by S. N. Garza
“Tell me. Tell me how bad you need me to make you come. I feel your pussy tightening against my fingers. You want my dick inside you, Penelope? Fucking your hot, little pussy until you explode all around me? I’m going to pound my cock up your tight, juicy cunt until I’m shooting my cum deep inside your sweet little hole right here.”
I moved against him, dying for release. I couldn’t control the whimpering cries of pleasure flying from my mouth. He let go of my wrists, his fingers slipped free, and he brought them up to his mouth.
He sucked my juices right off his fingers, smacking his lips and his eyes rolled as he said, “Fucking delicious.”
Then his hands went to my bottom, keeping me in place as he walked away from the door.
I heard something crash to the floor, but before I could look I felt my back meet the cool, hard surface of a wooden desk.
“Hold on to the ledge. Now, Penelope.”
I did as I was told and my fingers curved over the ledge by my ears. My skirt was shoved up my waist, then my panties were pulled hastily down my legs before being flung over his shoulders. I looked down to see him ripping off his belt, then several buttons pop. His jeans were nothing but buttons. Why the hell was that so damn hot?
Then he was shoving them below his ass along with his boxer briefs, freeing the hard, rigid length of his erection. Fuck me it’s so fucking big. I’ve actually snuck a peak at Alan’s and there’s no comparison. Deke was massive compared to him. The veiny, red tip throbbed as a bead of pre-cum leaked out.
“Don’t look at my cock and lick your lips like that, babygirl. I’m way too fucking close to busting my load all over your pretty, pink pussy. And I have a much better place I want it to go.”
He didn’t give me any room to speak as he grabbed my hips, pulled them off the desk and slid deep inside me with one slow, torturous stroke of his cock.
I should be thinking about something else. But what? God, he filled me up so perfectly. My mind buzzed with adrenaline and I wanted so much for him to fuck me so good and hard. He made me so drunk on him. I wanted more. He needs to give me so much more.
He withdrew and as soon as I felt the loss he drove in hard, making my back arch and a cry of needy pleasure escaped my lips. I held on tight and closed my eyes. Fuck, he felt so big inside. He was pushing in and out of me with the finesse of a bull. Jackhammering into me with this look of primal need and desperation on his face. He looked like some dangerous, savage outlaw. His jaw hard as granite. The veins in his arms flexed with every deep stroke he drove into me.
“You like that, Penelope? Your pussy fits me like a glove. So juicy sweet and hot.”
He growled low and pulled out of me, leaving me feeling weak and aching. His hands went across my waist and he flipped me over. He smacked my ass once, twice and on the third hard spank, he groaned as he spread my cheeks a part and I felt his shaft rub between the spread cheeks, burning my back door. Would he try and take me there? My ass clenched, hoping maybe he would.
“I bet you’d let me fuck your tight little ass wouldn’t you? Such a dirty, hungry girl. I won’t though. Not this time. I need your hot soaking cunt coating my dick right now.”
Deke slid his rod down to the cleft of my vagina. Then he pushed into my wet channel with shallow, frantic strokes.
It felt so good, but he was driving me crazy. The heat on my ass from his spanking shot straight to my core, clenching my womb and muscles, making him moan as I squeezed around him.
He spread me even wider and then slammed home, making me jerk upward. Then it was like he became all business. He was fucking me hard from behind, his pelvis smacking into my rear making the erotic connection the only sound in the room.
“LEAVE!”
Huh? What?
He didn’t stop driving into me and when I tried bringing my head up to see what was going on but his hand slid up my spine to my shoulder blades, keeping me hard against the desk.
“Not you, baby. Just keep squeezing that hot little pussy around my dick. Make me come, Penelope. Pour that sweet cream all over me, baby. Its close, I can feel it. That’s it, babygirl. You’re doing so good. Keep working my dick just like that.”
He was right, he as pushing against that one hot spot sure to drive me crazy when he growled through clenched teeth, “GET BACK TO FUCKING WORK, CAS.”
Oh, God. What was I doing? Oh, this was not good. I pressed upward and that had been the wrong move because he went just deep enough that a hard cry began when his hand flew over my mouth. It wasn’t hard but it was firm enough that the sound was muffled while I burned through my orgasm. He held me tightly as he jerked inside me, then his head came down against the curve of my neck and his teeth sucked at my skin. I squeezed my muscles around his shaft and he groaned against my neck. His hips jerking against me in short bursts.
“Fuck yes. That’s it, baby. Knew this pussy was still all mine. Cream all over my cock, you bad girl. I’m gonna fill your hot, hungry cunt full of my cum. This pussy is so wet for me, Penelope. You ready for it?”
“Yes.” I said panting out short, quick breaths.
“You’re going to take everything I give you, won’t you?”
“Yes, Deke.”
“Good girl.”
My body was writhing, shaking, bursting with sensation as my body let go. The hand at my mouth slid off as I moaned, long, throaty and deep. His hands took my hips in a hard grip as he pounded into me with hard, punishing blows. Hitting that sensitive part over and over, making my eyes rolls as he grunted. Jerking his body in and out vagina. Dominating me the only way he could. Pleasuring my body into submission.
“Deke…Oh, God. I can’t. I’m…Oooh. So good. That feels so good. Gimme more. Please gimme more.”
“That’s my girl. Take my dick like a good girl. Fuck, I’m about to blow. So. Fucking. Tight. Squeeze that pussy around me. One. More. Fucking. Time. Now!”
I did as I was told and then I felt too hot. Too sensitive as he slammed home, his pelvis connecting, smacking against my ass in one hard blow.
“That’s it, babygirl. There it goes. Feel my dick fill you up. You know exactly who you really belong to, don’t you? Does your precious fiancé make you soaking wet and needy for you like I do? Does he fuck this…tight…little…pussy like you like it? A little rough and a lot reckless? Do you fuck him with wild abandon? All juicy sweet, slick and so slippery his cock just slides right in? I bet he doesn’t know how to handle a woman like you, does he Penelope?” Oh, God. Deke puts his mouth right next to my ear and whispered, “Who does this pussy really belong to? Does he fuck you like you like it? Like you want it? The way you need it?”
What?
Oh. My. God.
Alan.
FUCK!
Fucking idiot.
“Let me up.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Instead of quickly withdrawing, he did it slow and deliberate. Shame and guilt began to burn through me.
When I was free I flew around the desk and looked into hard gunmetal eyes.
“Well, does he? How long you and this guy even been together?”
“I’ve known him since I was nineteen. We got together two years ago.”
“After your birthday I bet.” He sneered. Then he threw something in my direction and I caught the small object, opening my hand.
It was my engagement ring. My eyes flew to my hand where indeed, the ring wasn’t there.
“You took off my ring?”
“Yeah, well, I really didn’t want the offensive object getting in the way of what I wanted.”
“What you wanted? You do realize what you’ve done right? How could you?”
“Better question is, how could you? Guess college boy just doesn’t know how to please you.” His laugh was abrupt and callous. “Go back to your boy toy and see if he makes you scream out his name when he fucks you good and hard. He doesn’t though, does he? I bet he doesn’t even make your sweet pussy wet. Where you weep with each hard drive of pleasure. Does he
lick and eat at your pussy like a favorite treat? I bet not. He doesn’t even know where to stick it probably. He’ll never be able to satisfy you like I can. Not in the naughty, dirty way you like it. Remember Vegas? You came so hard when I fingered fucked your hot, little ass while I pounded into your pussy from behind.”
My hand rang out, the harsh sound making me even flinch as it connected with his cheek. Then I did it again and again until my eyes burned with tears and my hand ached.
But all he did was give me a smirk. It was the only sign he gave me before he said, “Go back to Arizona, Penny. You don’t fucking belong here. Go back to your frat boy and stay the hell away from Lilton.”
That’s it.
“Thanks, Deke.”
“Thanks? Thanks for what?”
“For making me feel cheap and worthless. Like some whore you can’t wait to get rid of.
“What? I never—
“Don’t bother. You aren’t worth it. You’ll never be worth it.”
Then I turned and walked to the door. I unlocked it and when I stepped out, I said, “Give my best to Johnny.”
Then I slammed the door behind and walked with my held high, saying bye to the guys and Trixie on my way out, not looking at them because I knew they knew what we did and I felt shamed. I heard a loud roar from the back, but I paid no mind. I was doing my best to not break down.
Because that’s all I wanted to do. I knew once I got back to Arizona, I had to tell Alan the truth. The truth about Deke and I. Our friendship, our relationship. The things we’ve done and what just happened. I’ve never told him about Deke. Not once. I just prayed I didn’t regret it.
I couldn’t stay with Alan after this. Not with knowing I cheated on him. That wouldn’t be right. I couldn’t keep that from him and dishonor him more than I have already.
By the time I got home, Alan was waiting in the baggage claim for me. He embraced me, telling me he missed me when I could barely muster the amount of enthusiasm to respond back.
“That bad, huh? Well, babe. Just think, you don’t have to go back there if you don’t want to. Not anymore.”
I didn’t respond until we got into the car. “We need to talk, Alan.”
“Alright, babe. But can I at least get a hello kiss from you?”
I turned to him and his lips were gentle and soft on mine. Nothing like the hot, searing kisses Deke always gave me. And it just didn’t feel right.
How could I have allowed Deke to go so far? Or anywhere for that matter? It was all my fault. I knew I shouldn’t have went into that office. Bunko tricked me. But it was like as soon as Deke’s lips met mine I came alive. I’ve felt so dormant for such a long time. I knew it was only going to end up with us at each other’s throats. Of course, not until we both had an explosive orgasm. My body still tingled. It’s only been six hours since I left Lilton.
The whole drive home Alan was oblivious to the tension pouring out of me. Would he forgive me? Would we still be friends after this? There was no way I could stay with him now. It was wrong and I couldn’t do that to him.
I grabbed my bags and I followed behind him into his apartment. Our apartment. I moved in when we got engaged. Now I was going to have to go back to the sorority or get my own place. My own place would probably be best. We got inside and he went up the stairs to where our bedroom was. When I reached the top, he had already set my bags by the bed.
“Alan. We need to talk. I need you to listen to everything before you say anything. But know it was not my intention to ever hurt you. Us.”
His brow crinkled and then he laughed. “What’s wrong, babe? You can tell me anything.”
So I did. I told him everything since the day I met Deke until only seven hours ago when we slept together. I didn’t go into details because I wasn’t ready for him to know about the nitty-gritty about our encounters.
I could see the displeasure rolling off of him in waves, but he stayed silent. He hadn’t said a word since I finished. In his graceful way of walking, he came to me with a sad expression on his face that didn’t match the angry look in his eyes.
“Oh, Penny. How could you?”
“I’m sorry. I never—
His hand was too fast for me to react and I held onto the stair railing as my hand flew to my cheek from the blow he landed.
“You stupid, little whore.”
“I am not a whore.”
“You spread your legs for him less than a few hours of arriving. You dirty, fucking slut. I thought I was getting a good girl.”
“Hey! Don’t call me that. I said I was sorry. And I know this ruins what we had. I’m sorry I put you through all that.”
“You’re right. It does. I can’t even stand looking at you, Penny. You disgust me.”
Then he shoved me backward, my hand jerked loose from the stairwell and when I tried reaching out to grab him, he yanked himself away and I fell backward.
That was the last thing I remember.
Chapter 27
Deke
“Deke, what the hell were you thinking messing with her? And she’s engaged? I though you knew better, boy.”
Johnny was once again trying to give me the lecture about how what I did with Penelope was all wrong. Well, maybe it was but the only thing I regret was saying those horrible words to her. After every time I talked shit and messed with her, it was like slicing a piece of my soul. But the last words she spoke to me cut deep. Never once in our entire relationship had she ever called me unworthy. That I wasn’t worth the trouble. That resonated something deep inside of me.
What was I supposed to tell her? That I loved her until couldn’t breathe for it? That I was only that way with her so she would get out of this crap town and make something of herself? Her mother had once told me she wanted to be a professional flutist. What right did I have to keep her here? She was worthy of so much more than this provincial town. Hell if I wanted another man touching her or making love to her, but if that’s what made her happy, than I’d let her go so she could be all that she could be. No, that’s a lie. I wanted her to never let another man touch her unless that man was me, but I’m not worthy of a good woman like her. Some other man was going to give her his last name. Penelope Morgan sounds perfect. Fuck. Why am I such a fuck-up?
“Boy, I’m talking to you. If you love her, why do you hurt her?”
“Because it’s not right to keep her here, Johnny. She deserves more than the life I could give her.”
“What kind of life is that? Stability, loyalty, faithfulness, happiness? A love that endures through anything? Yeah, you’re right. What woman wouldn’t deserve that? Want that? Need that?”
“Johnny. She doesn’t need me weighing her down.”
“Boy, a girl like her doesn’t come around every day. Soulmates are forever.”
“Soulmates? Yeah, right. She’s with her soulmate right now.”
Johnny sighed and got up from his desk.
“Boy, you are one stupid idiot.”
I didn’t even bother responding. I had paperwork I had to complete while Johnny was closing up his own. It was Saturday and we usually stayed open until four a.m. Depending on what people we were working on. It was just after four am when Bunko’s voice yelled out my name. Johnny looked over to me and then we heard Bunko yell out, “NOW!”
We both ran to the front, thinking something bad happened when Castor and Trixie had stopped what they were doing to watch Bunko who had went pale.
“Dessa, honey, calm down.”
Dessa? Iridessa? That was Penelope’s sorority sister. The one Bunko hadn’t stopped talking about for weeks after he got back from Vegas.
“Baby, you’ve got to calm down.” Then he looked to me and said, “Penelope is in a hospital in Arizona.” Then he turned back to his phone.
Hospital? What would she—oh, no. She wouldn’t. Suddenly, my heart began racing too wildly. My vision was blurring. The next thing I knew, I was being shoved in a seat and my head pushed between my legs.
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br /> “Breathe, boy. Maybe it’s not a bad as it seems.”
“It is.” Bunko’s voice was granite hard and full of worry.
If I knew nothing else about Penelope, deep down and to the core, she wouldn’t stay with a guy if she had been unfaithful. Her heart wouldn’t let her. Did I think about that while I was driving my dick into her? Not really. All I knew was that I hated the fact that some other man was making her his and I lost it. Then that big ass rock on her finger made me angry. So while I had her against the door and kissing her senseless, I slipped off that fucking reminder and pocketed it. I knew what we were about to do and I wasn’t going to take her with that fucking ring on her finger; it was laughing at and mocking me.
“He hurt her.”
They all looked over to me with surprise.
“Dessa, I’m gonna put you on speaker phone, baby. Tell us what happened.”
“I’m telling you, Christian.” Christian? Bunko just looked at us and shrugged his shoulders. “The sorority is her emergency contact. Then it was up to us to get a hold of her family. Her brother didn’t answer and the only other person I knew she knew was you and some guy she flipped her shit over once. Anyway, when I asked the hospital what happened, they said her fiancé had brought her here when they were robbed at their apartment.”
“Bullshit. He hurt her.” I said it with conviction. Robbed my ass.
“Who’s that? Alan couldn’t have hurt her, he’s like been in love with her for years. He’s like her counterpart. Ying and yang. Perfect for each other. Anyway, he was hurt too.”
“Was he released?”
“Well, yes. He didn’t fall down a flight of stairs.”
My hands fisted and I couldn’t help but get up and slam them into the wall where I created a hole.
Everyone looked at me with wide, shocked eyes except for Johnny. And I knew he didn’t give a shit what I did to his walls, he knew I’d fix it. Because he knew how I felt about Penelope. He knew me. Just as she did. Just as I knew her. That son of bitch hurt her. My eyes burned red with lividity. He was going to pay for what he did.