He’s going to force his thick cock into my soaked pussy.
My fingers rub over my pussy lips as I continue to dream about him taking me by force.
I work my fingers in and out of my tight center, wishing he was filling me with his dick. Stuffing my pussy with his full length as he pounds relentlessly.
A light sheen of sweat breaks on my forehead as I continue to tease and pleasure myself.
I’m so damn close to getting off. My nipple hardens as I use my free hand to tweak and pinch.
Throwing my head back, I think about Charlie. How his face would be masked with determination and pleasure. My thighs quiver as I imagine him thrusting into me one more time long and hard, right before he gets off and the warmth of his essence coats my inner walls.
Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I push them through the seam of my lips, coating my lips and tongue with my juices and sucking. Wishing I was tasting him in my mouth. My legs shake as I plunge my fingers back in my velvet heat and my orgasm quakes through my body.
Chapter Fourteen
—Boogeyman—
After dumping the truck, I go in the clubhouse in search of MaryAnn. I need a woman’s opinion on some shit and I know she can be discreet when needed.
I find her easily enough behind the bar restocking the coolers. Jackyl is playing over the stereo as she shakes her hips.
My first thought is to lean across the bar, reach my hand up her jean skirt and tickle her ass, but I think better of it when I see Cupid coming down the stairs. A weird look passes between the two of them. He gives me a chin lift and takes up the seat next to mine.
“Where you been?”
“Around,” I grunt, wanting him to get lost. I don’t need his nosy ass poking in my business.
MaryAnn glares at him then smiles at me. “What can I do for ya, Boog?”
“Just get me a beer, sweetheart.”
“She finally realize what a little pecker you got or something?”
“Something like that.” He snorts. “Get me one too, babe.”
“I’m not your babe.” She cocks an eyebrow at him and her lips pop on the Bs.
“Just get me a beer.”
MaryAnn rolls her eyes but sets two beers in front of us. Cupid grabs his and walks over to one of the whores over by the jukebox. He starts pawing at her tits and making an ass out of himself. His eyes are on MaryAnn the whole time but she’s ignoring him. I’m getting into their fucked-up mess.
“Question,” I tell her.
“Shoot.”
“I know you can keep your mouth shut.”
“On occasion.” She winks and leans in close.
“Let’s say I had a female friend who was hiding out and didn’t have shit to her name. What would she need?”
“Don’t tell me you have some poor girl locked up somewhere,” she says with a grin. If she only knew how close to the truth she was.
“Well, she’d need stuff for her personal hygiene. Not to mention clothes, but you’d need to know her size.”
“Well her tits are a bit more than a handful.” I hold up my palm cupping it in the process.
Her grin stretches. “Oh, Boogey. I love you. Whoever she is I hope you are playing nice. I do have some shit down in the basement. Stuff unclaimed by the girls. You are welcome to it.”