Destined Havoc
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Eventually, her voice cut through the silence. “Havoc, I don’t think I can wait any longer,” she said, her voice pleading with me, silently promising me a hell of a fuck. Women who were in touch with their sexual side like Carla was didn’t come along very often. A lot of women had hang ups a mile fucking long that got in the way of good sex. I’d found one that didn’t.
Ah, fuck. I wanted to take my time but she wasn’t going to let me. As much as I wanted to control this, she had me. By the fucking balls. When her lips met mine in a kiss, and her tongue forced its way into my mouth, I knew for sure this wasn’t going to go down the way I wanted. No, this was going to be hard and fast after all.
She moved onto my lap in what seemed like one swift movement. Her size and agility allowed her to do this. In the next minute, she was clawing at my jeans, undoing them and then lifting her top over her head. Her hands then gripped onto my jaw and pulled my mouth back to hers for another searing kiss. Hot fucking damn, she was wild. I moved my hands to her jeans, undid them and pushed my hand into her panties. Her wetness welcomed me, and I slid two fingers inside her, and began working her towards what she wanted.
As my fingers worked harder, she started grinding herself against me, and threw her head back, moaning my name. I dipped my mouth to her neck and sucked it while moving my free hand to her bra. Pushing it to the side, I covered one of her tits with my hand and rolled her nipple between my fingers.
“Oh my God, Havoc...fuck...shit....fuuuck,” she continued moaning.
I reached my hand up to her face and pulled it forward and back to mine. Her eyes were shut but she opened them and stared into mine. “As much as I want to fuck you slowly, it’s not gonna happen tonight. I will make you come though, one way or another.”
She smiled lazily, and murmured, “Havoc, a woman doesn’t need your cock in her to come; your fingers and your mouth are enough to get her off. Hell, just looking at your sexy ass and listening to your dirty mouth is enough to get me close and I’d even be happy to finish the job myself if I was treated to those.”
I pulled her hair gently, and growled, “How long does it take you to get yourself off, baby?”
Her eyes danced at that question, and she whispered, “I can blow my own damn mind in five minutes, Havoc, but I bet with your help it could be done in two.”
Fuck me. My cock was more than ready to get this done. “No need, darlin’, I’m gonna take care of you tonight, but I’m thinking I’d like to see those fingers of yours blowing your mind another time.”
She reached into my jeans and grabbed hold of my dick. Licking her lips, she asked, “You got a condom this time?”
I nodded and searched in my wallet for one. Handing it to her, I indicated for her to take care of it which she did while I pushed her jeans and panties down. Once we were ready to go, I slid my hands around her ass and pulled her into position. We held eye contact as she sunk her pussy down over my dick. The moment she’d taken me all the way, she let out a long breath, and whispered, “Holy fuck, you’re huge. Feels so good.” And then she took charge, and for once, I found myself enjoying a woman being in control. She slid up and down my dick, picking her pace up as she went. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to orgasm, but she brought me to it faster than any woman before. As I felt it hit, I gripped onto her hips and groaned out, “Fuck!”
Her fingers dug into my arms as she held onto me while I came, and then she screamed out my name and came too. Watching her in the throes of an orgasm was a beautiful sight; one I could watch over and over. Her head lolled back and she bit her lip as she rode the wave. When she’d wrung it for all it was worth, she dropped her head forward and grinned at me. Bending her face to mine, she whispered, “No man has ever made me come as fast or as good as you. You’ve got talents, baby.”
I liked to give credit where it was due. “The same can be said for you, darlin’.”
Her grin spread further across her face. I liked that I’d put that there, and then wondered where the fuck that thought had come from. Making women happy was not on my agenda anymore. The only thing I wanted to make women do was fuck me. I could care less what they did after that.
I smacked her ass. “Time to get you home,” I muttered, pushing her to let her know that tonight had come to an end. The thing I liked about Carla the most was that she didn’t seem to have any problems understanding that what happened between us wasn’t and wouldn’t be anything more than sex. When I’d fucked her two weeks ago she’d been more than happy to leave the next morning without asking for my number or a follow up. And now, she happily crawled off my lap, did her jeans up and waited to be dropped home. When I pulled up outside her house, she grabbed her bag, gave me one last drunken smile and exited the car without another word. I watched her walk inside, and decided she could well be the perfect lay.
Chapter Five
Carla
––––––––
As I weaved through the afternoon traffic, I let my mind drift to thoughts of last night. I’d gotten drunk after having a run in with my boss about being late to work. He had refused to listen to my explanation about being stuck in traffic and involved in a car accident, and had sent me home after three hours. That meant I’d missed out on five hours of pay so I’d hit the club to dance my aggression out. Men kept buying drinks for me so a few hours later I was drunk and that’s when I’d had the bright idea to call Havoc. I’d wanted to set him straight about my driving skills. That’s what I’d told myself anyway. Truth be told, the man fascinated me. I had so many questions for him; questions I knew he’d never answer. Like, why did he have blood splatter on his t-shirt when I’d hit his car, and how did he get the nickname, Havoc? He was the only man I’d ever met who actually scared me, but he was also the man who turned me on more than any other man I’d come across.
Ah, fuck. I wanted to take my time but she wasn’t going to let me. As much as I wanted to control this, she had me. By the fucking balls. When her lips met mine in a kiss, and her tongue forced its way into my mouth, I knew for sure this wasn’t going to go down the way I wanted. No, this was going to be hard and fast after all.
She moved onto my lap in what seemed like one swift movement. Her size and agility allowed her to do this. In the next minute, she was clawing at my jeans, undoing them and then lifting her top over her head. Her hands then gripped onto my jaw and pulled my mouth back to hers for another searing kiss. Hot fucking damn, she was wild. I moved my hands to her jeans, undid them and pushed my hand into her panties. Her wetness welcomed me, and I slid two fingers inside her, and began working her towards what she wanted.
As my fingers worked harder, she started grinding herself against me, and threw her head back, moaning my name. I dipped my mouth to her neck and sucked it while moving my free hand to her bra. Pushing it to the side, I covered one of her tits with my hand and rolled her nipple between my fingers.
“Oh my God, Havoc...fuck...shit....fuuuck,” she continued moaning.
I reached my hand up to her face and pulled it forward and back to mine. Her eyes were shut but she opened them and stared into mine. “As much as I want to fuck you slowly, it’s not gonna happen tonight. I will make you come though, one way or another.”
She smiled lazily, and murmured, “Havoc, a woman doesn’t need your cock in her to come; your fingers and your mouth are enough to get her off. Hell, just looking at your sexy ass and listening to your dirty mouth is enough to get me close and I’d even be happy to finish the job myself if I was treated to those.”
I pulled her hair gently, and growled, “How long does it take you to get yourself off, baby?”
Her eyes danced at that question, and she whispered, “I can blow my own damn mind in five minutes, Havoc, but I bet with your help it could be done in two.”
Fuck me. My cock was more than ready to get this done. “No need, darlin’, I’m gonna take care of you tonight, but I’m thinking I’d like to see those fingers of yours blowing your mind another time.”
She reached into my jeans and grabbed hold of my dick. Licking her lips, she asked, “You got a condom this time?”
I nodded and searched in my wallet for one. Handing it to her, I indicated for her to take care of it which she did while I pushed her jeans and panties down. Once we were ready to go, I slid my hands around her ass and pulled her into position. We held eye contact as she sunk her pussy down over my dick. The moment she’d taken me all the way, she let out a long breath, and whispered, “Holy fuck, you’re huge. Feels so good.” And then she took charge, and for once, I found myself enjoying a woman being in control. She slid up and down my dick, picking her pace up as she went. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to orgasm, but she brought me to it faster than any woman before. As I felt it hit, I gripped onto her hips and groaned out, “Fuck!”
Her fingers dug into my arms as she held onto me while I came, and then she screamed out my name and came too. Watching her in the throes of an orgasm was a beautiful sight; one I could watch over and over. Her head lolled back and she bit her lip as she rode the wave. When she’d wrung it for all it was worth, she dropped her head forward and grinned at me. Bending her face to mine, she whispered, “No man has ever made me come as fast or as good as you. You’ve got talents, baby.”
I liked to give credit where it was due. “The same can be said for you, darlin’.”
Her grin spread further across her face. I liked that I’d put that there, and then wondered where the fuck that thought had come from. Making women happy was not on my agenda anymore. The only thing I wanted to make women do was fuck me. I could care less what they did after that.
I smacked her ass. “Time to get you home,” I muttered, pushing her to let her know that tonight had come to an end. The thing I liked about Carla the most was that she didn’t seem to have any problems understanding that what happened between us wasn’t and wouldn’t be anything more than sex. When I’d fucked her two weeks ago she’d been more than happy to leave the next morning without asking for my number or a follow up. And now, she happily crawled off my lap, did her jeans up and waited to be dropped home. When I pulled up outside her house, she grabbed her bag, gave me one last drunken smile and exited the car without another word. I watched her walk inside, and decided she could well be the perfect lay.
Chapter Five
Carla
––––––––
As I weaved through the afternoon traffic, I let my mind drift to thoughts of last night. I’d gotten drunk after having a run in with my boss about being late to work. He had refused to listen to my explanation about being stuck in traffic and involved in a car accident, and had sent me home after three hours. That meant I’d missed out on five hours of pay so I’d hit the club to dance my aggression out. Men kept buying drinks for me so a few hours later I was drunk and that’s when I’d had the bright idea to call Havoc. I’d wanted to set him straight about my driving skills. That’s what I’d told myself anyway. Truth be told, the man fascinated me. I had so many questions for him; questions I knew he’d never answer. Like, why did he have blood splatter on his t-shirt when I’d hit his car, and how did he get the nickname, Havoc? He was the only man I’d ever met who actually scared me, but he was also the man who turned me on more than any other man I’d come across.
