Page 30 of Embracing Hope

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Dex dropped down into bed at the studio apartment above the laundromat. Although the streets were quiet, he couldn’t get to sleep.

Tonight, he’d watched from the shadows as Hope and Isaac argued at Mav’s. If it had been him, he would have let the bitch get behind the wheel. He should have never slashed her tires. It was too risky, but he’d been consumed by uncontrollable rage. Seeing her and being on the receiving end of her snotty behavior only worsened his anger.

Taped to the ceiling, he had a picture of Courtney and Marah from happier times. Several months ago, he would have been reduced to sobs, but the sadness had turned into fury—dangerous fury.

His cell phone rang, and he hurried to check the screen, disappointed that it wasn’t his ex-wife.

“Your order is here,” the sultry female voice said. when he hit ‘talk’.

“Come up,” he told her and clicked ‘end’.

A moment later, a soft knock came at the door. He popped up from the bed and strolled over to open the door. Standing on the other side was Apple. Tall, slender, and ready to please. The opposite of his ex-wife. He needed someone to help ease his pain.

Apple glided in, her three-inch heelsclickedannoyingly against the tiled floor.

She stopped center, turned, and released the belt on her jacket, allowing the material to fall to her stilettos. She wore a black leather bra and garter belt, and nothing else. He speared her with his horny gaze. Her pussy was bare, and her lips were bulging. He’d never seen a cunt so engorged before.

His dick shot up and strained against his fly. With a click of his wrist, he dropped his jeans to the floor and wrapped his hand around his swollen cock. “Lie down on the bed,” he told her.

She crawled onto the bed, her firm ass sticking up, enticing him to plunge into her puckered hole, but he needed to control himself. He didn’t want to stick his dick anywhere, but he needed help in releasing his wad. She stretched out on the twin bed, her knees bent, awaiting him.

“Spread for me,” he said.

Without hesitation, she parted her knees. Her damp pussy glistened in the dim lamplight.

“I want to watch,” he whispered as if someone might overhear. He could never be himself with Courtney. She liked vanilla sex. The one time he’d asked her to spice things up she’d practically raced from the bedroom in embarrassment.

Apple lowered her hand to the apex of her thighs and slid her finger over her slick lips, penetrating herself with two fingers then brought them to her mouth to lick the juices clean. “Want to join me, handsome?”

“Don’t talk,” he told her. He stepped over to the nightstand, opened the top drawer, and took out the toy. “Use this.” He tossed her the device.

She smirked, but without question, she grabbed the vibrator and began pleasuring herself. Soon her dramatic moans filled the air as Dex pumped himself like a monkey on steroids.

But nothing happened.

Not even a drop of cum.

Pissed off at the thought that he was ruined, he said to Apple, “Get the fuck out!”

She either didn’t hear him or was so deep in the throes of masturbation that she didn’t care about his demand.

Angry, he stomped over, grabbed the toy from her hand and threw it against the wall.

She stared at him with fear in her wide eyes.

“I said to get out!” he demanded.

Crawling off the bed, she swiped up her jacket and held it against her partial nudity. “I don’t know what game you’re playing but you still owe me for the hour.”

He took out a couple of bills from the drawer and tossed them at her chest. They floated to the floor and she nearly stumbled in her haste to snatch them up.

She stuffed the money into her bra and barely had her jacket on before disappearing from the room.

Dex closed the door and frustration raced through him like a live wire.

He paced the floor. Impulsively, he slammed his fist into the wall, leaving a hole and his knuckles bloody. He felt some relief.

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