Page 38 of Smoke

I’ve had several club whore’s mouths and hands wrapped around my cock before, giving me the release that I needed, but that has been my limitation.

Now, not only have I kissed this woman on the mouth, feasted on her cunt, but I’ve also broken my golden rule, my promise to Violet.

Not once have I put my cock in another woman’s pussy. Until now.

My heart is telling me to stop, but my balls, my undeniable need to fuck right now, are too unbearable.

I pull fully out, my cock wet, hard and in need of release.

“Not again,” she whimpers, but when I growl at her, grab her hips and flip her over onto her stomach, she lets out a cry of surprise.

I don’t need to pull her up onto her knees. She does it as if reading my mind. With her ass tilted up, legs apart, giving me a full view of her dripping pussy, I bring my hand up and smack her bare cheek. When she cries out in shock, I snigger venomously.

“Didn’t foresee that coming now, did you?” I taunt, a cruel tone in my voice. I smack her again, and again, until both her ass cheeks are blooming. I’m a cruel bastard, I know exactly what I’d doing. I hate myself for what I’m doing, unable to control my urges, and worse of all, I’m taking that anger out on her, even though she’s not to blame.

I know it’s wrong, but when her cries turn to moans of pleasure, even though I know I should stop, I don’t. A few more taps to her ass and then I’m spreading those cherry red globes and slamming my cock back into her pussy. With one hand gripping her hip, I grab a handful of her hair with the other, and pull until it forces her head back towards me.

I don’t kiss her or whisper dirty words into her ear. I growl like a wild animal, taking what I need to satisfy my sexual urges.

So, when I rut into her this time, it’s simply to get me to where I want to be. It’s hard and fast, with no thought as to whether it’s good for her or not. I don’t give a fuck. When my balls tighten, and I’m about to come, I pull out and offload over her ass and lower back.

“Damn,” she mumbles into the mattress. “I didn’t come.”

I don’t respond. I simply sit back on my haunches and take in the air.

Once I get my breath back, I get to my feet, grab my jeans from the floor and start pulling them over my feet and up my legs. Without even fastening them up, I go to retrieve my t-shirt.

Tenley is still laid flat on her front in the center of the bed, as if in a daze.

“Can you grab a towel and wipe me down so I don’t get your jizz everywhere?” she giggles, totally oblivious that I’m halfway to leaving.

I grab my boots and cut, and make for the door.

“Smoke?” she pushes up on her arms and looks over her shoulder at me. Our eyes meet for a second or two before I pull the bedroom door closed behind me.

Tenley

“Where the fuck are you going?” I shout at the closed door. I’m sure he’s heard me, but when I hear the front door to the apartment slam, I know he’s ignoring me.

“Bastard,” I curse out at the top of my voice. Not that anyone will hear it other than me. I shuffleup the bed on my stomach and grab one of the pillows, pulling off the cover to use to wipe up Smokes’ cum from my ass.

“Ouch,” I squeak when I start cleanup, not realizing how sore my ass cheeks were from the result of his punishing hand. Once I’m sure that I’ve got the worst of it. I slide off the bed and head straight to the shower.

My anger begins to build as soon as I’m soaped up and have the water running over me,

I recall his warning, heeding me that this was nothing other than a fuck, yet it didn’t feel that way, not for most of it, anyway. Still, as soon as he started to fuck me, something changed. I’ll never forget the tortured look on his face, the way he became almost statuesque like. Yet minutes later, he’d flipped me, spanked me, and was banging into me harder than ever. It was hot and sexy, and mind-blowing.

So, what went wrong? Was it something I said or did? Or is he just the fucking douchebag that he warned me about? Other than leaving me hanging, the sex was incredible and I’m pretty sure that what happened tonight was a mere drop in the ocean when it comes to Smoke’s sexual skills. The yo-yoing between gentle and punishing sex. The unpredictability of his actions was mind-blowing. One thing I do know, when he warned me he’d ruin me, he was quite possibly telling the truth.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

Tenley

It’s been two weeks since Smoke left me unsatisfied and covered in his seed without one word of explanation. The only communication was a handful of abrupt messages asking if I had any news on Paddy and the Death Valley Irish.

When it comes to Paddy, he’s called a couple of times. The first was to apologize, which he did profusely, for his behavior at the Alexandra, and of course put it down to too much liquor.

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