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back.”
“Whatever I want?”
I didn’t say anything, I was too busy fighting the urge to puke.
He cupped my chin and dragged his thumb across my lower lip. “I think you know what I want,” he whispered.
I could hear him unzipping his jeans and my stomach rolled. Instead of getting the blow job he obviously wanted, I leaned over and threw up all over his lap.
***
“You asshole!” I cried as Jason threw my purse out the window and it landed in the gravel. I picked it up and glared at him.
“Have fun walking,” he shouted before speeding way.
Trembling, I looked around the empty parking lot, trying to figure out where I was. From what I could tell, I was at some kind of rest-stop. Unfortunately, it was dark and there wasn’t anyone around.
I opened up my purse, grabbed a couple of tissues, and wiped my mouth. The jerk had gotten so pissed off at me for puking on him that he’d pushed me out of the car, totally abandoning me. Fortunately, most of the vomit had landed on him and all I was left with was the horrible taste in my mouth.
When I was done wiping my face, I walked over to a garbage can and threw the tissues away. Then I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Krystal. When she didn’t answer, I left her a voicemail and then a text. Next, I called Tiffany, but she didn’t answer either.
“Dammit,” I mumbled, noticing that the battery on my phone was nearly dead, and it was almost two in the morning. As I considered who to call next, at such a crappy hour, I saw Raptor’s number.
Fuck it , I thought. He was the one who told me to call if I had problems. This would definitely qualify. Sighing, I pressed the call button.
Chapter Seven
“Get the fuck out of here,” I ordered, shoving Brandy away from me. I’d found her waiting for me on my porch after leaving Griffin’s. She’d been sitting there, alone in the dark, just like always. Needing me to get her off before returning to her boss.
Always loving a challenge, she ignored my anger. “Come on, baby, don’t be like that,” she pouted, snuggling up against me. She reached down, below my button and began caressing my cock through the fabric. “See, he already wants to come out and play.”
“You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve,” I muttered, letting her stroke me. The truth was I was still hornier than a mother-fucker and needed to do something about it. I didn’t care for the whores at Griffin’s and with everything that had gone on at the club, there hadn’t been time to go looking for a woman who would take my mind off of Adriana’s tight little ass.
“I’m sorry,” whispered Brandy, rubbing her tits against my chest. She was dressed in a skirt that barely covered her crotch and a tank top that displayed her fake breasts, the ones that I’d reluctantly paid for last summer. She’d hated her B-cups, said that they didn’t make her feel up to par with some of the other Old Ladies. Hell, I missed the old Brandy . The one before the fake boobs and even faker smiles. The one who’d promised to follow me to the moon and back.
“You’re lucky I don’t fucking kick your ass off of my porch,” I replied in a husky voice. I looked around the neighborhood and noticed the other houses were dark. Most of my neighbors were in their twenties and thirties. Apparently, everyone was asleep or busy fucking each other. The thought made me even harder.
“I know. I can’t help it, though. I need to feel you inside of me, Raptor. I miss you so much.”
Should have thought of that before you fucked me over , I thought. “You miss me, huh? Tell me what you miss.”
Brandy unbuckled my jeans and reached inside. “This,” she whispered, pulling out my cock, which was as hard as a rock. “Oh, my God, I miss this so much.”
Looking up and down the street again, I pulled her further into the shadows of my porch. “Get on your knees,” I ordered.
Brandy didn’t even hesitate. She got down and began sucking me
“Whatever I want?”
I didn’t say anything, I was too busy fighting the urge to puke.
He cupped my chin and dragged his thumb across my lower lip. “I think you know what I want,” he whispered.
I could hear him unzipping his jeans and my stomach rolled. Instead of getting the blow job he obviously wanted, I leaned over and threw up all over his lap.
***
“You asshole!” I cried as Jason threw my purse out the window and it landed in the gravel. I picked it up and glared at him.
“Have fun walking,” he shouted before speeding way.
Trembling, I looked around the empty parking lot, trying to figure out where I was. From what I could tell, I was at some kind of rest-stop. Unfortunately, it was dark and there wasn’t anyone around.
I opened up my purse, grabbed a couple of tissues, and wiped my mouth. The jerk had gotten so pissed off at me for puking on him that he’d pushed me out of the car, totally abandoning me. Fortunately, most of the vomit had landed on him and all I was left with was the horrible taste in my mouth.
When I was done wiping my face, I walked over to a garbage can and threw the tissues away. Then I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Krystal. When she didn’t answer, I left her a voicemail and then a text. Next, I called Tiffany, but she didn’t answer either.
“Dammit,” I mumbled, noticing that the battery on my phone was nearly dead, and it was almost two in the morning. As I considered who to call next, at such a crappy hour, I saw Raptor’s number.
Fuck it , I thought. He was the one who told me to call if I had problems. This would definitely qualify. Sighing, I pressed the call button.
Chapter Seven
“Get the fuck out of here,” I ordered, shoving Brandy away from me. I’d found her waiting for me on my porch after leaving Griffin’s. She’d been sitting there, alone in the dark, just like always. Needing me to get her off before returning to her boss.
Always loving a challenge, she ignored my anger. “Come on, baby, don’t be like that,” she pouted, snuggling up against me. She reached down, below my button and began caressing my cock through the fabric. “See, he already wants to come out and play.”
“You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve,” I muttered, letting her stroke me. The truth was I was still hornier than a mother-fucker and needed to do something about it. I didn’t care for the whores at Griffin’s and with everything that had gone on at the club, there hadn’t been time to go looking for a woman who would take my mind off of Adriana’s tight little ass.
“I’m sorry,” whispered Brandy, rubbing her tits against my chest. She was dressed in a skirt that barely covered her crotch and a tank top that displayed her fake breasts, the ones that I’d reluctantly paid for last summer. She’d hated her B-cups, said that they didn’t make her feel up to par with some of the other Old Ladies. Hell, I missed the old Brandy . The one before the fake boobs and even faker smiles. The one who’d promised to follow me to the moon and back.
“You’re lucky I don’t fucking kick your ass off of my porch,” I replied in a husky voice. I looked around the neighborhood and noticed the other houses were dark. Most of my neighbors were in their twenties and thirties. Apparently, everyone was asleep or busy fucking each other. The thought made me even harder.
“I know. I can’t help it, though. I need to feel you inside of me, Raptor. I miss you so much.”
Should have thought of that before you fucked me over , I thought. “You miss me, huh? Tell me what you miss.”
Brandy unbuckled my jeans and reached inside. “This,” she whispered, pulling out my cock, which was as hard as a rock. “Oh, my God, I miss this so much.”
Looking up and down the street again, I pulled her further into the shadows of my porch. “Get on your knees,” I ordered.
Brandy didn’t even hesitate. She got down and began sucking me
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