π| FIFTY ONE
***That woman, I will make sure she belongs to me, wholly...***
~Carmen~
The drive back home was crazy.
You couldn't do a thing at work—not after Rachel's performance—so you had to leave a tad earlier.
You swung your car pass others, your over taking game lit.
It was a wonder you did not skip a red light on your way home.
By the time you drove into the drive way, you were throbbing.
Your dick was hard and bulging in your pants, begging to be freed.
One look at the watch on your hand confirmed something that was impossible—not anymore.
You had shovelled fifteen minutes off the supposed forty five minutes to get from work to Rachel's.
You stopped out of the automobile and slammed the door.
A little press in the remote and it was secured, all locks in place.
Then, you headed for her apartment with the speed of lighting.
You were breathless by the time you got there, stopping for a short moment to catch your breath.
After regaining your composure and straightening out a bit, you were ready for her.
You rang the door bell.
There was no answer.
You quirked your brows.
You rang the door bell for the second time, impatient.
You shifted on one foot, trying to find a comfortable position with the massive bulge in your pants.
But it was hard, and painful.
Footsteps from inside the house, approaching gave you hope.
You heard the lock.
And then, the door finally opened.
Rachel stared back at you, dressed in a blue night gown, smelling like seduction and indulgence.
Despite the scents she wore, your nose picked up her arousal which was heavy in the air.
"Welcome, missed me?" She teased you with a broad smile.
You said nothing.
"Shall I stand here all day?" You murmured in a quiet voice.
She giggled.
"Of course not. I was just admiring the look on your eyes, dark."
You held her teasing gaze for a minute and then scoffed.
She made way from you and you stepped into the house.
You stood there, staring at the white couch laying in the living room as she approached slowly.
"I must say, you look good," she began to say as she stepped into your peripheral vision.
"Bend over—" you interrupted her,
"—and spread those ass cheeks."
You watch her mouth slowly fall agape as her eyes widened.
"You heard me, don't let me repeat those words," was the next thing you said to her.
For a moment, she just stood there, too stunned to even speak.
But slowly her wide eyes recovered, as well as her shock which then turned into a giant smirk.
"As you wish," she grinned with her hands rising into air, in surrender.
Your eyes fall onto the milky skin if her thighs, and the vee shape of her clean shaven pussy.
It was exactly what your dick craved, hardening painfully.
That wasn't a night gown.
It was a tool, for temptation.
And no matter how hard you tried, you knew you will never pass.
You watched her as she turned and slowly bent over the couch with her skimpy blue night gown hiking.
You gasped inaudibly.
The sight of her ass, naked, was perfect, everything you needed.
And the moment she reached down and spread those ass cheeks, you were a goner, bought over.
You could see her pussy, glistening with juices, calling out to you.
You reached for the clasp of your belt with blood roaring madly in your ears and undid it expertly.
The zipper was next.
Your hands disappeared into your underwear to free your dick.
It sprung free instantly, hard and angry, lined with veins.
It stood tall and proud.
Your right hand casually wrapped around its thickness to rub it slowly as you approached her.
"It's so quiet back there," she began to speak. "What are you doing?"
You said nothing, your gaze trained on the folds shining with juices.
Wordlessly, you reach, standing behind her, breathing heavily.
"Carmen?" She asks, her head lifting to look back at you.
But you are swift.
Your left hand grabbed her neck, pressing her down.
Your grip was firm, and the force hard enough to keep her down but not enough to hurt her in anyway.
"You know you can—" she began to complain but stopped short.
A gasp left her mouth as you fed more of your dick to her tightness.
"Fawkkk, Carmen," she moaned the same moment you did.
Her pussy tightened around the half of your cock that was in already.
"Rachel," you whispered as your right hand glided under her leg and lifted it higher, to create space.
A new angle.
"Carmen, what are—"
But the words died in her mouth, morphing into air as you slammed your entire length deep inside her.
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