“What that old coot going on about?”
“You’d be wise to show some respect, Jen.”
“Whatever. You’re taking her with you to Aruba? What the fuck? She’s like some anorexic fucking whore who tries to pretend she don’t get on her knees and beg for cock…”
I grab her hard by the shoulders, pushing her against the building.
“This will be the only warning you get from me, Jen. The only one. And I’m only fucking giving it now because for some damned reason I used to stick my dick in you. So listen up. You stay away from Tess. You don’t even breathe the same air as Tess. I hear from her or any fucking person here that you have been bothering her, I will make you sorry you were born. You get me?”
“Dawg!”
“I said, do you get me?”
“Is there a problem?” Tess’s voice rings out softly from behind me. Her hand touches my back as if to calm me. It works. Hell, I suddenly don’t want even my hands touching Jenna. I pull back, barely resisting the urge to shove the stupid cunt.
“No, Kitten. No problem here. Right Jen?”
Jen looks at Tess and then back at me, and you can see the resentment coming off of her in waves, but she wisely keeps her tongue in her head. “Yeah, not a problem to be had here. Not a fucking thing to be had here,” she says turning away and going back into the garage.
“Should I even ask?” Tess asks a heartbeat later.
“Just….”
“Cleaning out the trash?” Tess, interrupts and I can’t help but smile.
“Something like that, Kitten. Let’s go eat,” I tell her putting my arm around her and leading us back the way she came.
“You know, Max, I’ve got to pray your taste has done a one-eighty while you were in prison.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well from your ex; to Jenna. Hell; if it hasn’t improved, I don’t even want to know what that says about me.”
I stop walking as her words register, and Tess walks on. Then I take one large step and slap her hard on the ass.
She laughs, rubs her butt, smiles at me and gives me a wink.
I look up and see my old man smiling and giving me a nod of approval. Hell, who would have thought I would have wanted that at my age?
25
Max
“Max!” Tess calls out again. Her voice is hoarse, her body shaking. How many orgasms does this make? I’ve lost count myself. I just know that with each one she somehow tastes sweeter.
My face is buried between her legs; her body is thrusting against my mouth. That’s it. Because I have her hands and legs tied, spread-eagle to the bed. Helpless. She’s all mine and helpless to do or accept anything but what I’m willing to give her.
My arms wrap around her hips, as I pull her sweet little pussy even harder into my mouth, eating her out and letting her ride my face hard. Her entire body is shaking, and her clit is hard as a stone and pulsating against my tongue and lips when I suck it in my mouth. She’s about to go over the edge, but I’m not ready for that—not yet.
I pull back, trying not to smile at her cry of despair.
“Max, damn it!” she cries, her eyes opening, but she’s almost too far gone, and not able to focus completely. Beautiful.
I stand up, enjoying the way her eyes follow every move I make. I reach down and stretch my cock, my grip hard and solid as I stroke him. I’m giving myself blue balls here, but when I finally thrust into her, it will be worth it. My finger reaches down to catch the thin stream of pre-cum that is leaking from my cock. My gaze moves to Tess and her eyes are locked on my every move. That sexy little tongue of hers, coming out to lick her lips in hunger. I can’t resist bending over and painting her lips with my finger. Her breath pants against my skin, loud and ragged in the room. She moans as my taste greets her tongue and sucks against her lips and my finger. Insatiable. Such a fucking demanding woman. She’s perfect.
I reach over to the tray I’ve placed by the bed and grab the medium plug I purchased earlier. Grabbing the small container beside it, I get back to what is fast becoming my favorite place on Earth—between Tess’s legs. I make sure I maintain eye contact with her the entire time, wanting her to see me lubricate the plug I bought especially for her. I make a show of it, enjoying the way those green, dilated eyes are drinking me in.
“Have you ever had two cocks in you at the same time, Kitten?” I ask, and the image makes my voice harsh. Before, until this point in my life, the idea of that was fucking hot to me. The idea of Tess having that makes me want to rip heads off. I beat down that response. I don’t know what makes me so territorial with Tess, but it’s becoming clear she’s more than I ever bargained for.