that word.
Get your act together, I thought.
“Always good to chill, especially when the beer is nice and cold,” Joe remarked, and smiled at me.
I took my plate of food and sat down at the picnic table. I tucked into the meaty goodness and devoured every piece, which surprised me. The beer had given me an appetite. I turned around and saw Danny and Sophia giggling. A pang of jealousy swarmed through me. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the envious type and blamed the beer.
Instead of ending things, I walked back to the house and popped the cap off another bottle. I stood with my back to the window and heard the door creak.
Sophia stood there, staring at me.
I ignored her, pretending I hadn’t seen her, which was pathetic because I looked her in the eye.
She walked around the counter and stood next to me. “So, have you been avoiding me?” she asked.
“No,” I lied.
“Are you sure?”
“Why do you ask so many goddamned questions?”
She laughed.
I turned and faced her, catching a whiff of her perfume.
“And why are you such an uptight prick?”
There were no words to describe the mixture of rage and lust I felt for her in that moment. I grabbed her hand and led her down the small hallway. Pushing her inside the small downstairs bathroom, I locked the door behind me.
“Uptight prick, huh?” I whispered, and gripped her chin.
She smirked, her eyes focused on mine.
Before I had the chance to talk myself out of it, I kissed her hard. I couldn’t get enough of her. Our tongues brushed together as her fingers ran through my hair. I pulled the hem of her dress up and lifted her onto the sink, rolling her panties down until they crumpled in a heap on the floor.
A hiss of pleasure left her mouth.
I kissed her neck, leaving a small trail of kisses along her collarbone. I dropped to my knees and pushed her legs apart. The scent of her pussy drove me insane, and I buried my face between her legs. I lapped at her womanly juices, licking and sucking, while I gripped the flesh of her ass.
Sophia let out short gasps and rotated her hips.
I worked her clit with fast strokes until she trembled from my touch.
“Oh, God . . . keep doing that,” she purred.
Her moans urged me on, and I wanted to see her reach climax. I flicked the tip of my tongue against her nub, and she shuddered from the touch. I did it again. This time, I built up speed.
Her nails dug into my scalp, and her hips bucked forward. “Yes . . . yes . . . yes,” she moaned.
She came hard and rode my mouth until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My cock burned for her. I stood, unzipped my jeans, and released my erection.
She cupped her hands behind my neck as I retrieved a condom from my wallet and covered my cock.
I watched her eyes. They were full of passion, hunger, and want as I thrust inside her.
A little surprised gasp escaped her lips. She smiled as I fucked her.
I drove my cock into her, hard and fast, eager to please her.
She thrust her hips forward, grinding against me.
The pressure in my balls increased. The more she moaned, the need to shoot my load became an overpowering urge.
“Fuck me hard, Ash,” she whispered in my ear. Her warm breath against my skin did the trick.
I stifled my moan and felt the wave of pleasure escape.
Sophia arched her back and cried out.
“Jesus Christ,” I said through gritted teeth as I exploded.
The orgasm shook me to the core. I closed my eyes, trying to compose myself. Not a muscle in my body was spared. Opening my eyes, I gazed at Sophia before I kissed her gently.
As I pulled out of her, she touched my face and smiled. Neither of us said a word as we cleaned ourselves up.
I sobered up and couldn’t get out of there fast enough. The realization that I did something I thought I’d never do had me at loggerheads. Guilt raced through me. I despised myself and that was never a good place to be.
“Fuck!” I stormed out of Joe’s house and slapped my head a few times, the
Get your act together, I thought.
“Always good to chill, especially when the beer is nice and cold,” Joe remarked, and smiled at me.
I took my plate of food and sat down at the picnic table. I tucked into the meaty goodness and devoured every piece, which surprised me. The beer had given me an appetite. I turned around and saw Danny and Sophia giggling. A pang of jealousy swarmed through me. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the envious type and blamed the beer.
Instead of ending things, I walked back to the house and popped the cap off another bottle. I stood with my back to the window and heard the door creak.
Sophia stood there, staring at me.
I ignored her, pretending I hadn’t seen her, which was pathetic because I looked her in the eye.
She walked around the counter and stood next to me. “So, have you been avoiding me?” she asked.
“No,” I lied.
“Are you sure?”
“Why do you ask so many goddamned questions?”
She laughed.
I turned and faced her, catching a whiff of her perfume.
“And why are you such an uptight prick?”
There were no words to describe the mixture of rage and lust I felt for her in that moment. I grabbed her hand and led her down the small hallway. Pushing her inside the small downstairs bathroom, I locked the door behind me.
“Uptight prick, huh?” I whispered, and gripped her chin.
She smirked, her eyes focused on mine.
Before I had the chance to talk myself out of it, I kissed her hard. I couldn’t get enough of her. Our tongues brushed together as her fingers ran through my hair. I pulled the hem of her dress up and lifted her onto the sink, rolling her panties down until they crumpled in a heap on the floor.
A hiss of pleasure left her mouth.
I kissed her neck, leaving a small trail of kisses along her collarbone. I dropped to my knees and pushed her legs apart. The scent of her pussy drove me insane, and I buried my face between her legs. I lapped at her womanly juices, licking and sucking, while I gripped the flesh of her ass.
Sophia let out short gasps and rotated her hips.
I worked her clit with fast strokes until she trembled from my touch.
“Oh, God . . . keep doing that,” she purred.
Her moans urged me on, and I wanted to see her reach climax. I flicked the tip of my tongue against her nub, and she shuddered from the touch. I did it again. This time, I built up speed.
Her nails dug into my scalp, and her hips bucked forward. “Yes . . . yes . . . yes,” she moaned.
She came hard and rode my mouth until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My cock burned for her. I stood, unzipped my jeans, and released my erection.
She cupped her hands behind my neck as I retrieved a condom from my wallet and covered my cock.
I watched her eyes. They were full of passion, hunger, and want as I thrust inside her.
A little surprised gasp escaped her lips. She smiled as I fucked her.
I drove my cock into her, hard and fast, eager to please her.
She thrust her hips forward, grinding against me.
The pressure in my balls increased. The more she moaned, the need to shoot my load became an overpowering urge.
“Fuck me hard, Ash,” she whispered in my ear. Her warm breath against my skin did the trick.
I stifled my moan and felt the wave of pleasure escape.
Sophia arched her back and cried out.
“Jesus Christ,” I said through gritted teeth as I exploded.
The orgasm shook me to the core. I closed my eyes, trying to compose myself. Not a muscle in my body was spared. Opening my eyes, I gazed at Sophia before I kissed her gently.
As I pulled out of her, she touched my face and smiled. Neither of us said a word as we cleaned ourselves up.
I sobered up and couldn’t get out of there fast enough. The realization that I did something I thought I’d never do had me at loggerheads. Guilt raced through me. I despised myself and that was never a good place to be.
“Fuck!” I stormed out of Joe’s house and slapped my head a few times, the
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