2. - – Micah
CHAPTER TWO
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MICAH
I swear I can see birds circling my head as I blink my eyes open. A slow throb thumps against the top half of my face as I come back to the living. Scanning the room, I see I’m alone.
“Scarlett?” I call out and sit up slowly. All I remember is this goddess of a woman’s pussy strangling my cock, then darkness. I got a quick flash of her gorgeous tits before everything went black.
Stumbling out of bed, I rifle through my dresser and pull out a pair of grey sweats. I tug them on and step out of my room. The bathroom light is off, and I stride out to the main area.
“Scarlett?” I say a little louder as I dig through my freezer. My eyes ache as if a bruise is forming, and I grab a bag of frozen peas.
I glance at the front door and see her shoes are gone. “Fuck!” Racing out of my apartment, I skip the elevator and sprint down 5 flights of stairs.
Honestly, I don’t give a fuck if I look like a crazy man, half naked with a bag of vegetables on my face. When you meet a woman like her, you don’t let them go that easily.
As I crash through the main door of my building, I catch a glimpse of auburn hair as a cab pulls away. “Damn it.”
I take the elevator back up, ignoring the looks from the residents waiting to go down. My door is still wide open, but no one in their right mind would try to steal from my place. Everyone on this floor knows what I do for work.
Not only am I a trainer, but I’m also a professional fighter. Unless someone wants their clock ticked, they’ll be wise to stay away.
I lock the door once I enter and stroll to my bedroom. Grabbing my phone, I try to call her, but get an automated voice telling me this number can not be reached. I flick to the dating app and search for her profile, but she’s gone. As if she didn’t even exist.
“Well damn. Knock a man out, then block.” I say with a chuckle.
I’m sure she’s mortified, but I find it kind of cute. Not only is she beautiful, smart, and amazing company. The girl is packing two cannonballs and can wipe out an enemy with one smack.
When I’m done working tomorrow, I’ll use the gym phone to call her. Just to let her know I’m not upset. Hopefully, she’ll answer.
Is that creepy? Calling a girl from a different number after being blocked?
I switch the bag of peas to my other eye and plop down on my bed. My clothes are still scattered around the floor, and I see her cardigan strung across my table lamp.
“Well, that would be an excuse enough to call her.” I mumble to myself.
I scan the floor and catch a peek of black lace sticking out from under my jeans. My heart nearly beats out of my chest as I bend down and scoop it up. Scarlett’s thong, still damp from her glorious pussy.
My hand moves on its own accord, and I bring the fabric to my nose. The second I inhale her delicious scent, my cock snaps back to full hardness and I groan. I won’t lie, I’m a bit of a pervert.
Aside from my panty sniffing fetish, I also have a feeding kink. I love to watch a woman eat, to cook for her and give her body the sustenance it needs. My cock almost blew a load at the restaurant.
Scarlett was going to order a salad, but I urged her to get the steak and fully loaded baked potato. I could see her insecurities all over her face.
Men nowadays don’t appreciate a woman with curves. To me, it’s a challenge to lift more at the gym. Just so I can fuck her against the wall.
I push the hem of my sweatpants down and release my throbbing length. Curling my fingers around my base, I stroke with a vengeance. My lips seal around the cloth that was pressed against her pussy and I suck.