Page 56 of Cruel Pleasures
Dead within seconds.
I tamped down on the violent urges rising up. Though I was no less incensed. No less disgusted and enraged at what I was witnessing.
…and left feeling something I had sworn off forever.
Pressure built out of the toxic mix of emotions. Blood circulated outside of my control and welled up in my loins. I hardened despite my best efforts to ward it off. The erection grew larger ’til it was stiff and tented in my pants and my body prickled from tension.
From arousal.
Silently, I commanded myself to look away. Walk away. Slink off among the shadows. They were so deep in their pleasure, they’d never know.
And yet it proved impossible. The crotch area of my pants tightened, and I felt my lungs falter. My breaths lost their natural rhythm.
I couldn’t stop myself from watching every moment. Every drag of his hips as he pounded into her and the heels of her feet dug into the back of him.
Their movements became fast and urgent. They groped each other with rough, uncaring hands. Their mouths fused together to swallow their pants and moans.
Discipline I’d spent the last decade mastering ceased to exist. I lost control right alongside them. I broke a vow I swore I never would.
As Hurst fucked Imani, I found myself giving in. Reaching into my pants, I pulled my uncomfortably erect member out and began fisting myself.
My imagination took over. Her fleshy thighs wrapped around me. Her warm breath feathered against me. Her wet pussy drowned me.
She milked me, slick walls closing in.
I groaned before I could stop the lewd sound and worked my hand faster. In my imagination, I was working my hips. I was giving every inch of her pussy the pleasure it craved. Better than Hurst ever could.
Deeper and fuller.
Faster and harder until I bottomed out and she erupted in my arms.
The welled up pressure inside me did the same, exploding like a volcanic eruption.
Grip locked tight around my member, streaks of cum jetted out of me. I came at the same time they did, as Hurst buried himself inside her and she rode an orgasmic wave.
The three of us synced together on our pleasure.
It took a moment before any of us regained our wits. I had shrunk further into the shadows, tucking myself back into my pants. Hurst and Imani rested against the leafy hedge wall trying to catch their breath.
They eventually ran back off into the large house.
But one thing was clear in the wake of my failure—I was more vengeful, more livid, than ever.
How dare they do this to me? How dare she do what she did?
My grimace hardened on my face as I slowly made my exit, sight unseen.
Tonight’s betrayal wouldn’t be so easily forgotten.
I shouldn’t be surprised by what I uncovered at the hedge maze. It shouldn’t even change how I’ll approach the task I’ve been given.
Hurst is a hotheaded, impulsive wreck and she’s no better. From what I have learned about her private life, she’s often making rash decisions. It’s not unusual for her to seek out male company and use it as some quick solution to feel better about herself.
Some Band-Aid for her daddy and abandonment issues. The lack of attention she received growing up.
First rule of an extensive undertaking—learn your subject.
I’ve learned Imani Makune well. Better than perhaps anyone has bothered to learn her. Her five sisters and embattled mother are too engrossed in their own lives. Her conquests are just that. Men she fucks occasionally before moving on to the next one.
