
She was watching him again. He could feel her eyes setting his skin on fire. He didn’t bother trying to find her specific location. She would find him when she wanted him. He only hoped it would be soon. In the meantime, he tried to content himself with the eager little bitch grinding on him in the middle of the club. She was hinting that she’d go down on him, something he liked, but she was a little too…he couldn’t think of the word. He just knew she was too much of it. She was hard, brittle, and cold. Too blond…well, it wasn’t the blond that offended him. It was the falseness of her blond, the harsh brassiness. And those nails…like the claws of a beast wanting to devour and destroy. Nothing like her. SHE was warm. Warm and brown and liquid. He shivered and pushed the whore away from him, ignoring her angry reaction. He couldn’t wait any more. He slipped through the crowd and left the sweaty dance floor behind him. Amazingly, he found her at the bar. This is a sign. Tonight he wasn’t going to let her tease him from a distance. He was taking over. She didn’t see him coming so he walked right up to her and slid his arm around her waist. She gasped in surprise and looked up to see him staring down at her. She stared back, speechless. "Let’s go." For a split second she almost thought about telling him no. Or at the very least, pretending she had no idea what he was talking about. The extent of their interaction until now had consisted of making eyes at each other across the dance floor. And she’d controlled it from the very beginning, had enjoyed controlling it. How had he taken it from her? Didn’t matter, he had it now, and that was that. She stood up and put her hand in his. He took her to his car and they drove for a long time, neither saying a word. Finally, they pulled into a drive in a neighborhood she was unfamiliar with. A neighborhood filled with large, expensive-looking homes. "You know who I am?" he asked abruptly. She nodded and was about to introduce herself. His fingers covered her lips, silencing her, when she was about to speak her name. "Don’t tell me, I just want to call you ‘baby.’" She nodded and he removed his warm fingers from her mouth. Then, he opened the door, got out, and walked around to her side to let her out. He took her arm and with more haste then manners pulled her inside the door of the house. She was thinking some of that fire she’d seen in his eyes at the club had died down, but as soon as they entered his house he turned and shoved her up against the wall. She gasped at the demonstration of his strength and then again when she felt his arousal pressing into her belly. The fire was still there. She felt the fire move to her body as his lips dragged up and down her neck. She sighed and brought her arms up to pull him closer. His beard scraped softly over her skin and his teeth nipped carefully even as his hands moved roughly over her hips to pull her skirt up. He had his hand in her panties and slipped a finger into her center. "So wet, already?" He licked along her jaw from her chin to her ear. She squealed and bucked against him. "Okay, baby, okay. I’m not gonna leave you hanging." He took his hand away, ignoring her sharp whimper of protest. He had his pants shoved down past his hips and his hard cock was probing at her entrance when a shred of sanity percolated to the front of her brain. "Joey," she panted. "Condom." He reached down and fished clumsily through his pants pocket. He always had one with him…just in case. He growled in frustration when the foil package proved to be more than his one free hand could master. She chuckled at his dilemma and took the condom from him. "Let me." Gladly he let her take over. Quickly she opened the package and rolled the condom over his shaft. Then, she slipped two fingers into herself and pumped them in and out several times. Joey’s harsh breathing became more erratic as he watched her. When he couldn’t take it any more he grabbed her hand and helped her use her juices to lubricate his latex-covered dick. When that was done, Joey took each of her wrists and pinned them to the wall above her head. He spread her legs apart and maneuvered himself into position with his hips. She helped by wrapping one leg around his waist. And then… Slam! He was in and moving urgently. Each thrust more determined than the last to go so deep inside that she would feel him for days afterwards. He grunted as he thrust into her tight body. She gasped, she panted, she moaned. Her nipples tingled painfully as his chest rubbed against hers. As his hands moved from her hands to her upper arms she wrapped her other leg around his waist until she was locked around him. He’s strong enough to hold me up was her last rational thought. She squealed, she whimpered, she shouted. She squeezed her muscles tightly around him wanting to pull him in so deeply he’d never be able to back out. "Baby…I’m gonna come," he whispered harshly before plunging his tongue past her parted lips. His kiss was fierce and a little wild and she lost control of her body. She squeezed her inner muscles tightly around his cock, pulling and squeezing at him. Her head flew back breaking the kiss and she screamed his name. He continued to pound into her as she floated back down and collapsed limply onto him. She twitched randomly through aftershocks that rapidly started the build-up again. When Joey finally came, she went again and together, they slid down the wall to the floor. Forehead to forehead, they panted as beads of sweat ran down their faces. "Yeah, baby…" Joey sighed raggedly. "Yeah."
He groaned and muttered, "Sorry, baby. You made me so hot I forgot."