by Mae Doyle
“I don’t even know you. What makes you think that I’m that type of girl?”
Fuck.
For a moment, she throws me for a loop, but then I see the bit of smile playing on the corners of her mouth, and I relax. “I can tell because you look like you need a good deep dicking, Hannah, and you also know that out of everyone in here, I’m the one to give it to you.”
She gasps at this, and then starts to laugh. “Just so you know, though, Arlo, I’m not this kind of girl. It’s just that I’ve received some life-changing news today and I need something to take my mind off of it.”
I nod, but I don’t give a shit what kind of news she got from her family. All I know is that I need her naked. I want to trace my tongue up her body and part her legs. I’ll make her cum, yeah, I always do that for the broads, but I want to hear her screaming my name first.
“Come on.” Taking her hand, I pull her from the stool, not waiting to give her a chance to argue. On second thought, I grab the bottle of whiskey and tuck it under my arm, pulling her close so I can slip my free arm around her waist.
“Don’t you need to pay? Do I need to pay?” She turns to slip away from me, but I tighten my grip, digging my fingers into the flesh on her hip.
Fuck, she feels good.
“Don’t worry about that. We’re good,” I tell her, and march her out of the Claw. Johnny’s parked right outside, where I want him to be, and I usher Hannah into the back before sliding in next to her. Her eyes are wide and she glances up at Johnny before turning to me.
“This is your car?” She sounds shocked, and I just nod at her.
“My house, Johnny,” I tell him, and he immediately starts the car, pulling smoothly away from the curb.
He’s young, but he knows to keep her fucking mouth shut about things that he sees when he’s at work, and that’s one of the reasons why we all love him. I’m sure that me taking him for the afternoon will throw off some plans for the rest of the family, but I don’t give a shit.
I need to get this out of my system, and Hannah’s the perfect person for me. The leather seats in the back are slick and she slides over to me, settling herself under my arm, but I don’t want to cuddle. To get to me, she hands me the envelope from Pops.
Fuck. That’s the last thing that I want to think about right now, and I toss it onto the floor. I don’t even care if I step on it and ruin it. All I want to do is focus on sweet little Hannah here.
My cock aches to be released, and while there’s no way that I’d make Johnny drive us while we fucked, that doesn’t mean that I can’t get a little taste of this sassy thing.
Sassy. That’s exactly what she is. She’s a little sweet, a hell of a lot sassy, and exactly what I need to forget the absolute bullshit that my family’s putting me through.
“Listen, my sassy girl,” I tell her, pulling away and tilting her chin up to me, “you’re exactly what I need right now. You’re funny, smart, and you look like you need something to make you forget the bullshit you’re dealing with. Am I right?”
She nods, but only barely, before she kisses me, her hot mouth crashing into mine. I kiss her back, grabbing her long hair and wrapping it around my fist so that I can control her better.
She’s a bit of a wildcat right now and she grabs my shoulders, her nails digging through my clothes as she pulls me down. My mouth opens hers and I sweep my tongue across hers, tasting her.
Hannah’s leaning forward, her tits pressed up against my shirt, and I slowly snake a hand up her side, slipping it up under her shirt so that I can free her from her bra. At my touch, she shifts position, moaning a little, and I tug down her bra. Immediately, her nipple hardens under my touch, the hard peak of it tantalizing.
I want to rip off her clothes and fuck her here in the backseat, but instead I take a deep breath and look up. Almost home.
Johnny must see me look out the window, because the car picks up speed. Good man, although part of his motivation is probably that he wants us out of the car as much as I want her in my bed.
Hannah runs a line of open mouthed kisses along my jaw and neck, and I grab her by the chin, forcing her to turn her head so that I can kiss her back. When I do, she moans into my mouth and my entire body aches for her.
As soon as we pull up in front of the house, we’re out of the car. I grab the whiskey at the last second and take Hannah’s hand, pulling her with me to the front door. She pauses for a moment to look up at the house, but I yank her forward. The last thing I want to do is talk about my house.
The only room I care about her seeing is my bedroom.
“Come on,” I growl at her, pulling her in the front door with me. She practically falls over herself to follow me, and as soon as I shut the door behind her, she’s back in my arms, slipping her hands inside the shoulders of my jacket to take it off.
I let her, allowing it to fall to the floor behind me, but then I turn, pinning her up against the wall. Her heart’s beating fast as I nip my way along her neck, breathing in deeply to enjoy her smell.
For fuck’s sake, she’s just supposed to be a bit of pussy for me to wet my dick in, not something that I’m supposed to be enjoying smelling. I’m set to be married.
Pushing the thought away, I grab her wrists and slam them into the wall above her head, pinning her there. She’s breathing shallowly, her perfect tits rising and falling quickly. There’s a flush growing on her chest and I growl, dipping my head to kiss along her neckline.
She fights me a little, wanting to reach for me and pull me to her, but I’m not about to let her wrists go. Instead, I lean forward, pressing into her with my hips. My cock throbs at the contact of her body and she squeaks a little, wiggling away from me.
My sassy girl has a teasing side to her, and I let go of her wrists long enough to strip her of her shirt, throwing it to the floor. Hannah immediately reaches up behind her back and unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the ground, too. Her perfect tits are begging for me to touch and suck them, and I oblige.
Dipping my head, I take one of her perfect nipples into my mouth, sucking it into a hard point while I roll the other between my fingers. She moans, throwing her head back and snagging her fingers into my hair. When she yanks it, I nip her, catching the tip of her nipple between my teeth.
“Fuck, Arlo,” she cries out, digging her hips into me. I run my hands down her smooth sides and grab her hips, lifting her. She immediately throws her legs around me, wrapping them tightly around my waist. Her little cunt is hot against me – the only thing separating us a few layers of fabric.
Turning from the wall, I carry her to the bedroom. There’s nothing that’s going to stop me from taking Hannah as my own.
I’ve never hated my house for being huge before, but it takes so long for me to get down the hall with Hannah clinging to me that I’m beginning to wish that I’d bought a smaller house. She’s panting, kissing along my neck and my ear, her fingernails digging hard into my skin.
“On the bed,” I tell her, tossing her lightly into the air. She lands with a bounce and sits up immediately, her eyes locked on mine. Holy fuck, the way her tits jiggle as she moves is damn near enough to do me in.
Keeping an eye on her, I strip out of my shirt and pants, groaning a little as I finally free my cock. She gasps a little on the bed and my eyes fly to her.
“You okay?” For the first time since I saw her in the Claw, I get a little worried that something’s wrong, but she just shakes her head.
“You’re fucking huge,” she whispers, her eyes still locked on my cock. She licks her lips, the pink tip pof her tongue darting out for just a second.
Fuck, yes. And I’m going to make her cum all over my cock. She’ll be screaming for me to fuck her again by the time I’m done, no matter how sassy she feels right now.
Chapter 5
Hannah
I shouldn’t be doing this.
I mean, that’s what’s running through my head. I don’t even know this guy’s last name, for
fuck’s sake, and I’m apparently betrothed to be married to someone in the damn mafia, but I can’t help the way I’m staring at this guy’s cock.
He’s huge. From the moment I saw him in the bar, I knew that I wanted to get to know him, or at least feel his hands on me, but as soon as his pants fell to the floor, I realized that I may have bitten off more than I can chew.
Or more than I can fuck.
There’s just no way that thing is going to fit comfortably, but when he walks towards me, it bouncing between his legs, I realize that I don’t give a shit. I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone in my life.
“You okay there? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, and I can’t help but notice that you still have your pants on.” He looks pointedly at my jeans, and I struggle to take them off.
“I…I’m good. Yeah, I’m fine.” Cursing, I finally get my jeans unbuttoned and I pull them off, thanking god that I wore lacy underwear and actually did laundry yesterday. There’s no way that I want this man to see me in my holey panties I wear with sweats.
“Good, cause I want you.” He crawls across the bed to me, his hungry eyes locked on mine, and I shiver, leaning back so that he can crawl over me, pressing me into the bed with his body.
Fuck, he’s just as ripped and muscular as I thought when I first saw him. Without thinking, I run my fingers up his back, feeling each muscle as it twists and turns under my touch.
“God, you’re sexy,” he says, almost oblivious to my touch. I gasp as he plants hot kisses down my neck and between my tits, slowly working his way down my stomach. My skin burns at each kiss, and when he reaches up to wrap his hand around my neck, I moan.
There’s nothing for me to say to that, and even if I wanted to, I don’t know that I could speak. His touch is like fire and my skin is electric, my body responding in a way that it never has before. I can’t help but arch my back when he grabs my hips and pins them to the bed, slowly tracing his tongue down one hipbone to my core.
“I bet you taste so sweet, you sassy little thing,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my skin as he speaks. Without meaning to, I moan in response and finally free my hips to rock them up to his mouth. My core is soaking wet, and I’m sure that I’m dripping onto his sheets.
I don’t give a shit.
I want this man in me. I need something to take my mind off of what a shitty day I’m having, and that huge cock between his legs will do nicely. Almost lazily, he trails his fingers down from my hips and slides them between my legs, tracing them around my folds.
Moaning, I shift position, trying to force him in me. He feels incredible, and I love what he’s doing, but I need to feel him in me. I need something to take away the stress from the day, but he seems unhurried.
“Arlo, please,” I moan, rocking into his hand. He slips a finger into me, stroking my front wall, and I tense. It’s just a finger…it’s not enough. But yet, I think I could make it work.
“Not yet, Hannah,” he whispers. He knows what I’m trying to do, and I hold still, his breath hot on my skin. “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to, and when you do, it’s not going to be because of my finger, do you understand?”
Biting my lip keeps me grounded, and I nod. I understand, but that doesn’t mean I think that I’m going to be able to control it.
“Good girl.” This time it’s not his fingers stroking me, but his tongue, and I tense up, a wave of pleasure rocking through my body. He circles my clit with his tongue, then pinches it lightly, rubbing it slowly as I twist and writhe on the bed.
“Arlo,” I beg, his name falling out of my mouth like honey. “Arlo, I need to cum, please.”
He chuckles but doesn’t stop licking me. Arlo’s tongue slips around my folds, dipping into my core to taste me, and then he sucks my clit, wrapping his lips around my skin and pulling on me so that I feel like I’m about to come undone.
He may think that he can stop me from cumming, but I don’t have that much control. The more he sucks and swirls his tongue, the more I feel my muscles start to tense. There’s a deep burning in my core that’s threatening to consume me. I feel the beginning of the giant waves starting and I know that I don’t have long before they pull me under and I drown in them.
But if he knows, he’s going to stop me.
I can’t help but curl my toes, digging them into the bed as the muscles in my legs begin to shake. There’s no way that I could keep from cumming, not when he’s working my clit like gum, rolling his tongue over it and blowing hot breaths on my wet skin.
I’m so close that I clench my eyes against the oncoming waves, trying to keep my breathing even, but I can feel that I’m about to fall apart. I’m going to shatter on his bed, with his hungry mouth on me, and he’s going to know it.
It doesn’t matter. I fall apart, the waves tearing me under as his tongue never slows on my clit. I’m so sensitive, but it doesn’t matter, he swirls his tongue, tasting me as I cum, lapping up my juices as they soak his face.
I’m high. So high that it feels like I may never come down. I can just ride this wave, the explosions that are going off in my body. My skin feels like it was too tight and it’s finally split open, letting me break free and tear through it.
But Arlo notices. He pulls back, my core immediately colder when he stops kissing and licking me and he slaps me, the sharp pain shooting through my body and forcing me higher.
“Fuck!” I scream, arching my back and digging my fingers into the blankets on the bed. I thought that I was done, that I was going to come down from falling apart at the seams, but the way he hits my sensitive clit sends me shooting back up through the roof. The pain is so intense that I can almost see it, bright lights flash before my eyes, and before I can even breathe again, Arlo is on top of me, pinning me to the bed.
My hands are forced back up over my head and my breath catches in my throat. When I finally open my eyes, Arlo’s face is just a few inches from me.
And he looks pissed.
Fuck.
“Did I tell you that you could cum?” Switching his grip so that both my wrists are pinned in one hand, he traces the other down my body, squeezing my tit on the way. I cry out, wriggling to the side to try to get away from him, but he doesn’t loosen his grip.
“I specifically told you not to cum until I told you to.” His breath is hot on my neck and he nips down my body, his bites growing stronger and harder as he does until he latches onto my nipple, sucking it and biting it.
“Ow!” I cry out, trying to turn away from him, but he uses his hips to pin me in place. “That hurts, Arlo!”
He lets go of my nipple but doesn’t free my hands. When I look at him, I see that he’s grinning, and the sight makes my stomach drop.
“You don’t know how to listen, do you, Hannah? But I bet that I can fuck you into learning, what do you think?” With his free hand he roughly forces my legs apart, his fingers digging into my skin.
“I can listen,” I pant out. This isn’t what I expected from him, but I can’t help that I’m fucking turned on. I know that I’m soaking his blankets, but I don’t care. There’s no way that I can ask him to stop now, not when I want to feel him inside of me.
This isn’t how someone who’s going to get married should act, but chances are good that this is my last time like this.
With someone like him.
Fuck it, with him. I don’t want to want him, but he leans forward, the tip of his cock at my opening, and I close my eyes, bracing myself for him. His cock rubs against my lips and I moan, trying to rock towards him, but he has me pinned in place.
“You need to apologize.”
At his words, my eyes fly open. “What?” It’s almost impossible for me to focus on what he’s saying. I want him in me so badly, but at the same time…I hate him.
I’m not going to apologize for cumming. No way.
“I didn’t tell you to cum.” He rocks forward, forcing the bulb of his cock into me. He’s just as big as I thought, and I ga
sp as he begins to stretch me. Fire shoots through me from our point of connection, and I have to take a deep breath before I can even open my eyes to look at him again.
“Not gonna happen, Arlo,” I tell him, but even as his name leaves my lips, I know that I’m lying. He’s going to make me apologize, I know it. He’s going to tear the apology from me, and all I can hope is that he lets me cum in return.
“Do it.” He drops his head to my neck and kisses me as he thrusts deeper, forcing his huge cock into me. I cry out, arching my back up to meet him. My wrists ache from him pinning them above my head, but there’s no way I can pull them from his grasp.
When I don’t respond, he drops my wrists and lightly grips my neck. The feel of his fingers almost digging into my skin is electric and I reach up for his hand, but I don’t claw at it.
Not yet.
I can barely concentrate on what he’s doing and how he feels when he’s in me and on me like this. He’s moving his hips, rocking deeper into me each time, and I know that he’s going to force me to cum. Arlo’s huge cock pounds into me, forcing me to stretch. I moan under him and he tightens his grip on my throat.
Now I do claw at his hand.
“Let me go!” I cry, but my heart isn’t in it. It’s fucked up, but I don’t want him to stop. I can already feel my second orgasm building, but he just squeezes tighter.
He doesn’t let me go and I fight to suck in a breath. The way he’s squeezing my neck suddenly goes from being hot to terrifying. I see small explosions shoot off at the corners of my eyes and my vision starts to grow a little dark.
Fuck. He’s going to kill me.
I thrash under him, but there’s no way that I can force him off of me. He’s pinning me to the bed, still fucking me, his huge cock stroking in and out of me in a way that I’ve never felt before. Every nerve in my body screams for release, but I can’t seem to get enough air to let that happen.
Clawing at his hand and wrist, I’m sure that I’m leaving marks and cutting through his skin, but he doesn’t let me go. “Be a good girl, sassy little Hannah,” he tells me, as he drops a kiss on my mouth, “and get ready to cum for me.”