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Chapter

Twenty-Three

Smoke

I walk us both from the bathroom back into the bedroom and make a beeline for the bed. When her ass hits the center of the mattress, I go with her. Her hands slide from around my neck and trail down the front of my t-shirt until they get to the hem. When she tugs at it, I grab a handful of the material at the back of my head and pull it up and off.

Her eyes go wide, and her teeth nibble the edge of her lip when she catches sight of my upper torso. Sure, I keep fit, I’ve got the muscle definition, but I’m betting it’s the tattoos that cover every inch of my skin my t-shirt normally hides. My back, chest and upper arms are wall-to-wall black and white images, each one significant to me. Every one of them has a reason, a story, a meaning no one is privy to.

“Wow, Smoke,” she gasps. “Your body is beautiful.” Her fingers start to trace the outline of the ink that sits close to my heart, but before she gets too far, I grab hold of her hand and place it just above the building hardness at my crotch.

“Unfasten me,” I order. With no hesitation, her hands start to work on the buckle. I bring my arms up and place my hands behind my head. My gaze drops to her hands so I can watch her every move.

Once the belt is loose, she whips the leather from the loops and tosses it to the floor. Her fingers shake as she moves to the button of my jeans, and then the zip. I’m unsure whether it’s because she’s nervous or the anticipation of what’s coming.

As soon as my pants are unfastened, my cock breaks free from the confines of the fabric, springing out firmer and harder than it’s been for a long time. More so than when I’ve needed a release and let one of the club whores suck it. This could purely be because I’ve not had this kind of interaction with a woman for some time. At least, that’s what I’m trying to tell myself. Truth? Tenley’s effect on me is both shocking and foreign, and something that I’m unable to explain, but it can’t be denied either.

I suck in a sharp breath when Tenley wraps her tiny fist around my cock. I’m not lacking in length or girth by any means, but seeing her small hand holding my hard dick makes me look even bigger. Well, fucking proud, that’s what. Her touch is scorching hot and feels so fucking good, too fucking good, so once again, I grab her hands away from me.

I catch hold of her ankles and push her legs wide apart. She does nothing to stop me when I move up her body until my hardness is in line with the swollen lips of her pussy. I stroke the swollen head of my cock across her clit, teasing her entrance, all the while lubing it up with her juices. With no warning, I slam into her tight, wet pussy, going deep. One more push, and I’m to the hilt. The way the walls of her silky cunt sheaths me is exquisite.

“Argh,” Tenley screeches from the sheer force of my penetration. I know she’s wet, and my dick is smothered in her slickness too, but her cunt is tight and my cock is thick and everything is snug. “Jesus, Smoke, give me a minute. Let me get used to you.”

I should wait, give her a chance to adjust to my size, but fuck, sex is so much better when you combine it with a little pain. Believe me, the way her cunt is almost choking my cock, I’m riding on the edge of pain, too.

I can feel every fold of her inner muscles when I pull out almost all the way, causing the most incredible sensations. Immediately, giving her no time to catch her breath, my own need wanting more, I thrust back into her, hard and without restraint.

“Fuck you, Smoke,” she curses me for ignoring her request, but as I start to pump in and out of her, she starts to mewl out her pleasure. “Ahh, that feels so good.”

“Too right it fucking does,” I hiss back at her. It’s good for me too. Fucking mind-blowingly good. I continue to pump into her, the tingling sensation building in the pit of my stomach, I watch Tenley as her eyes become lidded, her plump lips open as she rapidly sucks in air .

She looks so damn gorgeous laid out in front of me, her blonde hair, still damp from the shower, splayed out over the black sheets underneath her. Her tits bouncing with every thrust, her hips tilt up and move in conjunction with mine, seeking a deep penetration. I take a few minutes to watch where our bodies meet. Where my thick cock slides in and out of her pink, swollen pussy. I look up at her face and catch her watching the very same spot, too. When her eyes lift and connect with mine, now we’ve both shared that glorious view, it’s as hot as fuck.

As the tingling sensation increases, and my ball tighten, my vision blurs and out of nowhere, Tenley’s face with her blonde hair and blue eyes, are replaced with thick red hair, emerald, green eyes and a face that tears my heart in two.

What the fuck am I doing?

Despite my vision clearing, Ten’s blue eyes now looking back at me. Guilt punches me in the gut so hard that if I’d have been standing, would have had me crashing to my knees. My cock is still deeply embedded in her when I come to a sudden stop, my breaths coming short and sharp as I try to curb my building anxiety.

My Violet. My one and only, sweet Violet. I have tarnished Violet’s memory in a way I’d vowed I’d never do. No other woman could ever take her place.

I’ve had several club whore’s mouths and hands wrapped around my cock before, giving me the release that I needed, but that has been my limitation.

Now, not only have I kissed this woman on the mouth, feasted on her cunt, but I’ve also broken my golden rule, my promise to Violet .

Not once have I put my cock in another woman’s pussy. Until now.

My heart is telling me to stop, but my balls, my undeniable need to fuck right now, are too unbearable.

I pull fully out, my cock wet, hard and in need of release.

“Not again,” she whimpers, but when I growl at her, grab her hips and flip her over onto her stomach, she lets out a cry of surprise.

I don’t need to pull her up onto her knees. She does it as if reading my mind. With her ass tilted up, legs apart, giving me a full view of her dripping pussy, I bring my hand up and smack her bare cheek. When she cries out in shock, I snigger venomously.

“Didn’t foresee that coming now, did you?” I taunt, a cruel tone in my voice. I smack her again, and again, until both her ass cheeks are blooming. I’m a cruel bastard, I know exactly what I’d doing. I hate myself for what I’m doing, unable to control my urges, and worse of all, I’m taking that anger out on her, even though she’s not to blame.

I know it’s wrong, but when her cries turn to moans of pleasure, even though I know I should stop, I don’t. A few more taps to her ass and then I’m spreading those cherry red globes and slamming my cock back into her pussy. With one hand gripping her hip, I grab a handful of her hair with the other, and pull until it forces her head back towards me.

I don’t kiss her or whisper dirty words into her ear. I growl like a wild animal, taking what I need to satisfy my sexual urges .

So, when I rut into her this time, it’s simply to get me to where I want to be. It’s hard and fast, with no thought as to whether it’s good for her or not. I don’t give a fuck. When my balls tighten, and I’m about to come, I pull out and offload over her ass and lower back.

“Damn,” she mumbles into the mattress. “I didn’t come.”

I don’t respond. I simply sit back on my haunches and take in the air.

Once I get my breath back, I get to my feet, grab my jeans from the floor and start pulling them over my feet and up my legs. Without even fastening them up, I go to retrieve my t-shirt.

Tenley is still laid flat on her front in the center of the bed, as if in a daze.

“Can you grab a towel and wipe me down so I don’t get your jizz everywhere?” she giggles, totally oblivious that I’m halfway to leaving.

I grab my boots and cut, and make for the door.

“Smoke?” she pushes up on her arms and looks over her shoulder at me. Our eyes meet for a second or two before I pull the bedroom door closed behind me.

Tenley

“Where the fuck are you going?” I shout at the closed door. I’m sure he’s heard me, but when I hear the front door to the apartment slam, I know he’s ignoring me.

“Bastard,” I curse out at the top of my voice. Not that anyone will hear it other than me. I shuffle up the bed on my stomach and grab one of the pillows, pulling off the cover to use to wipe up Smokes’ cum from my ass.

“Ouch,” I squeak when I start cleanup, not realizing how sore my ass cheeks were from the result of his punishing hand. Once I’m sure that I’ve got the worst of it. I slide off the bed and head straight to the shower.

My anger begins to build as soon as I’m soaped up and have the water running over me,

I recall his warning, heeding me that this was nothing other than a fuck, yet it didn’t feel that way, not for most of it, anyway. Still, as soon as he started to fuck me, something changed. I’ll never forget the tortured look on his face, the way he became almost statuesque like. Yet minutes later, he’d flipped me, spanked me, and was banging into me harder than ever. It was hot and sexy, and mind-blowing.

So, what went wrong? Was it something I said or did? Or is he just the fucking douchebag that he warned me about? Other than leaving me hanging, the sex was incredible and I’m pretty sure that what happened tonight was a mere drop in the ocean when it comes to Smoke’s sexual skills. The yo-yoing between gentle and punishing sex. The unpredictability of his actions was mind-blowing. One thing I do know, when he warned me he’d ruin me, he was quite possibly telling the truth.