Page 8 of Dark Obsession
"Letting you fuck me?" I glanced up and gave her a cocky grin as I stretched the rubber around the base of my shaft. "Cause I know you like it. Biggest dick you're going to see these days with all those rich bitches you're having to sleep with."
Silence.
I propped myself up on one elbow and gripped my cock, forcing it to stand to full attention for the girl. "Get on now, if you're coming. Last offer, Ash."
She growled angrily and moved up on the bed, facing me. "I hate you."
"You've said that a lot today. Turn around. I wanna see your ass jiggle while you get off." I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth as she obeyed. She was nothing less than magnificent. I had no doubt that a hundred rich assholes would take her up on the offer for one more drink... and another... and just one more. Then? Bed. Dates. Wedding.
She married them. I killed them. At least that was the plan.
The groan that left her as she pressed herself back on my cock should have brought me from my reverie, but it didn't. She was loose, her body used up by too many fucks in too short of a time. It was a shame, but what did I care? I was just another toy.
Her ass wasn't nearly big enough, but it was pretty nevertheless. I dropped down on my back and reached toward the top of the bed to grab a pillow to prop myself up with as she rode me reverse cowgirl. Her shit was completely shaved, and her tight little asshole winked at me every time she pressed down.
"You let this new guy take you in the ass yet?" I reached up and gripped her cheek as I pressed my thumb deep into the tight hole.
She cried out and undulated her hips, working herself faster. "Never."
"Pity. It's so tight. I love it." I rolled my thumb and reached up to grab her side. "He not the type?"
"Shut the fuck up, Nate." She dug her nails into my thighs, and I grunted loudly.
"Bitch." I smacked her ass hard and pulled her off of me, repositioning her so I could enjoy the better parts of her body.
"I wasn't-"
"Hush." I moved quickly, flipping her over and pressing her to the bed with my hand splayed across her upper back near her neck. "You need to learn a little respect, Ash. Seems the high life hasn't been so good for you."
I grabbed my cock, the rubber slippery from her juices, and pressed down into her ass. My body lit on fire. There. Much better.
She cried out and gripped the sheets with her free hand. The other one was lost between her thighs no doubt.
"Why can't you love me? Why can't we be together?" She sounded so innocent. I almost wanted to fall for her shit.
Viper.
"Cause we're toxic together, baby doll." I drove in her ass harder, enjoying myself as she rolled her hips and massaged the full length of my cock with her body. "Besides... you have a finer taste for the high life after living it. I don't, and I never will."
"So you're just good for a fuck?"
"At least today I am." I smiled and moved my hand up to the back of her head, pressing hard. "Lucky you."
* * *
Mikey was gone by the time I walked out of the back bedroom, which was a good thing. I didn't need to hear his holier-than-thou shit about leaving my youth behind and becoming the man he knew I could be.
Fuck that.
I was the man I wanted to be.
"Lies," I grumbled to myself as I grabbed my coat and pulled it over my shoulders. I snatched the keys off the table and heading out of the apartment. Ashley would sleep for a few hours and leave when she was ready. Her husband wouldn't be any wiser to her visit to the wrong side of town unless he was more perceptive than I was giving him credit for.
The cool fall air greeted me as I jogged down the stairs toward my bike. It would be a nice day for a drive outside of the city, but I wanted to see Jenna. She'd be working at the coffee shop I'd been haunting for the last year. Little did she know, she was the reason I showed up regularly. I fucking hated coffee.
Where Ash represented everything I wanted to run from, Jenna represented everything I wanted to run to. Sweet and kind, beautiful and bright. She didn't seem to have a lot going on outside of the coffee shop, or maybe I had convinced myself of that to feel better. Less jealous about who she might be going home to.
No ring on her finger.
