Page 44 of Lonely
I hummed and took a seat in the creaky desk chair. It was on its last leg now that Anna had fucked me on it countless times like it was one of those chattering teeth toys that would just keep going.
“One of the nurses heard moaning coming from Carter’s room a couple of nights ago.”
Her fingers faltered inside her, but she quickly recovered, chasing that orgasm.
“A woman moaning,” I clarified.
“Oh?”
Oh, indeed.
Slut.
“So,” I said, easing back farther. “I installed hidden cameras.”
She stilled as her eyes went round. I shot up from my chair, hauled her up by the throat, and slammed her back down.
“Couldn’t keep your hands off him?”
She choked, and one of her heels came off in her struggle. “Baby . . .”
I squeezed harder to cut off her piss-poor excuse. She was a whore, just like Mother had said. And just like me, she played games. But Carter . . . He was mine.
She could fuck with me all she wanted, but touching what was mine was a big mistake. And now she would pay.
“I think I want to have you now, after all,” I said, before flipping her over and ripping open my belt and fly.
She shrieked when I took her in one thrust and grabbed the back of her neck to keep her in place.
“You know how this ends, don’t you?” I asked, feeling her tighten around me. “With you, naked on plastic sheeting on my bedroom floor.”
“Kinky,” she moaned, and jutted her ass out, struggling to balance in her one remaining heel. “God, I love you angry.”
“Angry?” I scoffed and then pulled out and slid my dick through her butt crack.
I shoved back inside her cunt, eliciting a squeak. “I’m more than angry . . . Carter is mine.”
“But he felt so good,” she taunted, clamping down on my cock.
This woman loved to piss me off and push buttons that were best left alone.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I fisted her hair and grabbed her hip as I pumped her cunt. I would finally get to hurt her like she had promised.
I would finally get to see her cry and be scared and then finally fucking quiet and still.
“That’s it, you like that, huh?”
“Yes! Fuck! I love that thick cock of yours,” she whimpered, delirious with pleasure. “Come inside me.”
“Mother will cook you in her bolognese next week.”
She was too gone to hear me because her orgasm washed over her, and her cunt spasmed around my cock.
I slammed her into the desk and buried my face in the crook of her neck. My release was so damn powerful I struggled to stay upright.
“Come home with me tonight.” The soft strands of her hair tickled my cheek as I kissed her below her ear. “Stay the night with me.”
She smiled and wiggled her ass. “Wait for me after work.”
