“I’m trying to tell you! Something came up.”
“Oh sure! I know exactly what came up. Your cock came up some slut’s filthy cunt, that’s what came up!” I’m ranting now, but I don’t care.Nobodyleaves Andy Carter sitting around waiting for him to come home. Nobody, dammit!
He pauses for a moment, though he doesn’t release his grip. And then I feel him shaking slightly. I glance over my shoulder at him, ready to rake my nails down his face the first chance I get. But he’s laughing at me. Fucking laughing!
“Don’t you dare!” I slap his hands again, but he just tightens his hold more firmly.
“You’re jealous.”
“Screw you! I’ve never been jealous a day in my life. And definitely not of you!”
“You are,” he insists. “You think I’ve been with another woman and it’s eating you up.” He lowers me to my feet, but only so that he can twist me to face him. I reward him by trying to jam my knee into his groin, but only manage to glance against one of his rock-hard thighs. He presses me up against the door of the closet and my breath rushes out.
“I couldn’t give a fuck what you do with other women. Go back to your little friendRaouland see if you can find a few more whores.”
“I wasn’t with anyone else, Andy.” His eyes lock with mine.
“Whatever! Go ahead and fuck whoever you want. I don’t care. And I don’t care if your dick rots off while you’re at it!” My chest heaves with the exertion of trying to twist free from him, but he grabs my wrists and pins them over my head.
“This dick?” he says into the shell of my ear as he pushes his hips forward, rubbing his crotch against me. Even through the fabric of his pants I can feel him throbbing, hard and hot. I fight back a groan.
He pushes a knee between my thighs and spreads my legs on either side of his own. When he rubs up against me again, I can feel his shaft grinding against my pussy.
“Stop it,” I moan, but it’s hardly convincing. His lips graze my jawline and move down my throat. I tip my head back, my breath coming in sharp gasps. Mateo holds both my wrists in one hand as he drops the other to yank at the fragile lace of my bra. It tears free and my breasts spill over the top, and then he’s grazing rough fingertips over my nipples.
“Stop what?” he says, a moment before his mouth closes over one throbbing peak.
“Oh, God…!” My back bows and I push my aching flesh into his mouth. “Damn you!” He sucks harder, his free hand sliding down my belly to the top of my panties, then moving to cup my mound. He rubs at my clit through the coarse lace, and the friction rips a tortured sound from low in my throat.
“Stop this?” he asks, straightening to look into my eyes as his fingers continue their rubbing. “Do you want me to stop this?” My hips bob forward, my pussy clenching as need begins to spiral.
“Mateo…fuck…!” I want to curse him out, want to slap him…or something. I’m still so mad I could spit. But he has a way of getting under my skin.
“Because I can stop if you want. But even without pushing my fingers inside you, I can tell you’re wet as fuck.”
I hate myself when I whimper. And hate myself more when he moves his hand from me, and I make a little sobbing sound that seems to ripple from my chest. But the sound of his zipper reassures me a moment later. And then I can feel the cool air on my burning pussy lips as he slides my panties aside. When the spongy head of his cock presses against my hungry hole, I raise a knee over his hip and give him access. The thrust of his cock doesn’t come immediately. He taunts me. Sliding it along my slick slit, his eyes still locked with mine. His lips are a breath away from my own, almost brushing.
“I told you you were wet,” he says against my mouth. “I can feel your juices running down your thighs.” I groan as he says the words. There’s no sense denying it.
“Mateo, please…”
“If I ram my cock into you now, it’ll be like diving into a hot lake of cunt. Do you still want me to stop, Andy?”
He releases my hands where he’s been holding them, but I don’t lower them from over my head.
“No,” I choke out at last. “Don’t stop…”
“Tell me what you want me to do, Andy. Say it…”
“I want you to fuck me,” I manage to whisper. I mewl as his cockhead breaches me then pauses. My muscles spasm around that tempting inch of his flesh. His jaw clenches, but he goes no further.
“Oh, but you seemed so sure that I should stop…”
“Goddamn you, Mateo!” I finally lower my hands, using them to punch at his shoulders. “What do you want from me?”
“Tell me…tell me you want me to ram my cock into you now…”
My breath comes in rough rasps as I thrust my hips forward, desperately trying to get more of him into me. It’s a game he’s playing and one that it’s killing me to lose. But he knows where my buttons are and he’s pushing them all.
