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It takes a few minutes but he eventually gets in the car.
As we approach my neighbourhood, he squeezes my thigh and I turn to see his upset face. I’m so angry I can’t do anything to change that vile man.
“Your mum is a warrior, Paul, that’s all I can say.”
His chin wobbles and he looks away.
What a terrible situation.
Chapter Eighteen
When we arrive home, I’m not sure what mood he’s going to be in this evening, but as soon as the door shuts, I see something in his eyes I’m familiar with. He wants me in the bedroom; he needs to let it all out on me and I’m happy for him to do that. If this is what it takes to get his mind off having a drink, so be it.
I leave my coat and shoes in the hallway and walk to the bedroom, waiting by the bed. He follows me, moves up behind me and says nothing. He covers my breasts with his hands and squeezes. I moan, throwing my head back, ready for him whenever, wherever.
He licks my throat and teases my nipples over my top, tugging them into tight buds.
I want him to be an animal but should I say that? Should I? Or will he think I’m a slut?
It’s all taken out of my hands when he throws me onto the bed face first. I land, sprawled and in shock, catching my breath. I’m wearing leggings paired with a long, floaty top and he tugs the leggings down to reveal my lace thong.
Biting into my bum, I groan, egging him on to do more – much more. This is the man I’ve fantasised about for so long and I want him so bad. When he slaps my bum hard, I scream, “Yes!” because I want more… always more. I want everything with him.
He yanks my thong to the side and spreads my bum cheeks open with his hands, exposing my delicate inner folds to the cool air of my bedroom. His beard brushes against my bottom and then a hot, wet appendage finds its way into my tight hole, sending me into a spasm of almost-orgasm, but not quite. He gets his whole mouth around me down there and sucks, making me yell for him to keep going, don’t stop.
He sucks my clit rhythmically, my thighs shaking, my tits aching to be released. It’s so vicious it’s almost too much to make me come and he knows just what he’s doing when he slows everything down and uses the tip of his tongue, swirling around my clit, then flicking, then swirling. In no time I’m contracting against nothing and wishing for the hundredth time he was inside me.
He stands up and flips me over, dragging my leggings and panties off while I’m splayed naked from the waist down, lying on my back on the bed.
“Sit up and keep your legs open so I can see,” he commands.
He unzips his jeans and kicks them away, not wearing any underwear today. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t have any clean ones.
I’m presented with a thick, hard ridge of flesh – pure, stone-hard evidence of his arousal – and I lick my lips as he comes towards me, giving me his cock to suck on.
I look up as I lick around the head of his penis but he’s not got his eyes open. He moans as I tongue the eye of his penis and he grabs my hair to steady himself when I take him back into my throat. As his precum leaks into my mouth, I sip it down my throat with glee.
I’m shocked when he starts thrusting and makes me want to gag, but I’m equally as shocked that my pussy is dripping even more because of his macho lunges into my mouth.
He grabs my hair so hard I think I’m going to cry, but then I realise… he’s going to come. His eyes are tight shut and his balls are firm in my palm… the spine of his cock is beginning to contract.
He pushes against the very back of my throat and splashes down my oesophagus, gifting me his seed. I’m still wondering where the hell that came from when he opens his eyes and looks at me darkly.
“Naked,” he commands, with so much grit in his voice, my nipples become painfully hard.
I stand and remove my top, then shimmy out of my bra.
I’m brave and reach out, helping him to remove his t-shirt.
“Lube,” he commands, and I briefly look down at his cock, wondering how he can go again. “I said lube.”
There’s more than anger in his tone, there’s torment and rugged heartache, there’s everything he’s been holding back. I walk around the bed and reach into my bedside drawer, grabbing my bottle of lube, which so far he hasn’t asked to use.
“Set it down on the bed,” he says, and I put it in the middle, hoping that’s where he meant.
He instructs me to come to him with the come-hither motion and I walk to where he’s standing, his cock semi-hard.
“If you want to be spanked, get on the bed on all fours and I’ll spank you.”
