“See, good girls are rewarded. Now, sit on my cock. Slowly.”
I do as he says and lower myself. As soon as I feel him enter me, another moan slips from my lips, and he shuts me up with a hand over my mouth. “Shut up, or I’ll fuck you and leave you on this floor to clean up the mess.”
“Fuck me, then,” I bite back.
He lets out a growl and grabs hold of my hips, then starts to move me, fast and hard and angry, slamming me down each time.
Leaning in, he bites my shoulder, but not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to stake his claim before he moves to my neck, which I bare willingly as he sucks. I know he’s marking me there for all to see, and I let him.
I can’t seem to stop myself.
I’m a fool for this man.
“I almost fucked someone else today.” I pause at this, but he doesn’t let me stop for long. Instead, he keeps on moving my hips for me. “But then I thought… I have my whore of a wife at home, so why not go home and fuck her.”
His words make me stop moving completely, and I slap him hard across the face. Then, pushing away, I go to get off of him, but he holds me still.
“You like my cock, darling. We can make this work. You spreading your legs when you need to. I know you enjoy it,” he taunts me, and just when I thought things could start to get better, I see his hate for me in his eyes.
“Fuck you.” As I climb off of him, I hear a giggle.
We both turn to see Abigail leaning against the wall, watching us.
“How long have you been there?”
“When you climbed his lap.” She smiles menacingly. “I guess I can see now why they all keep you around. But, gosh, sis, I need to learn your tricks.”
Joey stands, tucks his cock back in his pants, and returns her smile. “She is the best fuck.”
“It’s rude to watch!” I yell at her.
Joey simply laughs at my words.
“You didn’t seem to mind when I watched you play with yourself.”
“Damn, you do know your stuff, sis. Maybe you can give me some tips.”
“Don’t be a whore,” Joey says, smiling as he walks off. “I can take you to a place where you can watch people fuck. You can even join in.”
Her eyes light up. “Really?”
“Really,” he confirms, then glances at me. “I didn’t finish, so I need to somehow.”
Abigail smiles even wider, while I look at him, shocked at how he’s speaking to me.Where has Joey gone?The one who looked at me with devotion. Who gave me a bubble bath when I needed one? In his place is a man I don’t even recognize.
“Let me get my coat.” Abigail’s running up the stairs as I make my way over to him.
“Don’t take her there,” I demand.
“Do you think you can tell me what to do?” He laughs.
“Please don’t take her there. No matter how mad you are at me, don’t take her there.”
Abigail comes down the stairs and goes straight out the door, not even stopping to say anything to me.
Joey lingers.
“I’ll be gone by morning,” I tell him.