Page 72 of Wasted Oil

Being his slut and being a slut are two entirely different things, nobody wants to be with somebody who’s been with everybody. Some girls are “once in a lifetime “ types of females. There’s no upgrade after her. I'm going to ruin any girls who think they stand a chance against me in Rhett's life.

You estúpida. You won’t be in his life remember ,this is goodbye.

I can feel his breath on my lips, I so badly want to taste myself on them. I inhale slowly looking up into what was once the color sage has been replaced with a deep emerald, almost like his dark side has been unleashed.

"Sí papi, now fuck me like the dirty slut I am.”

Cool takes over where the warmth once was as Rhett stands and starts undoing his jeans, pulling his zipper down making his gray Calvin Klein boxers peek through the top. His fingers slide down in his boxers from his hips taking his jeans down altogether.

"Say that again, I liked it,” he says while grabbing his cock moving his hand up and down, padding his thumb over the precum from the tip.

The playful goddess has come back and I start writhing in spot spreading my legs as I go arching my back to show him his other two favorite girls.

"Sí papi.” I let out in a moan that has him jumping into action and right back into place on top of me. His hand is back over the spot I always want it and gives my throat a squeeze just enough to where there’s pain but my airway is still clear. His mouth has claimed me fiercely and I’m all but putty in his hands.

“You’re mine, Melanie. All. Mine.” He grits through his teeth along with a sting of relief as his cock finds where it’s most missed.

A wave of sensation flows through my body as he moves in and out of me like I’m his life line. Wrapping my legs around his waist he slams back into me.

"Oh fuck. Don’t stop, Rhett.” His other hand has reached up and freed my wrist from my belt but still held down by his fingers threading through mine. His tongue is exploring every inch of my mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” My ears are ringing from clapping of skin echoing through the oak walls. I feel the build of my climax trying to break through, but it doesn’t. My leg is swung to one side as I’m rolled to my stomach and hips are dragged up so I’m on all fours. Rhett reaches forward grabbing a hand full of my hair and pulling so my back is at an arch bringing my head to look towards the ceiling and filling my pussy once more. With a slap to my ass, he brings his mouth behind my ear as the hand that just spanked me wraps around the front and those waves of sensational bliss are back and the burn deep inside me is spreading, creating an ache that's so forceful I’m going to combust at any second by the way he’s playing with my clit.

“Im gonna come Rhett, oh fuck me.”

Biting my lip, I squeeze my eyes shut trying to hold on just a little longer .

“That's it baby, I want to feel you all over my cock.” The swirling on my clit changes into a pinch and in that instant I come hard.

“Come with me, Mel!"

Both of our orgasms burst through, my moan is all but muffled as his grip around my throat becomes stronger, closing my airway.

Flashes of this time back home appear to me, only it’s in rewind. Because if this moment hasn’t proven to me that I’ve truly lost all self-respect then I don’t know what will.

Rhett's hand loosens from my neck and I instantly crumble on the bale of hay and just lay there.

Silence.

After Rhett went and found a few saddle blankets he covered the bale we were laying on covering us both with the others, then there was that defining silence again.

I don’t go to sleep, I just lay there staring into what seems like nothing as I wait for his breathing to even out so I know he’s sleeping. I slip out, placing my blanket over him and just take a moment drinking in all that's left of my cowboy.

By the time he wakes up tomorrow morning I'll be halfway back home to Tennessee.

Chapter twenty

“Why can’t she ever say goodbye to me?”

Rhett

I jolt awake to the sound of our rooster making it known the sun is on the horizon of the start of a new day. I can see the sunrise through the small barn window above our work bench.

Rubbing my hands over my face, I groan at the discomfort I feel on my back from sleeping on bales of hay, but I feel as though that is the least of my worries. I turned to where Mel was before I went to sleep, but she’s not there.

How did I not feel when she left? I know I had a bit to drink yesterday but not enough to knock me out.

Though I’ve been stressed and between the farm incidents, hearing about Mel and David, and the whole thing with Janelle I’m emotionally drained. But last night? God, last night was something completely different.

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