Chapter 18- Sam
I showed up at Zane’s front door like I gave a fuck about some damn paperwork.
Truth was, I just wanted to see her. Touch her.
Hear her voice after three whole days of nothing.
You don’t let a man inside you like that and then go ghost. You don’t ride his dick like your life depends on it and act brand new by Monday. But she did.
Mark opened the door, and his eyes got wide seeing me.
I wanted to punch him in his smug-ass face.
“Sam, how are you? I didn’t know you were stopping by.
” I smiled. The fake one I wear when I’m about to do some shit I shouldn’t.
“Just came to follow up on that transfer request. The property rights. I won’t be able to meet you tomorrow, so I was hoping you’d have access to them.
Maybe you could print them out tonight, if that’s cool? ”
He said it like he didn’t mind, but I could see it in his eyes—he did. He turned and disappeared down the hall. I could hear pots being clanged around in the kitchen. They had one of those old- built homes with kitchen doors. I knew Zane would be behind the closed door.
I made my way there. She didn’t hear me when I walked in.
She was standing at the sink in a skirt that did nothing to hide how thick she still was.
Her ass was sittin’ right. It was irrational, but I was pissed she was even dressed like this around him.
That ass belonged to me, not him. She shouldn’t be in his house like this—not after what we did. Not after the way she moaned for me.
She jumped when she turned around and her eyes landed on me, wide as hell. “What are you doing here?” she sounded panicked. That made me smile, because the way I was feeling—she should be scared. “You really wasn’t gon’ call me?” I asked, low and tight. “I didn’t think I should.”
I stepped closer, close enough for her to feel the heat rollin’ off me.
“You let me bust inside you, but you didn’t think you should call?
” She frowned, stepping back. “You didn’t call me.
” “I didn’t even realize I didn’t have your number ‘til it was too late,” I said. “I kept checking my shit like a fool.”
I had no business being there. I had no reason to still be this mad—but I was.
All I knew was, I needed her. I needed her to feel me.
To remember what we were. She opened her mouth to explain, something about Mark’s parents or some weak-ass excuse.
I didn’t wanna hear it. I grabbed her by the hips and turned her around, cutting her off, bending her over the kitchen island.
I didn’t rush. I slid my hand up that skirt slow until my fingers met lace.
“What are you doing?” she whined. I could feel her heartbeat racing through her back.
She was scared—but not enough to move. Not enough to stop me.
I attempted to pull her panties down. She reached behind her, grabbing my hand. “Stop, Sam. He’s here.” “Step out of them,” I said, ignoring the way her grip tightened. “N-n-nooo, baby,” she stuttered. “I don’t care if he is or not. Now take ’em off. You want me to rip them?” “Yes—no—baby, please.”
I didn’t have time to be gentle. Not tonight.
She was pissing me off being indecisive, so I ripped them and stuffed them in my pocket.
I slid my fingers between her pussy lips and played with her clit slow.
“Tell me you missed me,” I said, voice sharp, “then swear you won’t go another day without calling or texting me.
” She moaned. Her hips trembled. “You missed me?” I said, sliding two fingers inside her. “Say it.”
She didn’t answer—but that pussy did. It opened up for me like it remembered how good I could make her feel.
Her legs damn near gave out when I slid two fingers inside of her.
She caught herself on the marble, breathing hard.
I splayed my free hand on her back, pressing her down.
Her ass lifted. I pushed my dick into her.
She was already soaking wet. Her thighs were warm, sticky, hungry.
I started stroking her slow. Deep. Pushing her shirt up, I watched her back muscles flex every time I hit her spot.
I wished I had more time. “You don’t call me, then let me fuck you raw in your husband’s house?
” I asked, gripping her hip. “You fucking disrespectful.” I taunted.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered.
I leaned in close, chest pressed to her back. “But you are.”
Her moans cracked off the walls. Her ass bounced back into me, rippling.
Her nails clutched the edge of the counter like she was scared she might scream.
She didn’t care. Not really. If she did, she would’ve made me stop.
But she wanted this just like I did. Needed it.
“I want you to cum on this dick,” I growled. “And I want him to hear you.”
Her pussy clamped down like it heard me loud and clear.
She choked out a cry, her body shaking. Her juices coated my dick and she was loud, messy for me.
“Don’t slow down on me because you got yours, better make me cum.
Your husband should be coming back.” I spread her ass cheeks and pushed deeper and stopped moving.
She started popping her ass, fucking me.
Look at you, getting aggressive with it.
You want this nut, fuck me harder. She sped up, winding her waist.
My nut crawled up my shaft like my soul was leaving and my spine tingled.
I nutted in her, one hand gripping her throat from the back, gritting my teeth, trying not to say her name out loud.
“Hey, babe?” Mark’s voice came from the other side of the door.
I hurried and pulled out of her, leaving my nut leaking onto their kitchen floor and pulled up my gym shorts, pulled her skirt down while she tried to catch her breath and wipe her face with the back of her hand.
She hurried to sit down. Her legs were visibly trembling.
I smirked as I took a few steps away from her.
Mark walked in, eyes going straight to her. “You good, babe? You look hot.” “She’s good,” I answered for her, walking over, grabbing the papers like they mattered. “Appreciate you for these. I’m heading out.”
I turned at the door just before leaving, added one more thing.
“Oh—and I hired your wife.” Mark blinked.
“Hired? When?” “This weekend? She didn’t tell you?
” I smirked. “She’s going to be helping me flip a couple houses.
Starting Monday. I expect her bright and early.
” I looked right at her. “That’s right, Zane, right?
” She nodded. “Yeah—right,” she stuttered, smoothing her hand over her thighs.
She looked like she was about to bust out crying.
“Bright and early Monday,” I repeated. “Wouldn’t want to have to come get you.
” I laughed. Then walked out like I didn’t just fuck his wife five feet from his face.
And I didn’t feel guilty. Not even a little.