Scarred(15)

 

“Just give me a minute, Dex.” She leaped off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. I watched her ass bounce sexily in her tiny panties. Fuck, that was all she had on. That was too much, my cock was so hard I had to squeeze down to stop the pulsing. I heard her scrubbing with her electric toothbrush—I could hear it vibrating. It made me laugh because last night we played with something else that vibrated but moved between her other lips. Damn, that was sexy to watch her come. I couldn’t help but ask how she got off. Watching her masturbate, set me off. I stroked my cock along with her, nutting on her little pussy.

 

Lost in thought with a very hard cock that was squirting some pre-cum in my boxers, I didn’t notice her rush out of the bathroom until she was leaping into my arms. She knocked us down on the bed. My miniature wild tiger tackled me like a linebacker but licked my face like a sweet kitten.

 

“Good morning to you, my love,” I said with a chuckle.

 

“I’m going to miss you, Dex.” She nipped at my ear, grinding her pussy on the hard bulge in my suit pants.

 

“Baby, fuck, you’re going to make me fuck you before I leave. Stop or you’re going to get a quick nailing.” She didn’t stop; instead, she ground her hips into my mine riding me. “You fucked up, honey because you might end up unable to walk today. This is going to be fast and hard.”

 

I flipped her off me and onto all fours. I was taking her from behind because I was too close to coming already. If I saw those tits bounce, I wouldn’t last two strokes. I took off my suit jacket and undid my cuffs. “Pull your panties to the side, babe. Rub your kitty and get it ready because I’m feeling riled up.” I managed to get my shirt and tie off without choking myself then dropped my pants to my knees. I was glad that I was tall as fuck. Her ass was high in the air but lined up perfectly with my wet, hard cock. Pushing her hand away, I bent down and kissed her lips taking in her taste before I pressed the head of my cock deep into her pink, puffy folds. We groaned together as I bottomed out in her. The feel of her ass was more intense than I thought it would be. We hadn’t fucked like this before because of her leg. I wanted her to see a doctor about therapy to strengthen it first, but something about mounting her became necessary. My hands went to her waist as I pumped my hips which bounced off her round ass. Fuck, I was close. I leaned down and teased her clit.

 

“Ah, give it to me, Dex. I need it. Ah! I’m going to come,” she cried out, soaking my fingers and squeezing my cock. Pumping furiously, I thrust hard enough to lift her knees off the bed. I had to slow it down so I didn’t hurt her. It wasn’t long before I was coming deep into her belly.

 

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I left my heart at home with her furball to look after her. He was still little but more than protective of Elena. One day, he’d be a badass wolf-looking dog ready to gnaw on anyone who approached her. The condo was a fortress and I’d never had an issue with anyone trying to get in before, but she was special to me. I couldn’t imagine going back to living a life without her.

 

I saw I’d missed two calls from my uncle this morning. It was strange that he would call. He may have raised me those last six years, but he wasn't the parenting type. I had nannies and tutors. He was legally my guardian but superficially present. There was never a time I could recall that he was really concerned for me. I phoned him back the moment I got in the office.

 

"Hey, Uncle. What's up?" I wondered if he was still going to insist on taking on a larger role in the company. Having been on the board of directors for the company, he felt like he was entitled to a more lucrative position. I didn’t think so. His business practices were suspect and often shady.

 

"I hear you're fucking Elena Collins. End it,” he ordered me.

 

He was lucky we were on the phone because if he were standing in front of me, I would have dropped his ass for telling me what to do and implying that my relationship with Elena was just fucking. "What? No offense, but I'm a grown man. I don't need you to tell me who I can see."

 

"Trust me. I'm trying to look after you. She's going to be nothing but trouble,” he grumbled. There was nothing about her that was trouble except for my actual obsession with her, but that wasn’t her fault and it wasn’t going away.

 

"I'm not interested in your hatred for her family. If that's all you've harassed me for, I've got to go. There's nothing that's going to change my mind about her."

 

I was about to hang up on him when he shouted, “Wait. There's something about you that'll change her view of you."