“I’m tired of putting up with this funky ass attitude you been having with me,” he cut in, forcing me back until the stone at my shoulders stopped me. “What exactly do you think you doing right now? Running your mouth and throwing out names tryna make me react. You think that shit is cute, right?”
He turned me around by the arm he held, making my face press into the cold wall.
“After everything I did for you. After all the shit I let slide. You gone tell me you wanna fuck another man in my face?”
I heard his belt unbuckle.
“I was just?—”
“Nah. I don’t wanna hear it.”
He used his foot to spread my leg and hiked up my dress. I felt his hand on my hip as he grabbed the waistband of my thong and pulled it down. My heart was pounding in my ear.
“Panties wet as fuck. This turned you on that much?”
I couldn’t answer.
Suddenly, my head got pulled back by my hair—my freshly installed, $1000 wig. I almost cussed his ass out.
He held his palm out to my lips. I looked at it then glanced back at him. He still had that blank expression, but now it had a touch of annoyance.
“We ain’t got all day. You got guest waiting.”
I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him get the fuck off me. Ishouldrefuse this. After all the shit he put me through over the past weeks, the last thing he deserved was pussy. But then I thought to myself.
Don’t I deserve some dick?
Pulling from the back of my throat, I gave the wettest, nastiest spit I could muster. And that’s what made the sick bastard smile.
I barely had time to brace before he used the spit to coat his dick and ram it in me.
“Fuck!”
I arched into him and he used the grip he had on my hair to hold me against the wall as he wore me out.
Not gonna lie, I thought I’d black out again.
The level of pressure this man puts on my body was not like anything I’ve ever experienced. He knew exactly what to do to make me feel weak. It must be from years of experience or something ‘cause he was a professional.
My stomach warmed and I felt the pressure gather from all over to this one spot. The very spot he was hitting. I closed my eyes and felt it. Savoring it because with Marlon I never knew when I’d feel it again.
“Fuck…”
My nipples got hard from rubbing against the wall through my dress fabric. My nails dug into the dusty ass cement as I fought like hell to keep my sanity.
It didn’t work.
Not with him hammering in like this. Not with him groaning in my ear and his warmth against my back.
When the pressure built up to the point it was almost painful, I started giving it back.
“Yeah!” he got faster. “That’s what I like. Take that shit! Take it all!”
I barely lasted a minute before I was unraveling like a knot against the wall. But he didn’t stop. He was just as hard and as fast as before, like he had a point to prove.
“Again!” He demanded. “Cum for me again, Rabbit.”
“I can’t?—”
