Mandy pulls my pants down, and my dick sings hallelujah to the heavens, springing loose, and almost taking her eye out in his impatience. Goddamn, when was the last time I was this hard? I open my eyes and look down at her. Her blonde hair is all wrong, her eyes aren’t blue, and her body doesn’t scream fuck me. My dick doesn’t know the difference though; he can feel the heat of her lips seconds before her tongue darts out and gives a long lick from root to tip. She takes her time, rimming the hoop and licking the drop of come about to fall to the floor. When she wraps her lips around me and sucks deep, I know this won’t last long.
Pumping my hips into her mouth and listening to her gag on my length brings me back to earth. Her hand wraps as far around my thickness as she can get it, and even trying her hardest, she is probably only getting a few inches into her mouth. What a waste.
“Get up.” I order. She is quick to pull herself from the floor. Her cheeks are flush and her dress has fallen, exposing one tit already.
I lead her over to the couch, and all but throw her down. She looks up at me, letting her legs fall open and exposing her naked flesh to my eyes. She might be a pain in my ass, but fuck if that pussy doesn’t beg me to take it. I can see her wetness leaking out onto the couch.
“Does it turn you on to throw your shit around me? Trying to mark what isn’t yours to fucking mark?” I ask, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. “Does it make you wet to think about my dick inside someone else’s body? Hmmm?” Shrugging off my shirt and walking to stand before her, I let her take in every single inch of my body. “You remember this,” I stress, grabbing my cock in my hands and giving a few slow and measured pulls with my fist. “This is never going to be yours.” I bend over and snag a condom from my wallet, standing to my full height and rolling it on slowly, never once breaking eye contact with her.
Reaching down, I drag her hips to the edge. She lets out a shocked squeak that quickly turns into a moan when I push into her in one quick thrust. I take myself so deep I can feel myself bottom out.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“Oh, Greg, baby! I love your cock!” She screams, reaching up and grabbing her tits. Even I can’t ignore how fucking hot that is. “Harder, baby. Fuck me harder!”
“Shut up!” I pant. My hips are moving so rapidly I can hear the legs of the couch shifting across the floor.
Closing my eyes, I replace the blonde hair and brown eyes; under my skin, I can almost feel her. If I keep my eyes closed, I can almost pretend it’s her that I am pounding into. “Beauty.” I whisper.
I give a few more thrusts, and know I need to hurry this show up. I pull out and flip her over. Her grunts and groans sound more bestial than erotic. When I grab her hips and slam back into her, she lets out a high pitch scream that earns a hard smack on her ass. “Shut the hell up, Mandy; you aren’t fucking trying out for a porn.”
She snaps her head around and tries to shoot me with a hard look, but when I slam back into her, her eyes roll, she throws her head back, and screams out her release. The walls of her pussy clamp down hard . . . or at least try to; it would help if she weren’t so used.
Skin slapping, moans, grunting, and a good sheen of sweat-filled minutes have me grabbing her hips and pushing in hard. When my come shoots into the condom, the only thing I can think of is how much I regret taking Mandy again.
Even nameless, my nurse has ruined me.
I pull out, slide the condom off, and walk over to the private bathroom to clean myself off. Suddenly, the only thing on my mind is showering her shit off my body.
“Greg, baby?” I hear her voice coming from the other room.
“Not your baby, Mandy.”
“You can’t seriously say you didn’t feel anything just then? I know you felt it; you can’t hide your reaction to my body!”
Is she for real?
“You want to know what I felt? I really don’t know how to be more honest with you. You know there will never be anything more here, so give the hell up. What I felt was a serious case of blue balls forming if I didn’t take care of the situation that another woman had me in. Not you, Mandy. You got the after effects of another woman leaving before I could finish.”
“You fucking asshole!”
“Yeah, but then again, you knew that too.”
We finish dressing in silence and right before I turn to leave, I pull her to me, making sure there is no room for miscommunication here.
“Don’t cross me again. I want to play again, maybe I will call, but do not fucking cross me.” I open the door and wave my hand for her to proceed me. Locking up and jogging back down the stairs, I leave Mandy to fend for herself. She got what she wanted; I got what I needed. End of story.
Everyone seems to have carried on without me, and by the time I make it back to their post at the bar, the girls have started another round of ridiculous as fuck drink ordering. Maddox and Beck seem to be the only motherfuckers as sour as I am.
“GREG!” Izzy screams. She giggles a few times and almost falls to the floor before Axel grabs her. “Gregory Cage! Why did you run my friend off? Huh? She was finally having a good time.” She pouts and has some kind of silent conversation with herself for a few seconds, and then, before I can even open my mouth, she moves her attention back over to Emmy.