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by Trixie Brewster


  “You could have just stopped with ‘welcome.’” This woman was going to call out my shit at every turn. I knew I had a problem but damn it I liked it. I liked it a lot. Getting settled into the booth, Angie looked at me and shook her head.

  “What?”

  “You are trying way too hard.” I was about to ask her what she meant, but the waitress came up.

  “What can I get the two you to drink?”

  “Sweet tea for me,” I told her.

  “Sweet tea.” Angie beamed up at the waitress.

  Once she was gone, I leaned forward. “Just how am I trying too hard?”

  “Well, let’s see. You stalk me, won’t take no for an answer, then hijack my car and bring out to eat. What else you have planned?” The smile was gone, but the sparkle in her eye told me she was enjoying herself.

  “Well, I was hoping to either take you back to my place or yours doesn’t really matter.” I didn’t see a point in sugar-coating what I wanted from her.

  “And when I say no.”

  “Then I will just do this again tomorrow.” The shock that took over her face made me laugh. Damn, that was priceless. The red-headed teacher was shocked.

  Chapter 11

  Angela

  Damn, this man was serious. He had no plans of stopping until he got what he wanted, in my bed or his. Wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Damn it, only if I knew that my father would approve of this man, I would think about it. Maybe I shouldn’t worry too much about what my father would do. Perhaps your dad wouldn’t do anything about it. Yeah, right, my father would probably kill him, then feed him to the damned sharks in the ocean.

  “You know if you knew who my father was, you would probably run screaming,” I tell him. Maybe I should let him know exactly who I was. Who my father was?

  “Try me.” His smile was wearing me down. Damn, it was like he knew what he was doing to me. I really didn’t think it would matter if he knew who my daddy was, it wouldn’t stop him from his chase.

  “I think it wouldn’t matter, would it?”

  “No, I know what I want.” Oh, here we go with the macho man issue. I already know the line. My daddy used it on my mamma. ‘I know what I want, and I want you.’ Classic male macho issues.

  “Don’t even bother finishing it. I have heard it already.” I put my hand out to get my point across. That wasn’t what I wanted from a man. Sure, being told that I was wanted is nice. But with the whole male macho bullshit was not needed. His raised eyebrow told me that I got him.

  “Heard it already, huh. You a patch slut?” He asked like it pissed him off. I didn’t even want to know what he was talking about.

  “No. Gee, my daddy told my mamma that when she told him no,” I remembered their love story.

  “When I met your daddy, he was the most handsome man I had ever seen, but I didn’t like the way the other girls were throwing their selves at him, so I ignored him. I was able to ignore him for about a week. He came up to me and wanted to know why I had been ignoring him. So I told him that I didn’t want to fight over him. Oh, Angela, the look on his face was priceless. He asked me out, and I told him no.”

  “Mamma, you told daddy, no?” I asked her.

  “Sure did. I tried to not date your daddy, but he was persistent. He told me that he knew what he wanted, and I was what he wanted. I couldn’t keep telling him no after that. We dated for maybe a month, and I knew from the beginning that I was in love with him. But after a month, I was sure. He proposed no long after, and we were married before we had been dating for six months.”

  What my parents had was rare. Not every couple falls in love so fast, much less keep that love alive. But they did, and I want something like it, but I am a realist when it comes to love. I looked over at Tank, he was charming, the hottest guy I have ever seen, he was pure badassery, he was tall, and that lip ring. Feeling his lip ring against my lips earlier today sent chills down my spine, the right kind. The man could kiss that was for sure.

  “Your daddy part of an MC or something?” Tank bought me out of my thoughts.

  “Or something, yeah.” That was all I was letting slip.

  “Tell me, what would your daddy do to me if he found out that I was banging his daughter.” I watched as he took a sip of his tea. My mind was thinking about what it would be like if I let a man like Tank in me. I clamped my thighs shut as I thought about his large hands roaming over my body, and the feel of him filling me up and stretching my inner walls. It has been over six years. Here was this man sitting across from me, wanting to do these things to my body. He wanted to sex me up. Was I crazy for even thinking of telling him to leave the restaurant and take me home so I could find out what he called banging?

  “Shark food.” I got out, and I took a drink of my tea. My mouth was watering, thinking about what could happen between us. With the way he talked, I just knew that I would at least come out with one orgasm before the night was over.

  “Doesn’t sound too bad.” His eyes never left mine as the waitress brought our food out to us.

  “Really, that would be a shame if my father found out,” I tell him as I cut my steak and took a bite. I closed my eyes as a moan escaped me before I could stop it. When I opened my eyes, Tank was staring at me with a tight smile on his lips.

  “What?” I asked after I swallowed down my steak.

  “You keep that up, and we won’t finish this dinner.” He stated flatly as I smiled. I wanted to test him, see if he would really leave the restaurant before he finished eating. Taking another bite of the juicy steak, I let out another moan. The steak really did taste delicious moist and tender. It was, by far, one of the best steaks I had ever had.

  “Angie.” His voice was strangled.

  “I can’t help that I like meat.” I smiled at my little comeback to him.

  “Damn it, woman.” I took another bite and let off another little moan. I knew I was playing with fire. “Fuck it.” I heard him say. I just didn’t realize that he would actually leave the table. When I looked up, Tank was already standing, throwing a few bills on the table and reaching for my arm. My silverware clattered to the table as he pulled me out of the booth. I barely caught my purse as he practically ran out of the restaurant. A few of the dinner patrons glanced at us as Tank all but dragged me out of the restaurant, all I could do was smile and wave.

  “Tank, where are we going?” I asked breathlessly as we ran to my car. He didn’t say a word as he opened my door. He was in the drivers’ seat before I could ask him again; he had the car thrown in reverse, and we were taking a back road I didn’t even know was there. When he put the car in park. I noticed that it was dark, no other vehicles. “Woman, get over here.” Tank growled at me. I unbuckled, figuring he might kill me. For all, I knew about the man he could be a serial killer. Before I make a move to run, he hauled me into his lap. I was straddling him, and I could feel his erection pressing into me. His lips crashed down on mine, and I could feel his lip ring moving against my lips. I ground into him, not opening for him this time. I felt the tug against my hair, and my lips parted from the shock of having my hair pulled. His tongue was taking over my mouth, he was exploring all of me, and I was merciless to stop him. I moaned, and he swallowed the sound. His hands cupped my face as he pulled back. I was breathing hard, my lady bits were soaked and throbbing for more.

  “Damn, woman. I told you to stop. Now I can’t give you a choice.” He told me. I should be upset that he wasn’t going to give me a choice. But my senseless brain just screamed Fuck yes, take me.

  Whatever possessed me, apparently possessed my mouth too. “Maybe I don’t want to have a choice.” I knew my fate was sealed with that statement, but for some reason, I couldn’t find a reason to fight this. I wanted it, I wanted him to fuck me senseless. The door opened, and I got out as Tank stalked me to the front of the car that was still running. He kissed me again and leaned me into the hood of my car, I pushed his shirt up, and he yanked it off in a swift motion. He pushed up my skirt
. I heard a rip as our lips were still connected. Then I felt the chilly summer night against my lady bits. Tank lifted me up on the hood of the car and spread my thighs to expose myself to him.

  “So, fucking wet, damn woman, you are beautiful.” I watched as Tank ran a finger over my slick lady bits. He pulled his finger back and sucked all of me off of it. All it did was make me wetter. His finger went back down, and I felt him push a thick digit into me, with just one finger at first; then he added a second one. My head fell back as he pumped his thick fingers into me. “That’s it, come for me.” He coaxed me, and my orgasm started out small, but with him not stopping finger fucking me, it was building. I felt myself clamp down on his fingers. He didn’t let my orgasm finish before he was gone. A whimper escaped my lips before I heard the jingle of his belt being undone. I had a slight flashback but tampered it down. This was not then, this was now, and I was asking for this. He was back, but this time I felt the head of his thick dick there at my entrance.

  I don’t know what possessed me to say it. “Be easy. Its been a long time.” His eyes hit mine, and I couldn’t keep the breath that was caught in my throat. That burning desire was there, his bite-able lips pulling into a smile.

  “Good.” Was all he said as he slowly filled me up with his almost too big dick. I was stretching to accommodate him; there was a little bit of pain, but it was being replaced with pleasure. Once he was fully seated, he rested his forehead on mine. “Fuck, your so fucking tight. Tell me if it hurts.” I nodded my head as he started to move slowly at first. The way his dick moved in and out was almost too much, but not enough at the same time. I wanted more, no, I needed more. His hands were on my breast under my bra teasing and pinching, giving me that pain and pleasure that mixed just right. But it still wasn’t enough. I needed him to fuck me hard. “Tank, fuck..me..” He grunted as he slammed into me. He didn’t let up either, I could hear our skin slapping together as he continued to fuck me hard. I called out his name again and again. I could feel my toes tingling, my orgasm building up, as Tank continued to thrust into me. My nails biting into his back as I crashed over the edge.

  “Come again.” He demanded. I was about to balk that I couldn’t, but I felt it rising in me, my toes tingling as Tank leaned me back on the hood and watched as his dick was fucking me. It was too much to see the awe on his face as he fucked me hard. I was almost there, then I felt his thumb rubbing my clit, and I was done. I couldn’t keep my body from convulsing around him, taking him with me. “Fuck, Angie, Fuck.” He yelled out into the night around us. We sat there for a minute to calm down from the high of finding release. When he pulled out of me, I missed his connection already. I was grateful that I was on the pill because I didn’t consider using protection. He pulled off the condom and threw it away. Not knowing what to do, I got down off the hood and stumbled into his arms. “Angie, you alright?” He asked with a smile in his voice.

  “Yeah, just um, you know.” I shrugged, not really knowing what to say. I hadn’t ever had a one-night stand. So, what the hell do you say. ‘uh thanks for helping me get my jollies off?’ not sure if that would be the best thing to say. Righting my skirt and bra that got pushed up. He shook his head as we got back in the car.

  The drive back to the school was fast and quiet. I was at a loss for words. I was lost in the drone of the exhaust in the cabin of my car. That sound was the only thing keeping me grounded.

  “Your place or mine?” He asked when we got back to the school.

  “Um, really?” I asked him. I figured this was where we parted ways.

  “Woman, I ain’t done with you yet.” I shuddered, thinking what else he had planned.

  “Mine.” Was all I said as I got out and made my way to the driver’s seat. As I passed him, he smacked me on the ass, and I giggled. Yes, I giggled. Sliding behind the wheel, I sighed as I popped the clutch and put it in first gear. I took off, not seeing if he was behind me or not. I got what the MC’s loved about their bikes. I loved my Challenger like no other. All the power that you can control, the roar of the engine, and loud exhausts. I rolled my window down, and I shifted to second and sped down the road. When I hit the main drag, I took off and changing gears fast and laughing into the night like a maniac. When I looked in the rearview mirror, Tank was there right behind me.

  I couldn’t believe that I was doing this.

  Again.

  What a way to get rid of the dry spell. I was taking on a bad boy that my father would flip his lid on.

  But was I happy?

  Yeah, I was getting rid of a dry spell. Daddy did tell me to be happy, so he couldn’t bitch. I would deal with my father when it came up. If it came up, Tank didn’t strike me as the type to keep a woman around. No big deal he would get his, and I would mine, and things would go on. What daddy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, and with that, I could live with. This way, Tank was safe if it didn’t go on after tonight. One and done, nothing more. My father would never know, hopefully.

  Chapter 12

  Tank

  Angie was getting herself one hell of a spanking when I got to her place. Speeding like a bat out of hell. Angie could get into a wreck doing that shit. For her to fear her father doing something to me or whoever she dated, she didn’t act like he would care with her speeding down the main street. I don’t have a clue as to who this man was that she called father, but my gut said that he was someone dangerous.

  A hitman?

  Cop?

  FBI?

  He was someone who could probably turn the club on its ass. But damn it if I didn’t care. I got a taste of Angie’s pussy, feeling her pussy flutter around my dick as she came. Her walls trying to bring me deeper into her. She had a greedy pussy. That was for sure. She scratched me up too, I wouldn’t be surprised if my shirt didn’t have blood stains from where she drew blood. Fucking wild cat. But all be damned if I didn’t want more, and I planned on getting more.

  She pulled up to a condo that sits on the corner of the street. At least she didn’t have but one neighbor that was close by. Backing my bike up, I parked beside her in her driveway. When she got out of that damn car, I was struck by how beautiful she was under the moonlight. Her lips parted slightly as I made my way to her, she was over a foot shorter than I was, and it made my dick get hard.

  She looked up at me and licked her damn lips, those lips I wanted around my dick and soon. I couldn’t believe that she tested me, and I fucked her on the hood of that fuckin’ classic car, and she let me. I didn’t think she was going to see it through. Yet here I was standing in front of the wild cat, at her home that was in the decent parts of Redding. How the fuck did I get so damned lucky?

  “You just going to stand there?” Her sweet voice broke through my thoughts.

  “Nah, just gonna let you make the first move.” Fuck yes, I want her to make that move. I wanted to make sure that she was going to see this through.

  With a raised perfect brow, she smiles and pulls me down to her level and presses her lips against mine and bites my lip ring and tugs a little. The groan escapes my throat. She pulls away just a hair and smiles.

  “Been thinking about doing that for a while now.” Fucking wild cat for sure. Don’t know if all teachers are this way, but fuck me, I was hooking up with the wrong breed of woman apparently.

  “Yeah.”

  “Yeah, you going to come in, or are we going to give the neighbors a show?”

  “Fuck.”

  “Yeah, plan on it.” The smirk on her lips has me floored. Yep done, I met my match. She walks ahead of me, not even looking back to see if I was following her. I liked it, the woman knew what she had and didn’t wait for anyone.

  Closing the door and locking, I had her pinned against the wall. “Fucking wild cat,” I tell her before taking her lips. Damn, this woman could kiss. Her hands wound into my hair, and I felt her nails digging into my scalp. I didn’t care. She could tug and pull and scratch all she wanted. I wanted it. I needed it.

  Clothes w
ere coming off in record time. It was like we were gunning for the gold in the Olympics of getting undressed. I take a step back to take her in. Her red hair falling over her milk-white shoulders. Her dark red hair making her skin glow. Her tits big and heavy against her small frame. Her flat stomach and runway of red curls begging me to follow it down to her sweet pussy.

  “Fucking hell, woman, you're fucking beautiful.” She stalked me with a glint in her eye, and I stumbled and fell into the couch. She straddled me and took my face and kissed me with a passion I had never felt. Teeth hitting, tongues twisting and her hot fucking pussy rubbing over my hard dick. My hands ran down her back, gripping her ass. Reversing our positions, I got on my knees and spread her thighs and buried my head in her wet pussy, inhaling her scent as I slid my tongue down her slit. Taking my hands and making a V, I found her clit and brushed my lip ring against it, her hips came off the couch as her hands fisted in my hair. I took the message and devoured her like a fat kid that hadn’t had cake in a long time. She tasted sweet and salty. I hummed as I took her clit and swirled my tongue around it. She had my hair in a vice and keeping my head pinned down. She was fucking my face, fingering her with two fingers. I curled them to find the spot I was looking for. Her sweet voice broke the moans. “Tank, oh fuck me, Tank, I’m fucking coming.” She wailed as her greedy pussy gripped my fingers and pulsed, I licked up all her cream as she came around my fingers. Fucking perfect.

  “Mmmm. Wild cat, you taste fucking good.”

  Before I can think, she is on me, and her lips are around my dick. Oh, man, can Angie suck a dick? Fuck…

  “Angie…”

  “Mmmm”

  “Angie…you…gotta…fuck” I don’t want to blow my load down her throat, not right now. I try thinking of anything other than her tongue circling the head of my dick, and the way I am hitting the back of her throat and the way she is swallowing my dick. Fuck, fuckity fucking fuck. I pull her off my dick and turn her around and smack her ass.

 

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