His groans were soft and deep in his throat, barely audible to my ears.
Kissing him around his groin, I held him firmly in my hand, alternating squeezing and releasing him. I dipped my head lower, licking, and then massaging his balls with my tongue, the soft hairs tickling my lips.
Licking the underside of his penis again, I created a wet patch and then blew on it. Kent instantly jerked in my hand. I knew he had been trying to exert control, but I literally and figuratively had him in the palm of my hand. He was no longer staying still but jerking towards my mouth.
I felt Kent’s fingers in my hair. He jerked my head, causing tears to sting my eyes.
Slowly I lowered my mouth onto the tip of his dick while pushing myself onto my knees. Swirling my tongue around the head and flicking his frenulum back and forth, I inserted a finger into my pussy. Moaning around his dick, I continued lowering my head, taking all of him to the back of my throat.
Working my hips in circular motions, I stuck another finger inside of me, enjoying the way I made myself feel. Twisting my hand backward, I worked my g-spot, while sucking his dick vigorously.
Kent’s hands in my hair pushing my head down forced me to speed up. His hips swiveled, and the way he was growing inside of my mouth, I knew he was right at the edge of an orgasm. Increasing my sucking and force on his dick made me pick up the speed inside my pussy. I rocked, willing myself to another orgasm, ready to cum with him.
Hot, salty semen shot from his dick, filling my mouth to overflowing. Slowly I drunk from his well, swallowing his seed as tears leaked from my eyes. My pussy convulsed around my fingers as my slickness grew with my tumultuous orgasm.
CHAPTER 19 – KENT
I don’t know what the fuck she thought! I wasn’t playing with her ass, and I was about to show her. Three and a half weeks. That’s how long it had been since our vineyard date, but it had been almost two weeks since I’d seen her.
Eyes laser-focused on the traffic signal, my Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano went from zero to 60 in less than three seconds. I could get this girl up to a top speed of 208. And I was damn tempted to do just that.
Panic Attack blasted through my speakers. And for the first time since I’d ever heard the song, I could relate to the lyrics The Glorious Sons were singing. Before, I’d vibed to the music. But now I felt every word they chanted, and I was pissed.
This wasn’t my reality.
A glance at the time showed me I had less than two minutes to make it to Madison before she left the studio.
She had been ignoring my phone calls for the last four days. Brief text messages to tell me she was busy working on a new routine for a new performance was all that I got.
What. The. Entire. Fuck!
Who did she think I was? I didn’t do this shit. Chasing after females, worried about what else they were doing, or who they might be fucking.
But Madison had my fucking head spinning. We’d spent a lot of time together, and she was suddenly backing away.
I’d just finished a meeting with a couple of investors and called her to see if she had dinner plans.
Finally, she had answered the phone.
Just long enough to murmur that she couldn’t talk, and to mutter to someone in the background, “Oh, it’s just a friend. Give me a sec; I’m coming.”
My blood boiled inside. Rage rushed through my veins like a shot of heroin. I was high on anger.
As I approached her studio, my eyes scanned the street, confirming no other cars were coming. Within seconds I’d spun around and parallel parked my car.
Just before I’d shut the music or engine off, Madison stepped through the double doors with some guy by her side. They both wore leotards, but he had jogging pants on over his, and she wore ripped jeans.
Seeing her laughing and smiling like that, with her head tossed back, was driving me insane. Who the fuck was this dude?
Why was he making my girl smile like that when I couldn’t get the time of day from her?
A frown dipped between her eyebrows, and she said something to the man, whose eyes were on me. Hopping out of the car, I walked around to the sidewalk to meet her.
The man began walking down the sidewalk, looking over his shoulder at me repeatedly.
“KB, what’re you doing here?”
“Question is, why shouldn’t I be?”
She glanced away from me for a moment.
“What, Mads?”
She shook her head, folding her arms over her chest in a protective manner as though she needed to shield herself from me.
“Mads?”
“I thought we needed some space. Things were getting too serious,” Madison muttered.
My eyebrows lifted. Shaking my head, I laughed under my breath before I folded my arms over my chest.
“What part of ‘you’re mine’ did you not understand? What the hell does ‘things were getting too serious,’ even mean, Mads?”
“I just...I don’t know, KB. Sometimes, I get frightened about the way you make me feel. I can’t pick up the pieces and walk on with my life like those other girls do. That’s not in my blood. That’s not who you are to me, or what you mean to me. Losing you would be like losing my world. And you’re just...so fucking careless, KB. You don’t care about your actions and what they mean to others,” Madison said on a deep exhale.
“I don’t fucking care, Mads? I don’t care? It’s you that’s running around trying to keep our relationship a secret from the world. You’re the one that’s ashamed of letting the world know we’re together when all I want to do is brand your name on me and mine on you,” I hollered.
She laughed. “See, that’s what I’m talking about. Why the hell would I do something like that, KB, knowing in a few months if not sooner you’ll be gone on to the next victim? Tell the world I belong to you and you to me, so what? My family can say they told me so in the end? No thanks, I can do without that type of heartache,” she argued.
All I saw was red. I wasn’t angry at Madison, but me. It was my behavior that had created this problem in our relationship. I’d never given her reason to have faith in me, to trust me, or believe what I said. And that’s what hurt the most that she didn’t have confidence in me.
My best friend didn’t have faith in me.
I walked away and headed back to the driver’s side, but she’d hopped into the passenger seat before I could get inside. She tossed her bag in the back seat.
“KB, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way,” she said, resting a hand on my arm.
I shook her hand off me. “Just...go, Mads. Go on with whoever the fuck you were hee-heeing and ha-haing it up with back there.”
“Wait. Please don’t say you’re jealous of Kurt. He’s not into me. Or any other woman as far as that goes,” she said, laughing.
I turned to face her. My expression dead serious, because I didn’t see a damned thing funny.
“I don’t want to hear that, Mads. I call my woman, and she doesn’t answer for days. And when she finally does, I hear her tell someone I’m just a friend. I don’t know how the fuck to feel about that.”
She inhaled deeply, nodding her head.
“I can see why you’d feel that way.”
Gripping the steering wheel with my hands, I tried to calm the rushing sound in my head.
“Drive.”
“What?” I said, turning to her.
“Just drive. It always calms you down when you’re angry. Drive. And we can talk later,” Madison said, pulling her seatbelt across her lap and shoulders.
I fastened my seatbelt, hit the ignition, and turned my Coldplay playlist on again.
I let the smooth tunes of Magic pour over me, not bothering to pay attention to where I was going. The car pretty much directed herself, showing me where to turn, how fast to go, where to exit.
At some point, I’d calmed down. Pulling over to the side of a long country back road with nothing but green grass on both sides, I placed the car in park. We had been drivi
ng for over an hour to a destination I was very familiar with.
My father had purchased this property a long time ago with the intent of building a home, but he never did.
Turning off the ignition, I shifted my seat backward.
“What?” she asked, looking around.
“Take your jeans off.”
“What?”
“Take your jeans off,” I repeated in a calm, cool voice.
“You want to fuck? Here, in the middle of nowhere?”
I pulled my hand down my face. I was not speaking a word because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do.
But when she obeyed, I found my voice again.
“Unsnap your leotard and remove your panties.”
“KB, you’re extra,” she said with a huff as she reached between her legs to do what I asked. “Where are we anyway? You’ve got me in the backwoods of Georgia.”
“Don’t worry. This is a remote rural area, baby. I’m very familiar with it. There’s a couple of farms a few miles down the road, but this place rarely gets traffic. My father owns most of this property around here.”
I pushed the car door open and got out, walking around to her side.
Pulling the door open, I said, “Get out.”
“Wait. What’s going on?”
“Get out,” I replied.
Seeing the look of apprehension and confusion in her eyes pissed me off.
“I’d never do anything to hurt you, Mads. But the fact I have to tell you that shit pisses me off,” I grunted.
She stepped from the car, the ends of her leotard flapping in the light breeze. Taking her hand, I led her to the front of the car and pressed her hands on the hood.
When she looked at me over her shoulder, the apprehension was gone, but the confusion remained.
“Bend over. Stick your ass out,” I said.
Madison did as I said, shaking her head.
My hand smoothed the curve of her ass, relishing the soft feel, scooping down to bask in the heat she emanated.
She groaned, pushing back against my hand just as I removed it.
Smack.
“Shit! What the—”
Smack.
“Kent!”
Smack.
“Oww, that shit hurts!”
Smack.
“Stop that shit,” she cried out, trying to turn away. I held her waist firmly in place, preventing her from moving away.
Smack.
“Motherfucker!”
Only a whimper from her this time, but I could tell she was warming up to it because she stuck her ass out again.
I flattened the palm of my hand and stretched my fingers wide.
Smack.
“Ohhh, fuck!” she hissed.
Smack.
This time I got a handful of ass and stroked her cunt with the tips of my fingers.
Smack.
She lay her upper body on the hood of my car, embracing her head with her arms.
Smack.
The beads of moisture from her juices were growing.
Smack.
As dark as her ass was, I could see she was starting to turn colors from where I’d been spanking her ass. I didn’t want that.
Smack.
Her ass cheeks spread.
I tugged at my sweatpants and pulled my cock out, rubbing my hand up and down my length. Drawing nearer to Madison, I pulled her away from the car just enough to arch her back.
Sliding inside of her slit, I reveled in her moist heat. That was all for me. Shit!
Just the thought she would get this wet for me drove me crazy. It was a heady sensation like none I’d experienced before. The most expensive alcohol, nor the best Sativa, could make me feel this way.
My hands held her hips tightly as I eased in and out of her.
“Shit, my pussy feels so good, Mads,” I growled.
It had been over almost two weeks since I’d been inside of my girl.
All I could hear from her was the slight sounds of her heavy breathing.
“I’m gonna spank your ass every time you’re a bad girl. Do you hear me, Mads?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she whimpered.
“But I promise, to make it feel better afterward,” I moaned, leaning over her body.
Her hips worked in circular motions, picking up speed as she eased into the groove of her and me.
I couldn’t explain it. Shit with Mads, and I had never been simple. And I didn’t think they ever would be. But that’s what made us work. That’s what made us good.
My hand moved to the front of her, rubbing her clitoris.
“Aww, fuck, baby. You feel so good.”
“Give me all that dick, KB!” she begged.
I pulled out, turning her around to face me. Grabbing her chin with my hand, I pulled her face towards me. Crushing my lips to hers, I searched for her tongue.
Sucking on it, I tried to swallow that motherfucker. The fire she built in me was untamable. I felt like I’d spontaneously combust in a minute. No matter how much she gave, I wanted more.
My hands slipped around her waist, and I hoisted her onto the hood of my car.
Madison’s eyes grew wide with disbelief because she knew how I was about my car.
Spreading her legs wide with one hand, I pushed against her breasts with my other, forcing her to lie back.
My mouth found its way to the nutrients my body needed, as I closed over her vulva. I sucked that bitch like it was my life source.
Madison found her way back onto her elbows, her heavily lidded gaze watching me, thick, full lips parted.
Flicking my tongue in and out of her, I winked, teasing her.
“Suck that bitch, KB! Suck her like you own her!”
My lips moved to her clitoris, sucking at it, getting fucking turned on by the slurping noises I was making. My dick needed to get back inside of her. I had to make this quick, or she’d be out of luck.
“Ohh, fuck, KB!”
My head moved back and forth at a rapid pace as I tried to drink all her nectar, consuming all her juice to satiate my voracious appetite. Her ass and hips pushed down as she worked to give me what she knew I needed.
“Fuck, KB! I’m gonna cum,” she moaned.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me,” I pleaded, sticking my finger into her asshole.
“Aiiggh, sheeitt!” she hollered as she squirted all over my tongue.
A pickup truck drove by, slowly—the old, ornery looking driver honking at us.
Looking up at his scowling face, I snarled at him. “Get the fuck on!”
Madison’s eyes went wide with fear, but she had no time to respond before I slid her off my car and spun her around.
Sticking my dick in her again, I pumped and worked hard to get to the finish line. I knew her juices would be all over my car. But I didn’t give a fuck. The only thing I cared about at this moment was her warm, wet slit clenching all around my cock.
My baby worked with me, pushing back, giving what she was getting. She knew it drove me crazy when she synced her movements to mine like that.
“Fuck yeah!” she screamed as I released my hot seed inside of her.
CHAPTER 20 – MADISON
“What do you mean we’ll have to find someplace else to go? The center is all this community has! There’s no place within ten miles of here that the children could get services. I mean, most of them have to walk here. They don’t have transportation to a center, Ed!”
The tall, bald man shrugged his shoulders. Frowning, he pulled his hand down his beard and sat back down in the chair again. He’d begun pacing when he delivered the news to me.
“I know that, and you know that Madison, but unfortunately, the owner of this facility doesn’t care. He’s found an easy way to get it off his hands, and that’s his primary concern. Says it’s an eyesore anyway, and he wants to get rid of the headache and the complaints,” Edwin explained.
Edwin was the center director for the Tara G. Dodd Southwest recreation facility
. The rec center was built in 2007 in memoriam of a teen killed in a drive-by shooting on her way home from school. The community realized there was no place for the community kids to go.
Someone had gotten the ear of a large investor who built the center. But the owner no longer wanted any parts of it.
“What are we gonna do, Ed?”
He sighed, clasping his hands together.
“I’m not sure there is anything we can do. I’ve reached out to everyone I know with pull and power, and my connections have failed to come through. I’m out of ideas. Madison, the people in the community, don’t even care as much as we do. Besides, the schools have after school programs for the kids to attend. It’s not like they don’t have a place to go. There’s a safe place for them at the school until six-thirty every evening,” Edwin explained.
“Yeah, but what about after that? Or what about the weekends? These kids need someplace to go. Besides, they can’t get dancing, art, or self-defense lessons at the after school program,” I countered.
“I know, but the best we can do is see if there’s a way for us to get those programs into the schools. Even if they renew the grants, we’d have to be able to provide proof of a location to host them. Without that, we’ve got nothing, Madison. I appreciate the time you’ve invested in this community...this center and these kids, but we’ve got one month, and our time is up. So, we need to start preparing these families.”
“What are you gonna do, Ed?”
He sighed; a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes broke the tight planes of his mahogany face.
“Well, I’ve been putting out my resume, and I met with a head hunter today. So, I’m keeping my options open, and I’m praying everything will come through right on time,” Edwin stated.
“We’ve already prepared fliers to pass out to the parents,” Edwin explained.
“Some parents might never see the paper,” I said.
He nodded his head in concession. “I know. But all we can do is give it our best.”
“Yeah. Our best,” I said, my thoughts transitioning to other things.
“Hey, thanks for the tickets to your performance this weekend. My wife and I will be there. She’s excited about it.”
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