Page 2 of Dark Obsession
The light in her eyes died a little, and I wanted to hate myself for hurting her, but I couldn't. She needed to remember that we were just friends, fuck-buddies, business partners. There was no white-picket fence at the end of our crime spree where she and I would exchange rings and end up growing old together. No future I could see had that ending in it.
I didn't love her like that.
"I don't know. I hate living over there with him, Nate. It's not my place, you know?" She gripped my ass, massaging hard like I liked it.
Electricity shot across my lower stomach and I stifled a groan. It had been too long.
"I'm gonna let you go, but only so you can sink to your knees." I leaned in and brushed my nose against hers, playing the bastard I was. "Be a good girl and drink deeply, yeah?"
"Asshole," she whispered and lifted up, pressing her soft lips to mine. "I hate you sometimes."
"I know you do. Knees." I spun us before releasing her and pressing my back to the wall.
She dropped to her knees, her tight miniskirt riding up her thighs as she frantically tore at the button on the front of my jeans. I swatted her hands away and worked my jeans over my hips. A groan left me as she moved up and ran her cheek by my length.
"Awww... really? Shit," Mikey groaned and turned his back to us, walking back into the kitchen.
"Not now, man." I slid my hand into Ashley's thick blond hair and used my grasp to bring her in closer as she gripped my cock and leaned in to suck it deep into her mouth. Pleasure danced across my exposed skin and left my knees weak. I needed to find a few bitches to spend my nights with until our latest scheme was over and my whore was back where she belonged - in my bed.
Her fingers dragged down the top of my thighs lovingly as her face contorted and she gagged.
"Such a big dick, Ash. You're such a good little slut." I pulled her closer and deep-throated her as she moaned low and guttural.
I rolled my hips, massaging her throat in short, hard thrusts. She took it like a champ, but she always did.
"I hate you guys," Mikey mumbled from the kitchen.
I glanced over to find him leaning against the door frame, a thick hamburger in one hand and a tent in his pants. He took a deep bite of the burger as I turned my attention back to Ash. Mikey had seen more than his share of my intimate moments thanks to being my best friend. He was good with them unless they were with Ashley. He couldn’t stand her.
She moved back and reached up to stroke my sloppy wet cock. "Stop driving so hard into me. It's been awhile. I'm not used to-"
"Talking too much." I pulled her back toward me and worked my dick in and out of the tight O she provided for me. The sting of her nails against my skin felt good - too fucking good. I wasn't going to make it much longer, but I didn't really need to. I wasn't trying to impress anyone.
I jerked her back as my balls tightened. "Open wide."
She nodded and tilted her head back as I moved up closer and pumped the swollen flesh of my cock. The orgasm slammed into me full force, and I gave myself over to it as a string of grunts announced the arrival of a much-needed release.
"Fuck me." Mikey turned and walked back into the kitchen as I pumped all the come I had into the pretty girl's mouth.
She moved back to rest on her knees, glossy-eyed and mouth swollen and pink around the edges. "You know I love you."
"Yeah, I do." I tucked my dick back in my pants. "Get up and let's eat."
I walked to the kitchen, not offering her a hand. She was a viper, and me being anything but stiff and unyielding around her was long over. She was the devil I knew, andlovedidn't mean shit to her. It was a word she casually threw around, as did everyone else I knew. Love was for pussies and romance novels.
"Move," I grumbled to Mikey as he stood in the doorway, his burger dripping ketchup on the plate below as he held it suspended with his thick fingers.
"You're a dickhead. You didn't even help her up."
"She can get up on her own. She's gotten quite used to that position, haven’t you, Ash?" I picked up my beer from the counter where I set it down and drank deeply from it. I turned to find her gone.
"Don't get me wrong," he snorted, "I hate that cunt, but why are you so rough on her?"
"And I hate the word cunt. Stop being one and find another word." I finished the beer and tossed the bottle into the trashcan.
"Whatever. Answer my damn question."
"Why do you care if I'm hard on Ash? You don't like her on a good day."
