her hips and drive into her ruthlessly from underneath. I pull one of her nipples into my mouth and bite down harshly, causing her to cry out in pleasure as one hand makes contact with the cheek of her exposed ass.
“Is this what you need, Callie?” I ask her, still pounding into her hard from below.
“Yes!” she moans against my lips, still caging me with her arms but giving me the control I crave.
“Good girl,” I hum against her lips. “You gonna give me what I want, baby?”
“Yes baby!”
Spanking her again sharply, she gasps, clenching tighter as I slam my mouth against hers, bruising her lips. As her wetness pours over me, I fill her and watch her eyes flutter slightly in pleasure as I swallow her moans. Almost immediately, her eyes open and stare into mine as we slow our movements.
She lowers her head to my shoulder and runs her mouth over my neck, both of us panting and slick with sweat. I run my finger between the cheeks of her ass, slowly massaging and pulling soft sighs from her as her tongue runs over my skin.
“You ready to go home, babe?” I ask, breaking the silence.
“No,” she whispers. “I want to stay just like this.”
“Me too, baby, but we can’t live in the car,” I chuckle. “Especially not in front of the movie theater.”
“Okay,” she sighs, slowly sitting up and climbing off of me.
She lazily pulls her shorts back up her legs, not bothering to button them as she reclines slightly in the seat. By the time we make it to the apartment, she’s already asleep in the seat beside me.
Lifting her from her seat, I carry her up the steps and lay her on the couch, watching her settle against the cushions with a small sigh.
After rummaging through the refrigerator and realizing we have nothing to eat, I let out a sigh and grab my keys.
“Babe,” I whisper into her hair, running my hand over her stomach. “I’m going to the store, I’ll be right back.”
“Okay, baby,” she sighs. “Love you.”
“I love you, too,” I say, kissing her gently on the forehead before leaving her.
I’m only gone for about an hour when I come back to find the couch empty and hear the water running in the bathroom. As I put the groceries I’ve just bought away, I hear a faint but very familiar chirp coming from her bedroom that halts all my movement.
Pushing the door to the refrigerator closed, I follow the noise, silently hoping it’s not what I think. When I pull her nightstand open, though, I can’t help but feel the color drain from my face.
I pick her work phone up, not only pissed that it’s still in here, still on, but that people are still sending her fucking messages.
She told me she was quitting. She said she was putting this shit behind her.
I’m struggling to gain control over my jealousy, to make sense of why she’d keep this from me, when the fucker chirps again in my hand. Glancing down at it, I see a name I recognize. Callie herself admitted more than once he was her favorite client.
Until tomorrow, Mistress -Keegan
“ God, he’s a great fuck… Not to mention, he’s hot as hell ,” her words echo in my mind.
And just like that, something inside me snaps.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Jealous Boyfriend
I find her in the shower, water running over her perfect body and instantly making me hard. Knowing I need to keep a clear head, I try in vain to shake the thought of sinking my cock inside her as I yank the curtain open.
“Hey baby,” she smiles, clutching her chest in surprise. “You scared me. You coming in?”
“What the fuck is this?” I ask her, holding her phone up and skipping the pleasantries, going straight in for the kill.
I don’t do bullshit and she knows it better than anyone.
“My work phone,” she says, shrugging as she reaches for the shampoo and lathers it into her hair.
“I know that, Callie,” I sigh irritably as I watch the suds slide down her tight body. “Why do you still have it? More importantly, why is it still
“Is this what you need, Callie?” I ask her, still pounding into her hard from below.
“Yes!” she moans against my lips, still caging me with her arms but giving me the control I crave.
“Good girl,” I hum against her lips. “You gonna give me what I want, baby?”
“Yes baby!”
Spanking her again sharply, she gasps, clenching tighter as I slam my mouth against hers, bruising her lips. As her wetness pours over me, I fill her and watch her eyes flutter slightly in pleasure as I swallow her moans. Almost immediately, her eyes open and stare into mine as we slow our movements.
She lowers her head to my shoulder and runs her mouth over my neck, both of us panting and slick with sweat. I run my finger between the cheeks of her ass, slowly massaging and pulling soft sighs from her as her tongue runs over my skin.
“You ready to go home, babe?” I ask, breaking the silence.
“No,” she whispers. “I want to stay just like this.”
“Me too, baby, but we can’t live in the car,” I chuckle. “Especially not in front of the movie theater.”
“Okay,” she sighs, slowly sitting up and climbing off of me.
She lazily pulls her shorts back up her legs, not bothering to button them as she reclines slightly in the seat. By the time we make it to the apartment, she’s already asleep in the seat beside me.
Lifting her from her seat, I carry her up the steps and lay her on the couch, watching her settle against the cushions with a small sigh.
After rummaging through the refrigerator and realizing we have nothing to eat, I let out a sigh and grab my keys.
“Babe,” I whisper into her hair, running my hand over her stomach. “I’m going to the store, I’ll be right back.”
“Okay, baby,” she sighs. “Love you.”
“I love you, too,” I say, kissing her gently on the forehead before leaving her.
I’m only gone for about an hour when I come back to find the couch empty and hear the water running in the bathroom. As I put the groceries I’ve just bought away, I hear a faint but very familiar chirp coming from her bedroom that halts all my movement.
Pushing the door to the refrigerator closed, I follow the noise, silently hoping it’s not what I think. When I pull her nightstand open, though, I can’t help but feel the color drain from my face.
I pick her work phone up, not only pissed that it’s still in here, still on, but that people are still sending her fucking messages.
She told me she was quitting. She said she was putting this shit behind her.
I’m struggling to gain control over my jealousy, to make sense of why she’d keep this from me, when the fucker chirps again in my hand. Glancing down at it, I see a name I recognize. Callie herself admitted more than once he was her favorite client.
Until tomorrow, Mistress -Keegan
“ God, he’s a great fuck… Not to mention, he’s hot as hell ,” her words echo in my mind.
And just like that, something inside me snaps.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Jealous Boyfriend
I find her in the shower, water running over her perfect body and instantly making me hard. Knowing I need to keep a clear head, I try in vain to shake the thought of sinking my cock inside her as I yank the curtain open.
“Hey baby,” she smiles, clutching her chest in surprise. “You scared me. You coming in?”
“What the fuck is this?” I ask her, holding her phone up and skipping the pleasantries, going straight in for the kill.
I don’t do bullshit and she knows it better than anyone.
“My work phone,” she says, shrugging as she reaches for the shampoo and lathers it into her hair.
“I know that, Callie,” I sigh irritably as I watch the suds slide down her tight body. “Why do you still have it? More importantly, why is it still
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