Page 19 of Without Me (Men of Inked 5)
She arched forward, pushing her breasts into my chest. “I promise, Anthony. I’ll do better.”
“I deserve better,” I replied. “I’ve become a better man since I’ve known you. I’m a shell of my former self, Max. The asshole you met in the bar deserves how you’re treating me, but the man sitting before you right now…sure as fuck doesn’t.”
“You’re right,” she said as she snaked her arms behind my neck. “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you, baby.” She gave me a devilish grin that made my cock take notice.
“I like the sound of that.” I smiled at her, feeling an aching in my balls. I’d spent three days without her and felt the loss in more than my heart.
“I can do that special thing you like so much. It’s been a while.” She licked my lips as she reached down and palmed my cock.
“Mmm,” I murmured as I pressed my lips to her mouth, getting lost in her taste. “Kitty Cat,” I whispered into her mouth, “I want you to make me believe that you mean it this time.”
She pulled her lips away and gave me a lopsided smirk. “I can do that,” she promised before she crawled out of my lap, sliding down my legs.
Her fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans. It took her longer than usual to unfasten them.
“Sorry,” she said, glancing up at me. “My fingers don’t want to work.”
I placed my hands on her fingers. “Take your time. I’m in no rush, and it’s not your fingers I care about right now,” I said as I lifted my arms and laced my hands behind my head.
“I’m sure you aren’t.” She smiled as the button popped. “Finally.” She breathed a sigh of relief as she dragged the zipper down.
As she opened my jeans, I lifted my ass for her to drag my pants down, giving my aching cock the freedom it had been demanding.
“So you want…” she said before she licked the head of my cock.
My body vibrated, craving more of the warmth that only her mouth could provide.
“…it slow or fast?” she asked before drawing the tip into her mouth.
I shuddered and lost my breath. As my eyes rolled back, I tried to form words but couldn’t.
“Like this?” She drew my entire length into her mouth, swallowing the head as it hit the back of her throat.
“God,” I moaned as she began to drag my dick back out while pushing her tongue on the underside.
“Mmm,” she hummed with the head, dragging my dick back inside.
The vibrations rocked my world. A white-hot streak of pleasure shot straight to my balls, causing the need to amplify. I didn’t think I could’ve handled slow, no matter how badly I wanted to make the moment last.
The warmth of her mouth mixed with the noises she made had me picturing shit that wouldn’t drive me over the edge. I wanted to watch. Seeing a woman devouring your cock is one of the sexiest things in the world. It plays over and over again in a man’s mind for hours after it happens.
I closed my eyes, shutting out everything but how her mouth felt and her tiny groans as she sucked me off. Her pace was slow as she took her time and paid special attention to the tip. Each time her tongue whirled by my piercings, I lost my breath. The tug of her teeth pulled deep inside my dick. It was the piercing that caused it. I’d picked that type of piercing because it’s the most pleasurable for a man. Even though I cared about the orgasm of whichever woman I was with, ultimately, I wanted mine to be better…more explosive.
Her hand slid from my thigh to my balls as she palmed them. One hand worked my cock with her mouth while the other fondled me. It was perfect and heavenly. When I opened my eyes and stared down at her, an internal struggle began.
Should I fuck her and leave? I wanted to make her feel as shitty as I’d felt over the last few weeks. My head had been spinning from the back-and-forth. How could you profess your love one moment and then do a complete one-eighty and turn cold as ice?
I wound my fingers in her hair and yanked roughly, pulling her mouth off my dick. “Not like this,” I growled as she peered up at me with saliva hanging from her lips.
I tilted forward, licking her mouth clean before kissing her. As I rose to my feet, I brought her with me, my hands firmly planted on her arms. The tiny silk nighty she was wearing didn’t have a chance beneath my hands. I forwent the easier route of letting it fall off her shoulder. It tore from her skin, falling into a heap on the floor.
“Anthony,” she mumbled on my lips.
“Shhh,” I replied. Honestly, I didn’t give a fuck what she thought or how she felt. I wanted to fuck her, and when I walked out the door tomorrow, I wanted her to miss me.
After ripping off my pants, I lifted her and impaled her on my cock. Not working it in gently, making sure she was ready to handle my size. Nope. I slammed her body down over my hardened length, burying myself balls deep inside her.
“Fuck,” she hissed as her pussy clenched.
I pushed her down with more force than the first time. “Feel me?” I asked, repeating the motion.
She clawed at my shoulders as she milked me. “Anthony,” she pleaded as her feet dug into my ass.
I didn’t know if she had been begging me to stop or keep going, but either way, I didn’t relent. I didn’t make love to her like she was my girlfriend. I fucked her like I’d fucked the countless women before she’d wrecked me.
When I looked at her, watching her mouth gasp for air as I battered her with my cock, I reminded myself that she wasn’t the woman I loved. Max had two personalities, and the one fucking me back was the one I hated.
Our bodies crashed into the wall as I tried to get more traction. Resting her body on the wall, I violated her. Pumping into her like a machine, unable to stop myself until I came. Her wet heat surrounded me, milking my dick for more like a greedy bitch.
Her nails tore my skin, causing me to cry out in pain. My grunts melded with hers, sounding like the perfect melody of p
leasure. My balls grew heavy, and I felt like the end was near. Without wanting to lose the momentum I had built, I pushed her back harder toward the wall and gripped her under her legs. I pumped, slammed, and fucked her with all the anger that had been pent up inside me for weeks.
She screamed through the pleasure, enjoying every moment of the fucking I was giving her. When I grunted through the last couple of thrusts, my pace became erratic as my dick wept inside of her and I knew it would be the last time I’d feel her from the inside.
“More,” she cried out, riding my cock even though I had stopped moving.
I had no breath left, since I’d given everything I had in the pursuit of my pleasure. I released her, letting her use her body to prop herself up and continue on her carnal quest. Resting my hands on the wall and framing her face, I watched as she bucked, chasing her release.
Through my hard breaths I grinned. She had to work for her pleasure. For the first time since I’d met her, I wasn’t going to make sure she came multiple times. It was a prick move, but she deserved to be left without the satisfaction only I could bring.
Just as her body stiffened and she began to cry out, the doorbell rang.
“Oh my God!” she yelled as her pussy contracted, milking my softening dick.
Clutching my shoulder, she ignored the door and continued to ride me like a fuck toy. It was how she’d treated me lately, so why would this night have been any different?
When her head fell forward, the doorbell rang again.
“Fuck,” she mumbled on top of my shoulder. “I can’t,” she blew out between breaths.
It double rang. Whoever was standing on the other side of the door was persistent.
“Go get dressed and I’ll answer it,” I told her as she slid down my body.
“Okay,” she said as she tried to stand on wobbly legs, swaying slightly. “Whoever it is, tell them to go away.”
“It’s probably some asshole selling something,” I said, picking my pants up and pulling them on as the doorbell chimed again. “Coming. Christ!” I yelled as I zipped up my pants and stalked toward the door with the button left undone. “What?” I barked as I flung open the door and grabbed for my button.
“Um,” a small voice said with a squeak.
My eyes slowly drifted up after seeing a pair of red flats. There were a couple of things I knew in this moment. First off, those were not Nita’s or Malia’s feet. I’d heard them talk about fashion enough to know they would never wear flats. The flowered dress that hung below her knees screamed grandma, or mother at least.
A few weeks before, I might have freaked out, but now I smiled to myself, knowing that Max’s charade would come crumbling down.
My gaze meandered up her body, finally settling on her face. I grinned at her. She was definitely Max’s mother. I stared at her, waiting to hear her screams, but her reaction totally threw me for a loop.
Her eyes scanned over me, taking time to soak in my chest before they met mine. Instead of yelling, she gave me a sinful stare and held out her hand.
“And you are?” she asked with a smooth, sultry voice.
“I’m Anthony,” I said, grasping her hand and placing a small kiss on the delicate flesh lining the top.
“Did you tell them to go away, babe?” Max yelled from the bedroom.
I touched my lips, begging the woman to remain silent. I turned and yelled back, “Yeah. They left, Max.”
“Thank shit. They almost ruined my orgasm.”
I looked back at her mother, and her mouth had dropped open.
“Take your time, love,” I called out.
“Be out in five. I have to put some clothes on.”
“And you are?” I asked the woman, who was still holding my hand.
“I’m Max’s mother, Ruth.” Her smile had transformed into something different. Maybe she was pissed off because I’d just fucked her daughter. No mother, no matter the race, wants to hear that.
“Ruth, I’m surprised you haven’t yelled yet,” I said as I stroked her hand with my thumb.
Her gaze returned to my face for a beat. “Why?”
“Max told me you had a problem with us seeing each other. I know you don’t like that I’m white.”
“What?” she asked as her voice grew shrill.
“You don’t have to deny it, Ruth. I’m just hoping I can change your mind.” I released her hand, letting it drop.
“Baby, I don’t know who filled your head with that nonsense. I never said anything about you being white. In fact, I didn’t know anything about you. I’m not entirely pleased that you just had sex with my baby, but it has nothing to do
