4
Malachi
I was losing my shit, there was no other way to describe it. Here I was in the fucking grocery store where I know for a fact Violet shopped. I was turning into a fucking stalker because of this woman. She hadn’t been by the gym since I had a taste of her. She was an addiction to me.
Entering the store, I paid careful attention to the women so I don’t miss her, not that Vi was easy to miss. She was fucking hot, and the fire in her eyes was all for me.
I looked around, and I spotted her near the deli counter. She was staring at several prime steaks.
Without giving thought to what I was doing, I went to her.
“I’m the best prime steak you’ll ever see.”
“What are you doing here?”
“You don’t call?”
“Malachi, I’m not an idiot. You don’t text back. I’m not going to be the girl that stalks you.” She moved away from the steak, and I gritted my teeth.
Once again my reputation was proving to be a big pain in the ass.
“I thought you’d call.”
“Why? Because your dick is so damn good? Look, we had a moment, and now that moment is over.”
“Go out with me,” I said. I don’t even know why I said it.
“No.”
I wasn’t used to being told no, but then I wasn’t used to having to chase after the woman I wanted either.
“Give me a chance.”
“You’ve got no chance of that happening. Don’t even try.” She patted my chest and walked off.
For at least a minute, I stood in shock.
This wasn’t over.
So my little wet dream hadn’t come to the gym, and it had been over a week since I’d been inside her, and a few days since I’d seen her at the grocery store. I was pissed off, and none of the other bitches who came around me were even close to what I wanted. I didn’t want some infected pussy, I wanted Violet. Even her name sounded good to me. Violet, I loved it. This was the first time that I’d ever lingered over a fucking pussy. Women were there to be enjoyed, fucked, and not much else.
Yeah, I’m an asshole, been there, done that. I tell women how it’s going to be, and it’s not my fault if they start seeing something more than there is.
Of course, now my dick was rock hard remembering those two thrusts, which is why I’m now heading to her apartment. Rowdy had a lot of friends at the gym, and many of them happened to know where Violet lived, so, cocky or not, I was going to finish what I’d started.
Her tight pussy was going to be wrapped around my dick, and once I’d filled her pussy full of cum, I was going to take pleasure in owning her mouth, and then her ass.
I’d spent a great deal of time planning what I was going to do, and now, I just needed her there and willing. Violet had been more than willing in the bathroom and if it wasn’t for her damn brother, I’d have been so deep inside her pussy, she wouldn’t have known where I ended and she began, or however the fuck you say that shit. Tonight I didn’t have to worry about Rowdy as I knew he was at a fight, and so his ass was going to be doing some kicking, or at least getting kicked.
After knocking on her door, I stood waiting.
“I’m coming,” she said.
The moment she opened the door, I saw her surprise. “Hey, baby.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked.
Just the sound of her voice turned me on, and did shit to me that I didn’t even understand. I wanted to keep hearing her talk, which for me is unusual.
“Let me inside,” I said, not about to pretend I was there for anything other than what I’d come for.
Violet leaned against the door, and I saw the interest in her eyes. “Why should I let you?”
“Baby, I felt the way that you wanted me. Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll walk away.”
“Wow, your ego is—”
“Well-deserved.” I reached out and circled her waist. She didn’t push my hand away, and I glanced down and saw her hard her nipples got through the fabric of her shirt. “Oh, baby, we’re in for a good time.”
Violet
I hadn’t been able to get him out of my head since that bathroom incident a week ago, and here I was, allowing him to act this way toward me.
But some sick part of me loves it.
He was a cocky, arrogant bastard for sure, but I wanted him. Touching myself while alone in my bed at night brought me little to no pleasure. In fact, it made me want him more.
I felt something snap inside of me and knew I might regret what I was about to do. I grabbed the lapel of his jacket and pulled him into the apartment. No one was going to be home, and as much as it embarrassed me, I lived with Rowdy. Yeah, my landlord had been a total ass, kicked me out for a “renovation” reason, but honestly it was because I wouldn’t take his sexual harassment. So now I lived with my brother, and my former landlord had a limp thanks to my brother attacking him.