She smirked. “Yeah, that’s it, right? One quick fuck and then you can move on to the next woman. So fine,” she said, unzipping her pants, “let’s do this so you can get the fuck out of my life!”
She started to pull her pants down her legs, her pussy flashing at me since her torn panties were on the ground, and I hated that my cock surged at the sight of her.
“Come on then,” she taunted, reaching down and dipping a finger inside of herself. “I’m ready for you, Sketch.”
My nostrils flared, my cock hardening, because regardless of everything she had just said, the truth of it was that I wanted her. And she could deny it all she wanted, but she wanted me too. She strummed her clit and I watched, my gaze hooded as I tried to control myself.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Her pace quickened, her fingers glistening as she rubbed at her clit and drove a finger inside herself, and despite the fact that she was pissed at me and seriously pissed at the world right then, there was no denying she was also turned on. Or maybe that was my imagination? I didn’t fucking know anymore. All I knew was that I wanted her more than I’d wanted any other woman in my life.
I wanted inside of her, physically and mentally.
I wanted to brand her with my cock and own that beautiful body of hers. I wanted to be the first thing she thought about when she woke up and the last thing she thought about before she went to sleep. And even then, I wanted her to dream about me.
“Come on, Sketch,” she said, her fingers moving faster, her eyes daring me and drawing me in.
“Stop it, Nancy,” I groaned, wanting her so bad I thought my balls were going to explode right there and then.
“Take me. Just get it over with so we can be done with this stupid game,” she taunted again. She turned around and bent over my bike, looking back at me over her shoulder, and my cock surged again at the sight of her perfect ass and her pussy dripping with desire. I didn’t even realize I’d moved toward her until I was standing behind her with one of my hands on her lower back and the other working my jeans open again.
“I can’t do this,” I muttered, all the while knowing I could and I would. All the while knowing it was so far fucking wrong, but I was unable to stop it from happening.
There was only so much one man could take before he lost control of every one of his senses and just fucking let it all go. I’m not proud of what happened next, but if you ask me all these years later if I’d do it all again, then the answer would be yes. Unequivocally yes.
I could barely think to free myself of my clothes, all thoughts of being inside her and imprinting her with my cock, claiming her and her beautiful pussy for my own blowing every other thought out of the water. She reached behind herself and pulled out my cock. I groaned as her grip tightened it and she guided me to her entrance.
“Babe,” I grunted as I pushed the head of my cock inside of her, groaning as her tightness enveloped me, gripping me.
I couldn’t do this.
It was so fucked up and so wrong and so not what she needed right then.
I started to pull away and she felt it.
“Do it!” she groaned. And this time it wasn’t just anger fueling her, it was lust. The words came from low in her chest, a beg and plead upon her lips to take her body and mark her, to wipe away every other touch every other man had ever left on her.
And yet I was still frozen, indecision still holding me back because I knew it was wrong. So fucking wrong, and yet so fucking right too.
“Sketch.” She panted my name and I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers pressing into her and marking her skin. I moved an inch, pushing inside her a little more. I hissed as she tightened around me, squeezing me with her muscles. I paused, knowing that was it and I was about to lose all control.
The clouds suddenly cracked open above us, rain splitting open the sky and falling in warm sheets, drenching us within seconds. She tipped her face up to it, water sliding down her cheeks as she rocked back on me slowly.
“I need this, Sketch,” she said, turning back to look at me, her eyes shimmering with sadness and desire all rolled into one. “I need you,” she begged.
My fingers kneaded her skin, and I released her and dragged a hand down my face, wiping away the rain. I looked back down at her, the tip of my cock still inside her, pulsing, waiting, needing.
“Please,” she begged again. “I need to come. I want to come, with a man—with you.”
She reached for me with one of her hands and I stretched my own hand towards her until our fingers met, clasping each other, clinging to one another.
“Babe,” I said, my voice thick and heady. “This ain’t right. Not like this.”
Her pussy squeezed around me, and then Nancy took matters into her own hands and suddenly slammed back against me, and my cock rammed all the way inside of her until I was balls-deep and we was both crying out.
I almost came at just that one action.
Almost came as her heat wrapped around me and held me tightly and firmly inside her small body, her pussy gripping me.
