Bastard(8)

“But it’s not like that.” She felt brave enough, or she forgot herself for a hot minute because she grabbed my arm, before dropping it like a hot potato.

“You can touch me anytime sweet cheeks. Now what do you mean it’s not like that? How exactly is it?” I was chopping vegetables as we spoke, with my domesticated ass.

“We’re just friends, since we were little. We kinda look out for each other.”

“What would a little girl like you have to look out for? Except, maybe a bastard like me.” I had to grin at myself, because really, I don’t know where I come up with this shit sometimes.

She swallowed and looked away from me. How was she so fucking beautiful? Her old man was a fucking mutt, no joke. She didn’t answer the question and I let it drop for now, my boy hadn’t turned up nay red-flags when he was following her around for weeks, and I certainly hadn’t found any when I ran her.

“You know you can make it easy on this kid by just giving him up now. I will find him, but if you make me go through this dance, I’m going to be less inclined to believe you, and well…he might get his ass hurt.”

“Andrew, his name is Andrew Foster, but please don’t hurt him he’s a good guy.”

“And you’re sure you don’t have feelings for this boy?” The thought fucked with my head. She shook her head and started tearing lettuce like she was nervous. I got back on the horn and gave my guy the name and change of location.





Chapter 8




We made a meal together, a first for me. The females I usually fuck with don’t usually run to the domestic, and I wouldn’t want none of their asses in my kitchen anyway. She was still a lot skittish, but that was to be expected.

I kept her talking though and was surprised to find that I actually liked what she had to say. Color me fucking stupid. She was all done with her Pasta Primavera and my dick was on the trail to misbehavior again. There’s no rest on this breeding program. Hey look at it this way, I gotta put in a lotta work too ya know.

“Come ‘ere babe.” She looked like she wanted to disobey me, but one quirk of my brow had her making tracks around the table to get to me. “You still sore?” She turned beet red and hid behind her hair, I like that shit.

“Okay I’ll find out myself, hop on up here.” I pushed my plate out of the way and lifted her around the waist, seating her on the table in front of me. “Lay back so I can get a better look.” I had to push her back until she was lying flat.





She didn’t have any underwear on, because I’d thrown the shits away. She was wearing one of my shirts that she’d filched, since I’d put her clothes in the burn pile. I lifted the hem of my five hundred dollar shirt and exposed her little pussy.

She looked a little red, but nothing too bad. I could still stick it, but maybe a little licking might be called for here first. She almost flew off the table at the first touch of my tongue. I teased the shit out of her, taking broad swipes of her pussy with my tongue.

“Can you take my finger?” Xander you fuck, if she can’t take your finger how’s she supposed to take that monster cock of yours? Semantics. I eased a finger inside her snatch and she winced a little, so I went easy on the thrusting. I tongued her clit while finger fucking her and she was soon wetting my face. “So fucking responsive.”

She was fighting hard not to make a sound. Once I looked up at her face and she had her hand stuffed in her mouth. “Uh-uh-uh, let me hear you.”

I made her remove the hand and went back to tormenting her with my finger and tongue. I fed her another finger and when she didn’t flinch, I figured the dick wouldn’t do too much damage.

I got to my feet and unzipped. With cock in hand I lifted her legs to my shoulders and sunk in. “Ohhhh…” I wasn’t sure if that was an ohhhh this is so good, or ohhhh this shit hurts.

Wasn’t too much interested, well okay maybe a little. But my cock waits for no one. I watched her face to see how much dick she could take without me hurting her little pussy any more than was necessary.

Whatever the case, her pussy was juicing like fuck and my dick was in pussy heaven. I slid in and out with ease, even though her shit was tight, and fat. She had the fattest pussy lips I’d ever seen. Damn, I was in the pussy and still craving the pussy, thinking about the next time. That’s some fucked up shit.

“You not on any of those pill things or got some shit shot in your arm right?” I didn’t think about the birth control shit. I’d have to give it time to work itself out of her system if that were the case, and I wasn’t really big on waiting.