Chapter 3
Patch
Stupid girl. Does she not realize she’s bringing a killer into her bed? Does she not care? Hell no, she doesn’t. She’s drunk off her pretty little ass and horny as hell. I should be a better man and walk away, but I can’t. I need a fucking release after the night I’ve had.
So instead of leaving, I put her ass on the back of my bike and drove back to her place. What I didn’t plan on was another fight.
“Who the hell is this?” The man snaps as he looks me up and down.
Oh, I’m not the one to look at like that.
I run my hand over my face, feeling the anger as it creeps up inside me.
I fight it back down because this isn’t the time or the place.
I’m here for a sweet little piece of ass, and that’s it.
“Why are you here, Alan?” Anika snaps.
“You’re mine. I live here,” he says, looking at her like she’s grown two heads.
“I kicked you out, asshole. You don’t live here anymore,” she argues.
“I’m gonna go,” I tell her, not at all interested in this bullshit. I came to fuck, not deal with this little pansy ass shithead.
“No, you’re not. We had a deal,” she snaps at me. I nod my head, not one to back out of a deal before.
“No, he’s leaving,” Alan tells her.
“He’s not. You are.” With that, she grabs my hand and tugs me toward the door. Alan seethes with anger, and all I can do is smirk at him. Yeah, I’m going to be balls deep inside your girl tonight. She’s going to be screaming my name, not yours.
Anika manages to get the door open, and we step inside, all the while Alan screams at the top of his lungs.
“Your boy is gonna have a heart attack and wake the fuckin’ neighborhood.”
“They’re used to him screaming like a bitch,” she says, ignoring him. I chuckle at her words.
“He always like this?”
“He’s an abusive asshole who can’t take no for an answer. I threw him out,” she says as she walks to the small kitchen and grabs two beers. I watch her pop the tops before walking over and passing me one.
“Abusive?”
“He hit me. A few times. The first few I let slide, but then I stood up for myself.”
“Good. Never let a man hurt you like that,” I tell her. What the hell am I doing? Giving her relationship advice?
“I won’t do that again.” I watch as she takes a long pull from her bottle before turning her glossy eyes on me.
I smirk, knowing exactly what she wants, and I plan on giving it to her.
I take a long pull from my own beer before setting it on the table.
Then I stroll over and sit on her couch, eyeing her like a piece of fucking meat.
“Strip,” I demand. She bats her lashes but doesn’t make a move to take her clothes off.
“My way, remember?” she nods her head as I pull my cut off and lay it on the couch next to me.
Then I pull my shirt over my head, and her eyes zero in on my muscles.
It takes her a minute to look me over before she slowly pulls her shirt over her head.
I shift, pulling my jeans and boxers down, letting my hard cock free.
She eyes it, licking her lips before moving to her skirt.
I watch as she slowly pulls it down her legs before stepping out of it.
I grab a condom from my jeans and rip it open, rolling it down my length as she stands on unsteady legs. She’s already kicked her shoes off and now stands in nothing but a bra and her panties.
“Take it all off,” I tell her. She looks down at herself before slowly unhooking her bra and slipping it down her arms. My cock hardens just watching her strip. Then she moves to her panties, and my mouth begins to water.
“How’s that?” she asks, not shy at all about being naked in front of me.
“Perfect. Come here,” I tell her. She walks toward me, and when she’s close enough, I pull her into my lap. My cock leaps, feeling her this close.
“You’re gonna ride me,” I tell her. I see her cheeks turn pink, and she slowly shakes her head.
“I’m not good at that,” she confesses softly.
“Who said?”
“My ex.”
“He’s an idiot. Climb up, Train Wreck. You’re gonna scream for me.” She smirks at her new nickname before straddling my lap. With her feet planted on either side of me, she grabs my cock and slowly lowers herself down my length. I groan at the feeling of her. She’s so fucking tight.
When she’s fully seated on me, I raise my hips a little to give her a good feel. She moans, her eyes rolling back, before I slap her ass hard.
“Ride me,” I demand. She starts slow, moving her hips as if she doesn’t think she can do it. That’s when I slap her ass once more. She picks up her pace, and before I know it, she’s riding me like a goddamn professional bullrider at a rodeo.
She rolls her hips, taking me deep inside her as I groan.
My hand slips up her body until it is wrapped around her throat.
Her eyes widen, but I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth, biting down to get a reaction.
And I get one too. Her pussy clenches around me, and I growl with pleasure.
It’s been a long time since I’ve let a woman take charge, but I had a feeling she needed it this way.
Anika bounces on my cock before she stops and looks down at me.
“What’s your name?”
“They call me Patch.” She smiles and leans in, kissing me hard and roughly.
I shove my tongue into her mouth and take her the way I’ve been thinking of all night.
I raise my hips and move my hands to hers.
I hold her tight, in a bruising manner, as I thrust up into her.
Just when I think she’s on the edge of coming, I pull her off me and toss her onto the couch.
She looks up at me with unsatisfied eyes as I stand and motion for her to move.
“Bend over the couch,” I tell her. She does as she’s told, her ass in the air for me. I run my hands over it, sliding a finger between her cheeks before finding her soaked pussy. Then I line up and slide back into it in one rough thrust. My name leaves her lips as I take her hard and fast.
“Patch! Fuck!”
“Yeah, baby. Make the neighbors jealous,” I tell her as I take her even harder.
Her body bounces off me, and all I can think about is getting deeper.
I want more. I need more. So I take it. I grip her hips harder, no doubt leaving my mark on her as I fuck her into the couch.
Her screams get louder until I can’t take any more.
Her pussy clenches and pulls until there’s nothing left for me to do but let go and release.
And I do. I growl as I come inside her, her pussy milking me for all I have.
She spasms and tugs, and I feel like I’m slowly losing my mind.
I’ve never felt anything quite like this, and I don’t know that I want to let it go just yet.
When we’re both calming down and catching our breath, I pull out of her, and she falls to the couch. I sit down next to her and pull the condom off, setting it on her coffee table.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“We ain’t done yet,” I tell her.
“What? You can go again after that?”
“Give me a few minutes, and yeah,” I admit. I’m not done with her yet. I have yet to taste her pussy on my tongue. I’ve yet to make her scream enough that the neighbors need a cigarette. Hell no, I’m not done.