Page 40 of His Wicked Revenge

After taking off my uncomfortable bowling shoes, I replace them with my regular shoes and grab hers to return them together. Once we leave the building, I stop outside the door and pull out my phone.

“Seeing as Chloe was our ride, I’ll have to order an Uber.” I click on the app and pay for a ride. Locking my phone and slipping it back into my pocket, I skim the parking lot. To my left, I see an alleyway. “In the meantime…”

I take her hand in mine and lead the way. It isn’t well-lit back here, with one dingy lamp hanging off the side of the brick building.

I walk us between the buildings, away from the street. There is enough light to see each other but not enough for someone to see us in passing.

I plant myself against the building wall and swing Veronica in front of me. Her eyes are flooded with lust as she stares up at me. “Get on your knees, Veronica. You have forgiveness to beg for.”

She wets her lips, then peels her eyes away from me to glance down the dark alley. Her chest heaves rapidly. As she contemplates if she wants to do this, I pull out my phone and look at the estimated arrival of our car.

With the phone still in my hand, I grip her jaw with my fingers to pull her attention back to me. I hold up the phone, the light from the screen illuminating her face as I show her the arrival time. “You have five minutes.”

Veronica removes herself from my grasp and swiftly drops to her knees. Shaky fingers tug at my belt, unclasping it from the loop and then unzipping my pants. She doesn’t hesitate to yank my pants and boxers down my hips until my dick springs free.

Her eyes go wide, lips parting at the sight before her. Veronica takes me into her hand and slowly massages me until it earns her a moan. Then, and only then, does she wrap her lips around me.

My eyes flutter shut at the warmth of her mouth, at the familiar feeling. Her tongue glides around me, savoring every single inch. Vibration courses through me as she hums around me, a muffled moan wanting to escape from her mouth.

“Fuck, Vee…” I gasp. “Your mouth is Heaven.”

She smiles around me, bobbing her head as she takes me into the back of her throat. A gag leaves her even though she has no gag reflex. She does it because she remembers how much it turns me on.

Tucking my chin into my chest, I watch her work her magic, relishing in the sight of her on her knees with my dick shoved deep in her mouth. “Missed this, didn’t you, little angel?”

Veronica hums in response, nodding slightly.

My phone drops to the ground, and I’m taking her head into my hands, stopping her movements and taking over. I ruthlessly fuck her face, causing her hands to shoot up to my thighs for leverage. My hips buck rapidly as I drive myself down her throat.

A moaned whimper falls free from her, and it only provokes me. I slam into her harder until the tears begin streaming down her face, and her fingers dig deep into my body. The alleyway is filled with the sounds of the wetness from her mouth as I slide in and out of her, followed by my grunts and moans.

I pause my movements, buried deep in her throat, and while she struggles to breathe, I ask, “Do you think this is enough to earn my forgiveness?”

She does her best to nod, eyes flooding with tears and mouth pooling saliva out of the corners. I tilt my head to the side, appreciating her state before continuing. I withdraw myself from her mouth, allowing her to catch her breath for a moment before I dive back in.

It doesn’t take much longer, a few more thrusts before my legs are shaking, and I’m spilling inside of her. So much of me coats her tongue, and she swallows it all like the good girl she is.

After I leave her mouth, I tuck myself back into my pants and redo the buckle while she comes back to earth.

Veronica finally finds the strength to stand as I bend down, pick up my phone, and tell her the car is here. I open the door for her, and she slides into the backseat, with me following behind. Veronica wipes the tears and streaks of mascara from her face, trying not to let the driver see her state.

I didn’t have time to put Veronica’s address in the app when I reserved a ride, and since I remember where she lives after that one night that I followed her back to her apartment, I tell the driver to drop us off at her place. Veronica quickly turns to face me, looking at me in confusion.

“M-my place?” she stutters.

“Well, we aren’t going back to my place, and we sure as hell aren’t going to Chloe’s.”

“Right,” she says and then tells the driver her address.

The drive is silent. The man behind the wheel minds his own business and doesn’t attempt to talk with us. He pulls up outside an apartment complex, and I still can’t believe that Veronica lives in such a nice place.

She opens her door, gets out, and rounds the car. She stands there, waiting for me to follow her, but I stay seated. Not even reaching for the door handle. A look of confusion appears on her face, so I roll the window down.

“Are you not coming up?”

“Nah.” I shake my head. “You’re on your own, Veronica. Have fun with yourself tonight. We both know you used to be so good at that.”

Her jaw drops, and I roll up the window, giving the driver my address.