the way home, he couldn't resist the urge calling him to Crow's Landing. Like a silent siren's song beckoning him. He knew the route like the back of his hand and soon found himself sitting in the parking lot staring at the building. It was the middle of the week, and there were only a few cars. Derek sat in the idling truck for a few minutes and considered his options.
He knew if he went inside, he'd probably wind up busting a few heads, starting with that fucker Taylor. Wednesday was a bad night to spend in jail. He couldn't afford any more unexcused absences right now. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, and his eyes focused on the flashing neon beer signs reflected in the business windows across the street.
Just as he was getting ready to leave, the side door opened and a leggy redhead wearing a too short skirt and come-fuck-me, bright red stilettos staggered toward her car. With a wolfish sneer, Derek lowered the truck window. "Hey, Roxy, c'mere," he hollered.
Roxy paused for a split second before she spotted him. She made her way over to where he was parked and asked, "Hey, Derek, what's up?"
"Why don't you get in and I'll show you what's up, baby doll?" He leered at her. His dick was hard just thinking about those full, red lips of hers wrapped around his throbbing shaft.
Roxy placed her hands on the door and leaned in the window, giving him a bird's eye view of her ample cleavage. She smelled like cheap perfume and expensive booze, but Derek didn't care. His balls ached for release and anything would be better than taking matters into his own hands again.
He motioned to the passenger side door with a jerk of his head. "Get in," he said gruffly. She threw back her head and laughed; the sound grated on his last nerve. His eyes narrowed into slits.
"Why don't you get out?" she teased. He was about to tell her he'd changed his mind, but she turned around and lifted the back of her skirt, revealing her bare ass. She glanced over her shoulder at him and said, "I'm not wearing any panties."
He growled and reached into the glove compartment for a condom. It irritated him that he had to go to so much trouble for a piece of ass. If she'd just suck him off, he wouldn't have to do any work. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down on his hips, allowing his erection to spring free. He tore open the foil package and put the condom on.
Roxy reached for him, wanting him to kiss her but, Derek was in no mood for foreplay. Letting her watch him roll the condom onto his stiff dick was foreplay enough. He grasped her by the shoulders and roughly spun her around, so he didn't have to see her face while he fucked her. "Put your hands on the hood," he demanded.
She huffed and started to pull away from him. "You know what? I've changed my mind."
It was his turn to laugh. "Not an option, Roxy," he warned. He shoved her until she was bent over the hood of his truck. He pressed against her, rubbing his cock against her slick folds a couple of times before he thrust into her hard enough to make her cry out. "Don't pretend like you don't love this, Roxy. Not as wet as you are."
"Fuck you, Derek," she moaned. Her protests were feeble at best. Soon, she began to move, rocking against him as hard as he pushed into her.
He knew he wasn't going to last very long and had no intention of prolonging it for the bitch's satisfaction. His body went rigid, and he let out a muffled grunt when he came. He didn't waste any time before he peeled off the spent rubber and tossed it onto the ground beside her hooker shoes. He zipped up his pants and smacked her on the ass. "Thanks, Roxy, always a pleasure. Now get the fuck off my truck, I've got to go."
"You're an asshole," she spat at him. "No wonder Estelle left you. You can't even keep it up for more than five minutes."
Derek resisted the urge to strangle her and climbed in his truck and drove off.
Chapter Sixteen
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