Page 10 of Painter's Obsession

The day went as expected…. a lot of gossiping, a lot of people wishing their condolences. But the best part of the day? Proving I’m still a man in the mouth of the cougar next door. My hands grip each side of Linda’s head as I fuck her throat, rough and unrelenting, ensuring she gags every time I thrust. Spit and snot coat her face, dripping down like a leaky faucet.

“Fuck, baby, you’re a mess,” I coo, driving myself deeper. Her nails dig into my sides. My focus wavers as I hear a car pull into my driveway, but I’m too close to care. I glance at the yard, eyes narrowing when I see a car park in our small driveway. The slam of the trailer door pulls me halfway out of the moment, but Linda’s hands cup my balls, trying to keep me anchored in the moment.

“Fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth, thrusting harder. I try to tune out Gabriela’s voice as she calls out to me.

“Byron, I’m grabbing tacos with a friend,” she shouts, her tone tinged with annoyance.

Linda’s red curls stick to her wet cheeks, her hazel eyes watering as I drive into her again, chasing a high that feels like it’s just out of reach. My rhythm stutters. No matter how deep I go, I can’t finish. My dick softens in her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Linda pauses, her lips still around me, her gaze questioning.

I stroke her cheek, offering a tired smile. “It’s not you. It’s me. I’m just...tired.”

A lie. Linda’s always been good at making me come. She might be old enough to be my mother, but when it comes to sex, she’s untouchable. Yet, no matter how hard I try, my body refuses to cooperate.

It’s because of him.

Fuck. I barely remember his face. Can’t even recall his name. But I remember his aura—the raw intensity of him when I stepped into that office, chained and cuffed like a dog. The air around him crackled, heavy and electric, and it had my dick hard before he’d even spoken.

It wasn’t just attraction—it was something deeper, darker, something that crawled under my skin and stayed there. I fired him that same day, demanded a public defender, anyone but him. But no matter how much I’ve tried to forget, he’s still there, buried in the shadows of my mind.

“Turn around,” I demand, voice rough. “Against the wall.”

Linda smiles, pulling away from me, my cock falling from her lips with a wet pop. She hikes up her skirt without hesitation, pressing her palms against the trailer’s siding.

“I want to fuck your tight little ass,” I murmur, gripping her hips. “Will you let me?”

“Anything for you, papi,” she purrs, arching her back.

I part her folds with my fingers, using her wetness to lube her entrance. My free hand strokes my cock, spit-slick and ready, while my other finger teases her ass. She moans as I push inside, her body trembling under my touch.

“Relax, mami,” I soothe, circling her clit with my fingers.

Her moans grow louder as I slide into her, her body tight and hot around me. My pace quickens, her cries blending with the creak of the trailer walls. But even as I chase release, his voice echoes in my mind.

“Asi, mijo. Fuck that pussy like men do.”

I grit my teeth, burying the memory. I’m not gay. I’m a fucking man.

“Damn, chula,” I groan, thrusting harder. “You’re taking me so well. So fucking good.”

Her moans fuel me, pushing me over the edge. With a final thrust, I spill into her, filling her up like the Twinkie she is. The high is fleeting, gone the moment I hear the soft cries of her kids inside.

“Shit,” Linda whispers, pulling away. “You gotta go, papi. The kids are up.”

I tuck myself back into my pants, forcing a smile. “It was nice, Linda.”

“Always a pleasure, papi,” she purrs, slipping through the back door.

I adjust my belt, already missing the tightness of her. But as I leave, I know it doesn’t matter. No matter how many women I fuck, no matter how rough or dirty it gets, the memory of him lingers—an invisible chain I can’t break.

Chapter Seven

Ren

“These tacos are amazing,” Gabriela hums, taking a bite of her food. After an intense make-out session and car sex, we’re finally eating, and I’ve managed to learn a little more about her brother and her missing best friend, Mary Jane. Watching her cry for her friend was the highlight of my night. Fucking her right after? Even better.

“They usually are,” I reply, wiping my mouth. “I stop here after work when I want something tasty and quick.”

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