Page 13 of Dark Obsession
Chapter 5
Nate
"There you go. Arch your back." I rubbed my palm down the center of the sexy broad bent over in my bed for me. I couldn't remember her name to save my life, but it was irrelevant. She was Jenna to me.
Thick brown hair and curvy hips were all I needed. I gripped a handful of her hair as I pressed my dick deep inside her tight little slit and bumped her ass with my hips. It jiggled good.
She arched and whimpered loudly as I started to fuck her a little harder. "Too much, Nate. It's too much."
"No, it's just enough." I reached around and grabbed her tit, massaging her nipple as I molded my body around hers and used short thrusts to bring her over the edge. I wanted to whisper Jenna's name, to flip the poor girl over and see the woman I needed her to be, not the one she was.
What the fuck was it about the innocent little barista that had my cock hard, my nuts tight, and my aggression on high alert for the opportunity to bust the fuck out?
"I’m gonna come," the girl whispered and pressed her chest to the bed.
I moved back up and released her hair only to take two big handfuls of ass. "Good. I'll join you. I gotta get moving anyway."
She cried out as her pussy clenched around my shaft, sending me into a frenzy. I pumped myself in and out of her, the delicious wet sound of her body sucking on mine was enough to leave me shaking, but my imagination had far more planned for me.
Jenna. Soft and sweet. Falsely presenting innocence. Her eyes closed and mouth open as I spread her wide and licked every sweet fold between her taut thighs. Would she come for me? Wet my tongue or fill my mouth?
I groaned as electricity burst across my stomach, making me weak.
The girl below me dropped to the bed in the middle of my orgasm, leaving me hanging above her, my cock in need of attention.
"Not a chance, darling." I gripped her hips and pulled her ass back in the air before driving into her pussy again. It took a few minutes longer than usual, but it had been awhile.
She was agitated by the time I let her go, which made it that much easier to pull the covers over my head and tell her to get the fuck out.
"You don't even want my number?"
"Unless it's sixty-nine, no. I don't." I pulled my pillow over my head and chuckled as she bitched on her way out.
Women. They all wanted a bad boy only in hopes of turning him into a Boy Scout. But Boy Scouts don't fuck like the devil. And that's what they were really after. At least all the women I knew.
Except Jenna.
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"What was her name?" Mikey glanced over at me as we jogged through the slums in New York. He was breathing like a fucking freight train out of control, but what else was new?
"No clue." I ran my fingers through my dark hair and scanned the street in front of us. Reaching out, I grabbed the front of his sweater and pulled him toward the crosswalk. "Let's go. We can make it."
"What do you mean, you don't know her name? What do you call her while you're fucking her?"
"Girl?" I glanced over at him and pulled hard on his shirt again. "Faster. Stop gimping around."
We made it to the other side of the street as a gang of motorcyclists flew by us. I flipped them off and turned to the right.
"Girl? Women actually let you get away with that shit?"
"You've seen the size of my dick, Mikey. There aren't too many holes I won't stick it in."
"They have more than one?" His eyes widened.
"You need to get out more. Fuck." I released him and picked up my slow jog to something that would eventually create a sweat. "The girl last night was good, but I kept thinking about Jenna, which made her fucking great."
"Jenna? The coffee girl?"
