“There you are,” he said, as I walked into the pool room. The club had three pool tables and J could often be found in here; he loved playing pool and was pretty good at it.
I was taken aback by the woman who was next to J, leaning over the table getting ready to take her shot, tits falling everywhere and ass barely covered by her animal print mini skirt. J had obviously been about to help her take her shot and their closeness sent a rush of jealousy through me. My fists clenched, and my face flushed with a burning heat. It stopped me dead in my tracks and all clear headed thought escaped me. A primal need to stake out my territory took over, damn the consequences.
“What the fuck?” I snapped at J.
Irritation spread across J’s face and he stepped away from the skank and came towards me. “You’re kidding, right?” he demanded, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me to the side.
I yanked my arm out of his grip. “No, I’m not fucking kidding!” I yelled at him, but my eyes were focused solely on the chick who was now looking me up and down as if I was the shit on the bottom of her shoes. “Who is she, J?”
His lips pinched together and I could tell he was fighting to remain calm. “She is no one, and you need to settle the fuck down,” he warned me.
My head jerked back to look at him. “And you need to stop telling me what to do.”
We glared at each other, neither saying a thing, but my mind was racing. How dare he tell me to settle down! I threw my hands in the air and madly declared, “I’m out of here, I need some space.”
I turned and stalked out of the room, giving the skank a filthy glare on my way. Fucking club whores; they were all the same and I couldn’t believe that J would let one drape herself all over him on the day we got back together.
Having no idea where I was going I just kept walking, and eventually found myself in J’s room upstairs. I was mentally and physically exhausted from the day, but I needed a shower so I undressed and submersed myself under the steaming, hot water, letting it wash away the heaviness I was feeling.
Having not been in a relationship for the last two years I had enjoyed the peace of not having to work your way through shit like this. My relationship with J had always been a little volatile; it was the only aspect of it that I wished was different. Something had to give, to change, if we were going to make it work this time. I just didn’t know if either of us was capable of that.
As I was contemplating all this, J’s ragged breathing engulfed the room and I turned to see him standing outside the shower. His wild eyes were on me, raking over my body with an intense passion that shot heat straight to my core and sent whatever thoughts I was having straight out of my mind. All I could think about now was having J; having his cock in me again. He lifted his shirt over his head and discarded it, and then did the same to his shoes and jeans. I watched every movement intently, my hand snaking down to my clit to massage it while his body was revealed to me. Once he was naked, he opened the shower door and stepped in next to me, his body filling the small space; us, skin to skin. I continued touching myself and reached my other hand down to take hold of his cock and started stroking it. J was hard and ready, and he emitted a groan with my movement. Slipping his hands around me he ran them over my ass and pulled me closer to him, dipping his head to catch my mouth in a hard, forceful kiss. I kept massaging myself, circling and dipping my finger in my wet folds with one hand, while my other one ran up and down his cock. Our kiss became desperate, our breathing more erratic until J broke away to move his lips down my body, sucking, kissing, licking me on my neck and breasts. His hands were on my ass, my stomach, my tits and finally they were where I wanted them, where I needed them; he took over my pussy and began finger fucking me.
Fuck! It was almost more than I could take. The sensations shooting through my body were electric; J was fucking electric, and although I was overwhelmed by him, I also couldn’t get enough. I started to climb up his body; the need to have him inside me was taking over. Desperation for his cock, in me, was taking over. He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and moved his hands to my ass, helping lift me up and then moved me so that we were leaning up against the shower wall. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, my hands gripping the back of his neck. Needing his mouth on mine I took it, plunging my tongue in. I moaned with pleasure. He felt so fucking good; I would never get enough of this.
“Baby, I’m gonna fuck you now but I don’t have a condom,” he grunted in between kisses.
“I’m clean,” I managed to get out, not wanting him to stop; not ever stop.
“Good, me too,” he uttered before thrusting in me hard and fast, to the hilt.
“Fuck!” I cried out, “Don’t fucking stop, J. Fuck me hard,” I demanded.
J didn’t need further coaxing, he rammed into me repeatedly, our faces mashed side by side, our breathing hard and heavy while we each took what we needed. The rhythmic slapping of our bodies and our grunts were the only noises in the room and it fucking turned me on even more. J began to move even faster with his thrusts and I felt it build; the divine pleasure intensifying until my pussy tightened and clenched and the release hit me, exploding throughout me, and I screamed with satisfaction.
“Fuck, baby,” J grunted, and then he thrust hard one last time, and straightened, and stilled while his release pumped into me. His head fell forward and he stayed like that for a moment, spent.
I was taken aback by the woman who was next to J, leaning over the table getting ready to take her shot, tits falling everywhere and ass barely covered by her animal print mini skirt. J had obviously been about to help her take her shot and their closeness sent a rush of jealousy through me. My fists clenched, and my face flushed with a burning heat. It stopped me dead in my tracks and all clear headed thought escaped me. A primal need to stake out my territory took over, damn the consequences.
“What the fuck?” I snapped at J.
Irritation spread across J’s face and he stepped away from the skank and came towards me. “You’re kidding, right?” he demanded, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me to the side.
I yanked my arm out of his grip. “No, I’m not fucking kidding!” I yelled at him, but my eyes were focused solely on the chick who was now looking me up and down as if I was the shit on the bottom of her shoes. “Who is she, J?”
His lips pinched together and I could tell he was fighting to remain calm. “She is no one, and you need to settle the fuck down,” he warned me.
My head jerked back to look at him. “And you need to stop telling me what to do.”
We glared at each other, neither saying a thing, but my mind was racing. How dare he tell me to settle down! I threw my hands in the air and madly declared, “I’m out of here, I need some space.”
I turned and stalked out of the room, giving the skank a filthy glare on my way. Fucking club whores; they were all the same and I couldn’t believe that J would let one drape herself all over him on the day we got back together.
Having no idea where I was going I just kept walking, and eventually found myself in J’s room upstairs. I was mentally and physically exhausted from the day, but I needed a shower so I undressed and submersed myself under the steaming, hot water, letting it wash away the heaviness I was feeling.
Having not been in a relationship for the last two years I had enjoyed the peace of not having to work your way through shit like this. My relationship with J had always been a little volatile; it was the only aspect of it that I wished was different. Something had to give, to change, if we were going to make it work this time. I just didn’t know if either of us was capable of that.
As I was contemplating all this, J’s ragged breathing engulfed the room and I turned to see him standing outside the shower. His wild eyes were on me, raking over my body with an intense passion that shot heat straight to my core and sent whatever thoughts I was having straight out of my mind. All I could think about now was having J; having his cock in me again. He lifted his shirt over his head and discarded it, and then did the same to his shoes and jeans. I watched every movement intently, my hand snaking down to my clit to massage it while his body was revealed to me. Once he was naked, he opened the shower door and stepped in next to me, his body filling the small space; us, skin to skin. I continued touching myself and reached my other hand down to take hold of his cock and started stroking it. J was hard and ready, and he emitted a groan with my movement. Slipping his hands around me he ran them over my ass and pulled me closer to him, dipping his head to catch my mouth in a hard, forceful kiss. I kept massaging myself, circling and dipping my finger in my wet folds with one hand, while my other one ran up and down his cock. Our kiss became desperate, our breathing more erratic until J broke away to move his lips down my body, sucking, kissing, licking me on my neck and breasts. His hands were on my ass, my stomach, my tits and finally they were where I wanted them, where I needed them; he took over my pussy and began finger fucking me.
Fuck! It was almost more than I could take. The sensations shooting through my body were electric; J was fucking electric, and although I was overwhelmed by him, I also couldn’t get enough. I started to climb up his body; the need to have him inside me was taking over. Desperation for his cock, in me, was taking over. He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and moved his hands to my ass, helping lift me up and then moved me so that we were leaning up against the shower wall. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, my hands gripping the back of his neck. Needing his mouth on mine I took it, plunging my tongue in. I moaned with pleasure. He felt so fucking good; I would never get enough of this.
“Baby, I’m gonna fuck you now but I don’t have a condom,” he grunted in between kisses.
“I’m clean,” I managed to get out, not wanting him to stop; not ever stop.
“Good, me too,” he uttered before thrusting in me hard and fast, to the hilt.
“Fuck!” I cried out, “Don’t fucking stop, J. Fuck me hard,” I demanded.
J didn’t need further coaxing, he rammed into me repeatedly, our faces mashed side by side, our breathing hard and heavy while we each took what we needed. The rhythmic slapping of our bodies and our grunts were the only noises in the room and it fucking turned me on even more. J began to move even faster with his thrusts and I felt it build; the divine pleasure intensifying until my pussy tightened and clenched and the release hit me, exploding throughout me, and I screamed with satisfaction.
“Fuck, baby,” J grunted, and then he thrust hard one last time, and straightened, and stilled while his release pumped into me. His head fell forward and he stayed like that for a moment, spent.
