Page 14 of Wreckage of My Life
“Wrecker,” she screams, hands scratching at the wall, her pussy squeezing me for all it’s worth.
I let go of all the control I’ve kept in check up until now, my hips moving faster and faster until it’s game over.
My spine tingles from the base of my back to the top of my neck, making me shiver to the point where I don’t want to stop, while I am also furious that I am so caught up in her that I don’t want it to end.
“Fuck,” I grunt when I am finally spilling into the condom. And thank God for that because I seriously could not handle finding out that I got another kid running around out in the world.
After what feels like eons later, I am finally done. We are both breathing heavy, her hugging the wall, and me barely able to stand on my own two feet after what just happened. I’m trying to remember why I didn’t want to do this in bed when it’s only three feet away from where we’re standing.
She clears her throat. “Can you… uh…”
“Can I what?” I bark in annoyance. She better not ask me to cuddle her now or some shit.
“Remove yourself from, uh, inside of me.”
Her request is so unexpected, I burst into laughter, slipping out of her when bending over to catch my breath.
“Fuck, that was funny,” I continue cracking up and take two steps back when she pushes me with a shaky hand.
Normally I don’t stand for anyone bossing me or telling me what to do, especially some chick I just fucked. But this is seriously funny.
“I’m glad this is amusing to you,” she mumbles under her breath as she bends down to snatch a large t-shirt from the suitcase sitting on the floor by our feet. She pulls it over her head, covering her amazing body in one sure move.
She crosses her arms over her chest, hair a complete mess, and I love that she doesn’t seem to care. She just about starts tapping her foot on the floor as she watches me. I can tell that I offended her with my laughter, and I really don’t care, but at the same time, I don’t want her to be mad at me. The girl stirs all sorts of contradictory emotions inside of me.
I take the condom off under her watchful eyes, tie the end and look around for a trashcan.
“In the bathroom,” she mutters in annoyance when she sees that I am looking around everywhere but in there.
Chuckling to myself, I walk in there, drop it in the can, wash my hands and pull my jeans up but don’t do the zipper or button. I walk back out and stare at her face without saying anything, just to see where her mind is. No idea why I feel the need to mess with her.
“Okay, well, thanks for the ride home,” she blushes when she says that. I have never fought this hard not to laugh. It actually hurts.
“What about the other ride?”
“What other ride?” She lifts an eyebrow my way, arms still crossed defensively under her spectacular tits. Wasn’t there a TV show where they were talking about a chick’s tits, and she saidThey’re real, and they’re spectacular? Because that’s exactly what this girl’s tits are like. Also, I should ask her for her name so I don’t keep on referring to her asthe girl.
“The ride on my dick.” I am so proud of keeping a straight face when I say that. But maybe I laughed too soon.
“Well, since I didn’t actually ride it,” she puts her nose up in the air snottily, “I can’t actually thank you for that.”
“Well, we have to fix that, babe.”
I drop on the bed and make myself comfortable. Now that I know she wants me gone, I don’t wanna go.
Reverse psychology and all that shit.
7
Becca
My eyes feelgritty and tired when I attempt to open them the next morning. To say that I had an eventful night does not begin to cover it.
My attempt to act all brave and like a worldly woman fell flat on its face so to speak. Wrecker only took it as a challenge. I ended up riding his dick three times after our tryst against the wall by the door. And after each time, he made me thank him for the ride. I loved every second of it.
That was in the darkness of the night. Now it’s daylight out, and I feel all sorts of embarrassed. I was temporarily impaired, that’s going to be my defense.
I yelp in surprise when a large hand slides over my stomach. I turn my head so fast, I get whiplash, only to come face to face with him.
