“Yes, baby. Touch that pretty pussy, rub those hard tits for me.”
“Oh, it feels sogood.”
“That’s it. Rub it for me, baby.”
I rubbed my clit some more before sinking my fingers down until two fingers were against my pussy. I paused before I sunk them in further. “My fingers are in my pussy. Can you hear me?”
“Yes… I’m stroking my hard cock, thinking about that perfect little pussy and how it felt strangling me. You want my cock, baby?”
“Yes.” My breathing became ragged as I pumped my fingers in and out of my wet hole.
“You want my cum?”
“Yes! Oh, fuck, I want it so bad.”
“Then come for me, baby. Come for me like the good girl you are.”
The feeling in my pussy became more and more intense. I pinched my left nipple as my fingers rapidly slid in and out of me, almost violent in nature. I bowed my back and felt wetness seep out of me. Some of it splashed on my phone as I cried out and pulled hard on my nipple, stretching it out.
“Fuck…” I heard his answering groan and knew he was coming too.
My breathing was harsh as I fought to come back down to earth again.
“Fuck this shit,” he growled. “I can’t stay away. To hell with being a hypocrite.”
“Michael?” I breathed.
“This Saturday? You’re fucking mine. I’m gonna tear that pussy up with my fat cock and claim you once and for all.”
And with that, my phone went dead.
Chapter 12
Michael
Music pumped through the speakers, and I tried not to wince at how loud it was, knowing full well I was blowing my eardrums out to Beastie Boys and Alice in Chains when I was their age.
Kids and adults flowed in and out of rooms, laughing and joking with one another. The pressure of school and exams was lifted, and the air was thick with excitement and relief.
As promised to Lucy and the other parents, I was hosting a graduation party back in our hometown of Koby Plains. The senior kids from our former Koby Plains High were all here, as well as a few new friends they’d made in their new schools. Their parents were all present because I wasn’t stupid enough to agree to watch over a bunch of rowdy kids.
My mouth smirked at the thought. Funny how I still thought of them all as kids, but when I thought about Dina, all I could think about was how she wasallwoman.
My gaze roamed around the room, unable to stop myself from seeking her out. When she’d first arrived, we greeted each other as if nothing was amiss. She called me Mr Thomas like shealways did in public, and I nodded and smiled at her in that fond manner I used to think of her as. I’d even asked what her summer plans were, as if I hadn’t already mapped out our life together. I’d meant it when I said she was mine.
When my starved gaze eventually found her, my jaw tightened, and a deep, searing jealousy overwhelmed me.
Fuck.
She was standing in the corner talking to some young guy I didn’t recognize. My body rumbled with renewed anger at the clear interest in his grin. Unfortunately, I couldn’t kick the kid out.
I tipped my beer out in the sink, not wanting to risk a kid snatching it up, before I boldly walked straight up to her. “Dina, Lucy is looking for you.”
She startled and turned to look at me. Her cheeks deepened in color. “Oh…where is she?”
“Upstairs.” I sent her a meaningful look, and her blush turned from pink to red.
I made my way upstairs, which I’d blocked off from the party. I waited in the shadows with clenched fists, and when I saw her slowly come up the stairs and onto the landing, I immediately grabbed her and pushed her directly into a spare room.
