Page 65 of Heartless

“Come here,” she whispers.

I lean closer, and I swear her lower body is parallel to her upper body. I take her lips into mine again, and she bites my bottom one.

When I pull back, she’s caressing her tits.

“Suck it,” she says in a fake pout.

I roll back a tiny bit and take one of her tits into my mouth, sucking it and rolling my tongue back and forth over her nipple. When I bite it, she grips the back of my head and holds me in place. For a moment, I struggle to catch my breath, but not for long.

Her hips arch up, coaxing me to keep moving now that I’ve gone still momentarily. I rock into her, increasing my pace until the rocking turns into a bump which turns into hard, forceful thrusts.

She welcomes it as she spreads her legs wider still, with her hands planted at the backs of her thighs.

I pull back for a moment and then pull out of her.

“Turn around,” I say, no longer wanting to look into her face.

I don’t want to remember what we’re doing after tonight. When I see her at work again, she needs to be just another employee.

Not my ex, and not my lover.

I need to forget how I kept licking the mole on the left corner of her mouth and how her thick eyebrows rise high when I drive deep inside of her. Eyebrows that are extremely hairy and which Meadow would have plucked. I don’t want to recall the way her tiny nostrils flare with each hard thrust that I give her.

No, I can’t keep looking into her face when she’s like this because it might become etched in my mind like reality as though tonight wasn’t just a drunken, fucked up mistake that I’ve made.

Not that I believe in those because I know that drinking only gives you the courage or the stupidity to do all the dumb shit you wanted to do anyway. As if I didn’t come out tonight looking for what I’m doing now, or looking for this opportunity with her and her alone.

She turns over and pushes her ass into the air. Just as I prepare to slide into her again, she places her hand on her ass and looks at me over her shoulder.

“Wait.”

“For what?”

“Would you grab your pants, please?”

“For what?”

“Just grab them,” she coaxes.

I do as she says and hand them to her as she reaches for them. I watch as she pulls the belt free from its loops, tosses my pants on the floor, and then hands the belt to me.

“What?”

“Whip my ass.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I said spank my ass.”

“I don’t want to do that shit.”

“You should. Watch how fast I cream for you,” she purrs.

I look at the belt in my hand and then at the smooth, brown skin that I know will mar easily.

“Come on. What the fuck are you waiting for?” she asks and then flexes her pussy lips at me.

Shit! My junk jerks to attention at the sight of her fat vulva pulsing.

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