“You ready to go?” I ask her, anxious to get home. It’s Friday and I plan on fucking her all weekend long.
She nods her head yes, and we walk towards my old beat up Ford.
“Where’s your bike?” she asks, and I like the disappointment in her voice. Peaches doesn’t know it just yet, but she has all the makings of being a fucking fantastic ole’ lady, I just have to help her tap into it.
“Weatherman said it was going to rain,” I lie, opening the door for her and groaning when the tight material of her skirt stretches over that fuckable ass. She looks up at the sunny-not-a-cloud-in-sight sky but doesn’t say anything. Then she hops inside the truck. I get behind the wheel and wait until I have us out on the main road before I put my plan into action.
“Come sit beside me Peaches, I’ve missed you.”
“You just saw me over breakfast this morning,” she argues but slides over just the same. Her skirt rises up on her thigh, exposing more delicious skin and my dick is practically vibrating. If he doesn’t get in her * tonight, he’ll probably shrivel up and die from starvation.
“I had you for breakfast this morning,” I rumble. Just because my dick isn’t getting action, doesn’t mean I can’t keep warming her up. The way I figure it, the more her body craves release only I can give her, the fucking better. I glance over at her to see her blush. She’s special. Her innocence calls to the hardened man inside of me.
“I remember, Sabre,” she says, lying her head on my shoulder.
“Did you remember the rule?”
“You really are insane you know. I’m in a library all day. Do you know how many people come in and out of there all day?”
“So you ignored what I asked?”
“I didn’t wear underwear, okay? And it was extremely uncomfortable. I’m trying to figure out why I even like the things you have me do.”
“But you do. Admit it, Peaches.”
She’s silent, and I figure she’s going to back down and then she surprises me, “I do.”
I slide my hand up her leg and under her skirt; warm, wet heat greets my fingers.
“Sabre!”
I ignore her and move so my fingers slide between the lips of her *. Her muscles tighten under my hand, but she spreads her legs slightly to signal she wants more.
“I’ve missed this warm little * today. Did you get the video I sent you on your phone?”
“Yes…”
“Did you watch it?”
“Yes, I watched it.
“Did it make you horny, Annie? Did you get all excited and wet watching that chick sucking cock while her man fucked her from behind?”
“I shouldn’t be watching things like that. My parents would exorcise demons out of me if they knew I watched that.”
I grin, I can’t help it. She’s told me a little about her fucked up parents. It’s sadistic, but it makes it more enjoyable. I ever meet that fucker of a father, I might just kill him. When I questioned her about the scars on her back and she admitted her dad beat her, I wanted to go to Illinois right then.
“Did you get wet, sweet Annie? Did you need to be fucked? Did you want to come?”
“I, uh…yes.”
Something in her voice alerts me. Oh, my little Annie has been a bad, bad girl.
“Did you make yourself come?”
“Sabre!” She protests, but she doesn’t answer me. My hand bites into her tender flesh on her thigh, and I ask again.
“Did you make yourself come, Annie? Answer me.”
“I…”
“Annie, do not lie to me.”
“I…yes. I did. It was…I mean, I read and things, but I never read a book where there were three people involved, and I never thought it’d be so….”
“Hot?”
“They both wanted her. They needed her, it was kind of like she had power over them, even when they were rough and…”
“Fucking her so hard she screamed?”
“I…yes…”
“Tell me what your favorite part was. Be honest.”
The truck is quiet except for the sound of the engine and the wheels rolling along the highway, but even over that I can hear Annie’s breathing. She’s just a step away from coming and I’ve barely done more than pet her sweet little snatch.
“When he bent her over her desk and made love to her while his buddy watched.”
“Oh, Annie, that wasn’t making love, that was fucking. He fucked her. Say it.”
“He fucked her…”
“We have a problem though, sweet Annie.”
“Why am I Peaches sometimes and Annie others?” She asks out of the blue, and I think to dodge what she knows is coming next. She’s cute.
“Because you’ve been named Peaches by the club, but you’re my Annie. That’s why when I’m eating you out I only use Annie. When I’m not fucking you or eating you? You can be both to me. But no other motherfucker better say your name from here out. It’s mine.”
She remains silent, shifting in the seat. It doesn’t escape my attention how she bucks against my hand, wanting more.
“Sabre, I need…”
“Sorry, baby. That can’t happen, you were a bad girl.”
“But…you told me to watch it. I never would have…”