Page 3 of Sin Wagon
“Come, baby. Come on my cock.” He pinches my clit hard and I scream my release.
I’m sure everyone on the surrounding streets can hear us, but I can’t find it in me to care.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he mumbles and his hips snap against me before he stills and I feel his hot cum filling me.
When his cock stops twitching and his balls are empty, he slowly pulls out and sets me down on my own two feet. I wobble on shaky legs like a newborn deer learning to walk.
“Easy, Little Doe.” He grabs my biceps, steadying me.
“Thanks.” I giggle, straightening my skirt and top before smoothing my hair down in the back.
I can already tell it’s going to be a nightmare to comb out from the rubbing against the bricks and even with my shirt on, I can feel some burning on my back. Worth it.
He grabs my panties he ripped off and shoves them in his pocket before tucking his cock away and buttoning his slacks.
“Come back to my hotel with me. I don’t leave ‘til morning and I’ve not had my fill of you yet.”
My mouth opens to say hell to the fucking yes, but his phone rings. He holds up a finger, and pulls his phone from his pocket, answering it.
I turn my back to him so as not to eavesdrop and pull mine out, sending a text to my bestie, Derek, telling him all about tonight and that I’ll call him in the morning to give him all the details, cause I’m about to go back to Wells’ hotel.
“Going to have to take a rain check, Little Doe,” Wells says.
I turn to face him, my brow furrowing as I try to make sense of the situation. My eyes search his face, looking for clues. I tilt my head slightly, my mouth opening just enough to express my concern.
“Is everything alright?” I ask
“Yeah. Family stuff. Put your number in here and I’ll call you. I want to see you again.” He hands me his phone and I take it, saving my number under Opal. We’ve not covered what my legal name is. He’s called me Opal all night and now Little Doe.
“You better call, Wells. I’m not the type to sit around and pine for some man who says he’ll call and never does.” I grab the purse I discarded on the ground and turn, heading to my car.
“Oh, I plan on doing more than just calling, Little Doe,” he retorts. I chuckle, giving him a thumbs-up as I walk away.
When I get backto my apartment, I drag my ass to the shower to wash the yuck of the club off, and the cum still between my thighs. Not my classiest moment, but ya girl is twenty-one, so I don’t much care. Hurrying through the routine of washing my body and hair, I step out, wrap a towel around me, and pad into my bedroom.
The clock on the nightstand says four AM. No wonder I’m exhausted. I throw on a baggy t-shirt and use the same towel thatwas on my body to knot around my hair and climb into my bed. Barely getting my charger plugged into my phone before I’m out cold, dreaming of Wells and his massive dick making me come over and over again.
I wake up to my phone ringing incessantly and groan, fumbling for it with my eyes still closed.
“Hello,” I rasp, holding it to my ear.
“Delilah! What are you doing? I’ve called at least four times now,” my mother’s nasally voice pierces my ear and I wince.
“I was sleeping, Mom. I worked late,” I tell her without thinking and immediately know I fucked up.
“Where are you working? Still at that club being a whore, aren’t you? Where else would you be if you had to work so late that you slept until three PM? I raised you better than this.”
“Yes, Mother, I know. I’m still a disappointment. Whatever will you do? Shall I come home and lay across your knee for a good spanking?” I snap.
This is how it is with us; I’m not sure why we even still talk at all. Maybe it’s just the bond of mother and daughter or more than likely, it’s Claudia loving to shove her opinions and disapproval down my throat. She gets off on it, I’m sure of it. Maybe I get off on the pain? I mean, why else wouldn’t I just block her ass?
“Oh, don’t be so crass, Delilah. I just don’t see why you want to work in such a lowly place. You are a young lady. It’s bad enough that you dress the way you do and have that bull ring. Now you add that job on top of it? You’ll never find a respectable young man if you continue like this.”
“Mother, I don’t want a respectable young man. I’m just fine being me right now and figuring out life for myself.” If only she knew that there was a verynotyoung man deep inside me last night. She’d probably drop dead right there in her living room,gawking at her neighbors as she talks on the phone like she always does.
“You’re impossible! Well, I was calling because Daddy is sending me on a blind date tonight. Can you believe it? A blind date at my age. And set up by my daddy at that?” She squeals like a middle schooler and I roll my eyes while trying not to gag at the fact that my mother calls my grandpa Daddy. She is fifty years old, it’s just gross.
“That’s really fucking weird, Mother.” I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom to take my anxiety meds.
