Page 69 of Devious Gambit

They hugged and he kissed her on the cheek and I punched the steering wheel again in anger. “Don’t fucking touch her, she’s my chick. Fuck!” I slapped my forehead to awaken my sanity. “No, she’s not. I just fucked her early this morning and there she is, only hours later, all over another guy. I mean, what the fuck?”

The math geek got back into his car and I slid down further in my seat, so he couldn’t see me under his headlights as he drove by. I stayed low in the seat, until I heard a tapping sound and glanced up at the window. Snap! Rhys was standing there looking at me with an amused expression on her face.

“Are you coming inside?” she asked me.

“No.”

“Fine.” She turned her back and walked away as I clambered out of the car.

“What were you doing with him?” I called after her.

“Nothing. We’re friends. Known each other for years.”

I was so angry and confused I took it out on my car by kicking the living shit out of it. Unfortunately, it prompted the neighborhood dogs to start barking, followed by house lights flicking on by residents wondering what the noise was.

I ran after her as she stepped up the wooden stairs to her apartment. By the time she was at her door, I had my arms wrapped around her, my swollen crotch pressed against her butt. I struggled to understand the source of the jealousy. It was doing my head in. Why was jealous of someone who I was going to discard in seven fucking days. I should be happy that she’s found someone’s shirt to wet with her tears after I break her heart.

“When we get inside,” I breathed down her neck. “I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you.”

“Maybe I won’t invite you in,” she murmured, turning the key in the lock. “Maybe you can stay out here and masturbate.”

“Uh…little lady, I’m coming in, alright. You don’t have a fucking choice.”

She slowly opened the door and I kicked it open further, slamming it behind us once we were inside. I fucking hated seeing her with another guy. I HATED IT.

To get this shit out of me, I bent her over the kitchen counter, ripped her jeans down and fucked her bareback, no condom, no foreplay. She sighed and moaned, and rammed her ass against me, teasing and taunting by contracting her pussy. Holy fuck, this chick should turn pro.

“Are you sure this pussy ain’t seen cock before?”I asked her as I pummeled her hard and fast and she met my pace.

“I’ve…been…studying.”

I stuck my finger in my mouth to wet it.“Have you studied this?” I asked, slipping my finger into her anus.

“Ah!” she cried out. “Oh my God.”

Her reaction spurred me on. It’s her fault, I’m seething. It’s her fault I’m hot for it. I pulled out of her pussy and drove my wet cock into her asshole, as she gasped and dug her fingers into the kitchen bench. I didn’t care if I hurt her. I didn’t care if she hated what I was doing.

She cried out as I thrust into her tight hole and I grunted in pleasure, because it felt so fucking good. The firm grip around my cock was like heaven, no, better than heaven. It was a nice sexed up hell all wrapped up with a cherry nerdy bow.

She was making a lot of moaning and gasping noises that sounded like she was enjoying it, so I pounded her harder. I needed to hurt her. I needed her to hate me.

Just as I was about to ejaculate, I pulled out of her asshole and dragged her down to her knees. I had one more act of degradation. Holding her by the scruff, I came all over her face and hair. I expected her to be disgusted and run to the bathroom to wash it off. Instead she rubbed my cum all over her hair and face and licked it off her fingers.

I stood over the sweet bookhugger astounded by her actions, but loving it nonetheless. Just when I figured Rhys Gallagher out, she pulled this on me.

I wondered what else she had up her sleeve that some other lucky guy will experience because I’ll be long gone. Long gone.

All sorts of crazy fucked up feelings were overwhelming me and I wasn’t sure if I was coming or going.

Going. I had to get going. I couldn’t stay here.

After zipping up my jeans, I turned my back and walked out leaving her kneeling in the floor with her pants down, covered in my sperm.

TWENTY SEVEN

Rhys

He turned up 9am Thursday morning.

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