shock or lust. I’m not sure— nor do I care. Lifting my fingers, I wipe the little bit of saliva building at the corner of her mouth. “See, you’re already drooling for it,” I tease, knowing precisely what will happen next.
She growls, attempting to slap me again. I grab her by her throat and press her into the door. “You seem to like it when I treat you like my dirty little slut. Don’t you?” I whisper, leaning down to bite her ear.
“Fuck you, Wes,” she snaps, aiming to knee me in my junk, but I’m already moving. My grip around her neck tightens, and I press my body into hers.
Smiling, I state, “That’s exactly what I plan to do.”
My lips crash against hers, tasting what I’ve been craving for months while my other hand works its way under her dress, reaching for her panties.Fuck!She’s already soaking wet. I slide my fingers under the seam of the lace, pulling it to the side. I feel her legs spread, granting me access.
We both groan when two digits slide in. I work my thumb over her clit as I pump in and out of her, and just as her walls squeeze around my fingers, I pull out, releasing her throat, and push her to her knees. “Open up your dirty whore mouth,” I demand, and when she goes to chastise me, I thrust my hips forward into her unsuspecting mouth. The gagging noise she makes causes the muscles in my ass to flex as I try hard not to come on the spot. I’m saving all this cum for when I’m inside her.
Ariah’s hands press against my thighs, and I grip the back of her neck and push just a little more. I pull out when I hear her throat catch, knowing that if I keep this up, I won’t make it to the part I know we both want.
“What the hell was that shit, Wes?” Ariah demands. Her face a beautiful mess, mascara runs down her water-streaked face, and her blood-red lipstick is askew.
I smirk. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like it. Your fucking pussy was weeping only minutes ago. Get your ass on that bed, Bradford. Don’t make me do it for you.”
When I see the fire in her eyes light, my body hums in anticipation, and Ariah doesn’t disappoint. She launches off the ground into my body, and I wrap my arms around her, but she bucks out of my grasp, readjusts her stance, and tackles me to the ground. I grunt when my back hits the carpeted floor.
Ariah stands and slowly slides her black panties down her thighs before she stands over my face. Then she sinks to her knees, her thighs straddling my face as she uses her knees to hold my arms in place.
Like I would fight this.I want to snort, but refrain, so I don’t make her change her mind.
“Now you be a good boy and make me come,” she coos, mocking my earlier tone as she grips my hair and grinds her pussy into my mouth.
With arms pinned by her knees, I can’t grip the globes of her ass. I groan in frustration at the thought as my tongue delves into her pussy. She grinds on my face, her fingers digging into my scalp when I begin to hum against her clit. The action causes her to stop holding my arms down, and I grip her ass, pulling her deeper into my mouth, sucking until I feel her juices run down my chin. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkk,” she shouts.
I need in her now.
Reluctantly, I stop devouring her pussy so I can get us to the bed. I toss her back on the bed, grab the condom, roll it over my shaft, and yank up her dress before I situate myself between her legs.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you, Wes. You have a fuck ton to make up for,” she confesses.
“I wouldn’t expect any less,” I reply and then thrust forward. “Holy Shiitttt,” I moan, holding my hips in place, enjoying the feel of her tight walls wrapped around me.
“Either fuck me or get off me,” she commands.
