Page 36 of Dr Feel Good
Scowling, I dodged the silverware, then stormed over to her and grasped her wrists, ignoring her struggles.
“Nothing is going on between me and Ally,” I said, lowering my head to whisper in her ear. “I won’t tell you again.”
“I don’t believe you,” she hissed, trying to wiggle away.
In response, I tightened my grip.
“I don’t give a fuck because I told you the truth. Keep acting like a brat, and I’ll bend you over my fucking knee and put you in your place.”
Michelle might’ve shown herself to be capable of submission, but at the moment, she wasn’t feeling very obedient.
“Try it, and I’ll cut off your fucking hand!” she yelled, punctuating her words with a hard stomp to my feet, only protected by socks.
The hit with the butter knife did more damage, but her stomp was enough to earn her freedom. My mind warred with itself, wanting to punish her for her defiance, while brainstorming a way to reassure her that she wasn’t my side piece. Rationally, I knew that responding to her violence with aggression would add fuel to the fire. Diffusing the situation was the only path to peace. Michelle still hadn’t stormed out, which I took as a good sign. Before she could retreat, I grabbed the subcontract and tore it in half, then tore the half into halves, only stopping when it was little pieces scattered on the floor. Her eyes widened, and I knew I had her undivided attention.
“Listen closely, Michelle, because I’ll only say this once,” I said, stepping closer to bridge the gap between us. “There’s no one waiting for be back in Kansas City; you would’ve known by now if there was. I have no other woman, and I don’t want another woman. Right now, you’re enough for me.”
“Oh, only right now—”
A frustrated growl left me, and before she could finish her sentence to prolong the argument she was fighting to keep alive, I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to my chest and slamming my lips against hers. If telling her did no good, I’d just have to show her. A muffled sound of surprise left her. In response, I kissed her harder, even as I half expected her to bite me. That didn’t happen. Instead, she melted into me, fisting my hair as she kissed me back.
As the kiss deepened, I became aware of my aching cock, longing to sink into her pussy and fuck her suspicions away. She set my blood alight, simultaneously disobeying and submittingto me, complimenting and challenging what I wanted. Michelle was a walking contradiction, everything I shouldn’t have wanted, but everything I longed for.
She pulled away first, our breathing labored. Before I could complain about her absence, she undid the bathrobe she wore—my robe—and revealed her naked, tattooed body. A groan left me, and in an instant, I was bending her over an empty counter. The scent of her arousal filled the air, making my mouth water. As much as my dick wept for relief, the desire to taste her won out. Her cunt had become one of my favorite flavors, and I’d always been one to indulge.
Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs wide and buried my face between her thighs, latching onto her clit. She cried out, her back arching, giving me access.
“Shit,” she whimpered, her hips bucking as I licked and suckled her bundle on her nerves.
I let her grind against my mouth, too busy kneading her ass cheeks to hold her down. I released her clit from my mouth with a wet ‘pop’, plunging my tongue into her, fucking her with it. My nose brushed against her clit with every stroke of my tongue, and before long, she came undone. A scream escaped her as she exploded, her juices filling my mouth, hydrating me as I swallowed every warm drop.
Her body went limp as I pulled away, her thighs quaking from the aftershocks. She had only a second of reprieve. The moment I freed my cock from the confines of my pants, I plunged into her. We moaned in unison, her wet walls gripping my dick perfectly. One hand gripped her throat, and the other gripped her hair as I plowed into her from behind. Tension built inside me, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“Play with your clit,” I ordered, desperately wanting her to come again before I found my release.
A whimper left her as she complied, her cunt pulsing.
“Good girl,” I cooed, squeezing her throat lightly, my thrusts becoming harder.
A minute later, the coil snapped, my seed shooting inside her as I came hard.
“Fuck!” I roared, my toes curling from the pleasure I felt, the sensation enough for me to forget the momentary anger our spat had induced.
Michelle, the little cumslut, was pushed over the edge as I filled her up. “Felix,” she cried, her voice hoarse and so fucking sexy as she came on my cock.
I thrust lazily, only stilling when the last aftershocks faded away.
“We need to argue more often,” she breathed, neither of us making a move to separate.
I chuckled. “All you do is pick fights, brat.”
“And?” she said, looking at me over her shoulder. “You like it.”
“I tolerate it,” I corrected, pressing a kiss to her sweaty shoulder, then one between her shoulder blades. “You need another shower now.”
“We both do. Join me?”
Insatiable minx.
