her mouth sighing my name, and the feel of her pussy around my cock is distracting me from doing what I need to, what I should’ve done months ago. Shaking my head free of the images assaulting me I say,
“You get that I’ve got grandbabies yeah? I could’ve come home with either one of them, and they’d get an eyeful of what you’re wearing, better yet, what you’re not wearing. That shit isn’t on. It’s also why you don’t have a fucking key Beth. You and I aren’t like that, you know it, and I know it. What I don’t know though is why you thought it was okay to break into my fucking house, and lay yourself out like a desert buffet.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” She screeches. “Since when do you turn down a willing woman, and why are you pissed about this? I didn’t break in either. Steel was leaving when I got here, he let me in when I told him I was waiting for you. Unlike you, he didn’t want me waiting out in the cold for you to get home at God knows when.” That reminds me I’ll need to have a little chat with my son about letting bitches into my house. I know why he was here, Cal left his blanket here the night before, and the little kid couldn’t sleep without it apparently. That shit didn’t matter right now though, him letting Beth in did.
“I don’t give a fuck if my boy let you in, you shouldn’t have been here for him to do it in the first place. And you’re right, I don’t usually turn down wet, warm pussy, but as of now I am. We’re done, Beth. This shit is over with.” If I thought that’d be the end of it I was dead wrong. Lucky for me I’m not stupid. I knew she wouldn’t let it go at that. The only woman in the history of all women that let something drop so easily was Adelyn, and she was a complete anomaly.
Beth looks at me in utter disbelief.
“If this is about me being here this morning I’ll go. We can just forget about me being here, and go back to normal. Don’t throw us away because of some silly misunderstanding, Max.”
Is she for fucking real? Not only does she know that invading my space isn’t some ‘silly misunderstanding’ as she puts it, it’s a fucking violation of my privacy. I don’t let women into my home, the only home my son’s ever known, and the only place that’s all mine. Beth also knows not to call me by my given name. That’s something reserved for my family only. Well my family, and Adelyn. Adelyn can moan, scream, or whisper my given name any time she like. In fact I encourage it. I fucking damn near demand it.
Snarling at her I spit out,
“This isn’t about that, and you don’t get to call me anything but Reaper. Never invited you to call me anything else, and I never will. This is about you not getting the picture when I told you this shit was casual. You wanted to push it. You wanted to classify us as something we’re not, and I let you. That was my mistake. But this, you coming here, think I’d want you to be in my space, in my home without permission just proves you don’t know a fucking thing about me. I fucking told you I don’t do relationships, and you wouldn’t be the one to change that. I told you when we were done I’d tell you, and there wouldn’t be a discussion about it. You want to take this somewhere else in your mind, then that’s on you, not me. Now get your shit, and get the fuck out.” It was harsh, but it was the truth.
Since the beginning I’d been upfront with Beth. I’d warned her this wouldn’t go anywhere, but did she listen? No. Like usual with women around the club, they make more out of a situation than there is, and then act like their feelings are hurt or some shit. I don’t get it, I really don’t. A guy tells you he wants to fuck you. He uses your body, gives you pleasure, and sends you on your way, what is there to get upset about? Both of you had a good time, the end, right? Wrong. This is what you get, and this is why men are inherently stupid
“You get that I’ve got grandbabies yeah? I could’ve come home with either one of them, and they’d get an eyeful of what you’re wearing, better yet, what you’re not wearing. That shit isn’t on. It’s also why you don’t have a fucking key Beth. You and I aren’t like that, you know it, and I know it. What I don’t know though is why you thought it was okay to break into my fucking house, and lay yourself out like a desert buffet.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” She screeches. “Since when do you turn down a willing woman, and why are you pissed about this? I didn’t break in either. Steel was leaving when I got here, he let me in when I told him I was waiting for you. Unlike you, he didn’t want me waiting out in the cold for you to get home at God knows when.” That reminds me I’ll need to have a little chat with my son about letting bitches into my house. I know why he was here, Cal left his blanket here the night before, and the little kid couldn’t sleep without it apparently. That shit didn’t matter right now though, him letting Beth in did.
“I don’t give a fuck if my boy let you in, you shouldn’t have been here for him to do it in the first place. And you’re right, I don’t usually turn down wet, warm pussy, but as of now I am. We’re done, Beth. This shit is over with.” If I thought that’d be the end of it I was dead wrong. Lucky for me I’m not stupid. I knew she wouldn’t let it go at that. The only woman in the history of all women that let something drop so easily was Adelyn, and she was a complete anomaly.
Beth looks at me in utter disbelief.
“If this is about me being here this morning I’ll go. We can just forget about me being here, and go back to normal. Don’t throw us away because of some silly misunderstanding, Max.”
Is she for fucking real? Not only does she know that invading my space isn’t some ‘silly misunderstanding’ as she puts it, it’s a fucking violation of my privacy. I don’t let women into my home, the only home my son’s ever known, and the only place that’s all mine. Beth also knows not to call me by my given name. That’s something reserved for my family only. Well my family, and Adelyn. Adelyn can moan, scream, or whisper my given name any time she like. In fact I encourage it. I fucking damn near demand it.
Snarling at her I spit out,
“This isn’t about that, and you don’t get to call me anything but Reaper. Never invited you to call me anything else, and I never will. This is about you not getting the picture when I told you this shit was casual. You wanted to push it. You wanted to classify us as something we’re not, and I let you. That was my mistake. But this, you coming here, think I’d want you to be in my space, in my home without permission just proves you don’t know a fucking thing about me. I fucking told you I don’t do relationships, and you wouldn’t be the one to change that. I told you when we were done I’d tell you, and there wouldn’t be a discussion about it. You want to take this somewhere else in your mind, then that’s on you, not me. Now get your shit, and get the fuck out.” It was harsh, but it was the truth.
Since the beginning I’d been upfront with Beth. I’d warned her this wouldn’t go anywhere, but did she listen? No. Like usual with women around the club, they make more out of a situation than there is, and then act like their feelings are hurt or some shit. I don’t get it, I really don’t. A guy tells you he wants to fuck you. He uses your body, gives you pleasure, and sends you on your way, what is there to get upset about? Both of you had a good time, the end, right? Wrong. This is what you get, and this is why men are inherently stupid
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