Page 34 of Nightstalker

“Get the fuck off me, Lincoln.” Yeah she was a little bit of both.

While her words sounded angry, I didn’t miss the way she pushed that tight little ass back to rub my hard on.

“Yeah, I think you like the idea. I think you would love nothing more than to feel my dick in you again, making you scream my name. You always did like it when I tied your hands up and fucked you from behind.”

“Cocky much?”

Her lame ass come back told me she was more turned on than angry. She was having a hard time controlling her breathing and that ass was snug up against my dick. I knew her body so well I could read every tell she had. I had spent days memorizing her. I had fucked this woman in every possible way. What could one more quick orgasm hurt? With a quick look around to make sure no one was around, I reached my hand around to the front of her jeans and popped the button open.

“What are you doing?” her breath was choppy, but she made no attempt to stop my hand from sliding into the front of her jeans.

“Giving you what you need sweetheart.” I shoved my hand further into her pants and found exactly what I knew I would, wetness.

All it took was a few flicks on her clit to have her grinding her ass harder on my dick. Shit, that felt good. As angry as I was with her, the need to fuck her again outweighed all other feelings. Pushing her pants down around her thighs near her knees exposed that beautiful ass to me. I pushed a finger back in her, getting her ready.

“This is going to be quick Jasmin, brace your arms against the wall don’t let go.” Unzipping my pants, I pulled out my hard dick, giving it a hard stroke before I positioned myself between her legs. “You’re gonna have to be quiet,” I demanded, my voice thick with lust.

With her pants pulled down just to her knees my penetration was restricted. Her already tight pussy was made impossibly so. It took several hard thrusts before I was in only half way. Christ, that felt good.

“Please,” she panted out.

I slammed home, feeling her tighten around me, her wetness coating my dick and running down my balls. Jasmin threw her head back and let out a long moan. Yeah baby, I know the feeling.

“Quiet!” Grabbing her hips, I held her tightly, wanting her to wear my mark for days to come. I wanted her to be reminded of what she threw away.

“Please, baby.” This girl could not shut her damn mouth.

“Lincoln, my name is Lincoln.” I growled at her.

I reached around the front of her with one hand and tweaked her hard little clit. Rubbing faster and harder until her legs wobbled and another gush of wetness leaked out of her pussy.

“You like being stuffed full of my cock don’t you Jasmin, your juicy pussy is gushing down my balls and running onto the ground. You ready to come?” I rubbed harder as I spoke in her ear. I knew she loved to hear me talk dirty to her, the filthier the better. “That greedy little pussy of yours is trying to milk the come right out of my dick.”

“Linc, oh fuck, please let me come.” She was a sobbing mess.

She turned her head, trying to pull me in for a kiss. Just before her lips touched mine I pulled back. Fuck that shit, I was not going to fall for that. Fucking her was a primal need, my body ached for her. Kissing her was something else entirely, something I rarely did with women before her. I could not share that intimacy with her, not anymore.

“Come now!” With a hard smack on her ass I pounded into her harder until I felt her building orgasm break free and the muscles in her pussy started to contract and squeeze around my dick.

One more hard thrust and I stayed planted deep, throwing my head back in ecstasy. I felt each rope of my come filling her. This woman would be the death of me.

Chapter Fifteen

Jasmin

“Come now!” He shouted with a hard smack on my ass.

My body shook and convulsed, obeying his command. Bliss! That is what this was, pure bliss. Feeling his hands on me and his dick deep inside of me, I never wanted it to end. Knowing that my hips would wear his hand prints for days turned me on even more.

I felt Lincoln let go and the pulsing of his come shooting into me set off aftershocks. I wished I was facing him; I wanted to kiss him and wrap my legs around his powerful hips. Turning my head to watch him was a thing of beauty, in an unguarded moment a look of pure pleasure crossed his face.

Lincoln’s eyes opened, meeting mine, and immediately the look of rapture was replaced with anger. In that moment I was scared. Terrified I had truly pushed him away with some careless words I could not seem to control. Now I throw myself at him like a slut, just confirming in his mind what I told him, he was nothing but a warm dick to console myself on.

He pulled out with no concern that our combined come was running down both our legs. He tucked himself in and zipped his pants, not even bothering to help me with mine. All tenderness and caring gone. I had killed it.

“You better get dressed sweetheart. You weren’t exactly quiet. Someone might walk around the corner to check on you,” he said with a smug look on his handsome face that quickly turned into an infuriating smirk.

He was proud of himself. What did I expect? I just let him fuck me up against the wall like a two bit, drunken Frog Hog he could pick up at any bar. Real classy. I hadn’t fucked another man in ten years, well two years if what Lincoln said was the truth, and we had sex in the seven months I stayed with him during my recovery. Now I was just allowing myself to get fucked outside for the world to see. Horrified, I pulled up my jeans and adjusted my shirt. Fuck it, if every man on the compound knew I fucked Lincoln I did not give two shits anymore. I was moving my ass to California to take up knitting anyway.