Page 50 of Enraged

“Can’t sleep, either?”

How did she know?

“I guess I have too much on my mind,” I admitted.

She rolled to face me, her firm tits pressed against my chest and my dick pushing against her thigh.

“Why are they here?” She asked quietly. “And they came together which helps absolutely nothing.”

“They’ve been doin’ a lot of shit together, but I don’t give a fuck that they’re here.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You don’t?”

I forgot they were here until you mentioned it.

“I have a hot, naked blonde practically on top of me. I haven’t given them a second thought.”

Mainly because he played the fuck out of himself.

Jolene

His eyes twinkled from the light of the fire.

“The second I saw them; my mind took me right back to walkin’ in on them. The sound of it is just replaying in my head, over and over.”

He reached out to rub my arm. I felt the tears threatening.

“What can I do to make it better?” He asked gently.

“I don’t know. I just want them to hurt – to hurt the way they hurt us.”

He nodded. “I know.”

I wrapped my arm around his neck, lightly playing with dark curls on the back of his head. Sighing appreciatively, he closed his eyes.

Suddenly feeling bold, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his throat. He growled, a deep animalistic sound that vibrated against my lips.

Should I stop?

He grabbed the back of my head, twisting his fingers in my hair. Damn near paralyzed in fear, I tried pulling away.

“Nuh uh,” he grumbled, holding my mouth to his neck. “Do that again.”

I wrapped my lips around his throat, dragging my tongue across his soft skin.

How does he taste so good?

I kissed and rubbed my way to his collarbone.

I felt him pulse against my thigh.

Well, I know, at least, one part of him is enjoyin’ this.

He slid his hand down my spine, letting it come to rest across my ass. I nipped my way to his earlobe, teasing it with my tongue. He gripped my ass firmly, lining his hardness up perfectly with my wet slit. A moan I couldn’t hold back danced on my lips as he grinded my pussy against him.

How can this feel so fuckin’ good?

My orgasm was mounting, my torment to his neck and ears abandoned. I couldn’t think of anything except the grinding of his dick against my tender lips.

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