Looks like I got here just in time. Play date’s leaving. That sounds fucking awful. At least the parents aren’t outnumbered. Two women, two kids, it can’t be that bad. The little girl shrieks as her mother tries to buckle her in. She’s got a voice on her! I wince at the ringing in my ears. I guess it can be that bad.

At least my doll has a boy. Boys have gotta be easier than girls. I scowl watching the car leave. What the fuck am I even thinking about this shit for? I just came to check on my doll and make a few things clear.

She’s mine now.

I guess that’s only one thing, but still. I need her to agree to that. And then I can play with Becca and see just how rough my doll likes it. I palm my dick, thinking about that ass. Fuck yeah, I’m definitely getting in there tonight. Women don’t usually get to me, but this one has. I gotta fuck her out of my system, and she’s definitely down to fuck.

I walk up the sidewalk to her house and stand next to a car, pretending to look at my phone. I’ve never stalked a person before. That’s not what I do. I know a guy to call if I need someone found. But I’m feeling a little awkward at the moment. She kicked my ass out a few hours ago; she’s probably giving her son a bath, or reading stories, or just fucking watching Rugrats with him. I don’t fucking know. I’m not going to knock.

Fuck that.

I grimace, not knowing what to do. I always have a plan of some sort. But I’m flying by the seat of my pants over this broad. When she puts the kid to bed, that’s the time to pay her a visit. But I don’t know his bedtime. I don’t know any of that shit. I run my hand down my face. Am I really going to creep around her house to figure out if she’s putting him down for bed? I think about knocking on the door and imagine her standing there with the little guy on her hip. Yeah, I’m gonna fucking peek. I need to take a look and see what’s going on in there. I'm not into playing Connect Four with the little guy. Not when all I want is to get some pussy. She's really gotten under my skin. I need to fuck this broad out of my system.  

I walk to the backyard. No fence, so that's easy enough.  I slink around the corner of the house. I'm probably looking conspicuous as fuck, but I can't fucking help that. I don't think anyone saw me though. It's pretty dark, but I stay in the shadows. 

She's got a nice deck. Real fucking nice. A sunken hot tub, although the cover is carpeted in leaves from the oak trees lining her property.  They look like they've been there for a year.

There's a giant trampoline in the back that's covered with netting. I huff a laugh. 

She seems cautious.  Protective.  I like that, but she also seems uptight. Except when it comes to fucking. 

My chest rumbles with approval, and I have to readjust my hardening dick. I have to admit she brings out a virile side of me. A primitive need I don't think I've ever felt before. I fucking love it. I’m not sure how long it will last, but I'm sure as fuck going to enjoy it while I can.  

The stairs to the deck are on either side - not smart.  Anyone could sneak onto her deck and get to the glass sliding doors to her kitchen easy. Someone like me.  I keep my steps even and stay quiet as I move up the stairs.  I take a peek inside. I don't want to startle my doll, I just wanna see if the coast is clear. 

Her kitchen is pristine. Other than a pizza box sitting on the blue speckled marble counter, there's nothing out of place. Steel pots hang above a massive island.  Her gas stove is large enough to cook for a dozen people, easy.  This woman is serious about her cooking. That reminds me about her restaurant.  I'll have to head over tomorrow and check it out.  I was too busy today at the office. I cringe, remembering how a jerk-off tried to convince me he needed more time.  What he needed to do was stop wasting his wife's hard-earned money on gambling. That's what he needed to do. I'm sure he won't be doing that shit anymore. Not after today.

I take a few steps in front of the glass.  I can see the living room from the kitchen, and there are stairs on the right that lead downstairs.  

I can't hear or see either of them though. I look at the handle to the glass door and wonder if she'd leave it open.  She better not.  She seems too smart for that.  I take a tug and sure enough, it's locked. 

Good girl.

I press my ear to the door, but I still can't hear a damn thing. 

I almost leave, but then I see her. I stand perfectly still. I can't even fucking breathe. 

What the fuck am I doing?  It hits me this very second that I'm gonna look like a psychopath if she sees me.  I push my grin down, afraid even that will alert her to my presence. She’s making me fucking crazy. But I fucking love it. I never have to work this hard for anything.

A broad smile appears on her face as she raises her hand and wags her finger. Her eyebrows raise, and I can clearly understand the mouthed word “bedtime” as she disappears from view.

Fuck yeah it is. Time for me to take her to bed. As soon as she’s presumably gone back to her son’s room, I sneak back around to the front and wait on the doorstep. I immediately send a text.

I want you right now. – Dom

I know I’m gonna need to wait a minute while she puts her son to bed. I’m not a very patient man though. I lean against the wall of her front porch and frown at the text. I shouldn’t have added Dom. She’s already got my number programmed in her phone. I should know, since I put it in there. I roll my shoulders and crack my neck before crossing my arms over my broad chest. Any minute now. I look down, waiting for the delivered text to be seen.

What the fuck is wrong with me? She’s got me all tied up over her. I shake my head at the thought, feeling like a little bitch. This isn’t me. I don’t sneak out to women’s houses and second-guess my text messages. Fuck no! I send them a text, and they come running to me. What is it about this broad that has me wrapped around her little finger? Just as I push off the wall and consider leaving, my phone beeps.

I shouldn’t. I’m sorry.

I stare at the text. That’s interesting. She doesn’t want her dirty little secret anymore? No, that’s not it. She wants me. I fucking know she wants me. Before I can respond though, another text comes through.I really can’t. I’m sorry for earlier.

Sorry for earlier? What the hell does that mean? For kicking my ass out the second she came on my dick? That better be what she meant. I think about how to tell her she’s going to be apologizing for that shit on her knees while she chokes on my cock, but she sends another text.

We just aren’t good for each other.

I know it’s just sex to you, but I can’t do that.

It’s just that I’ve just lost my husband.

Well… you already know that.

This broad really doesn’t care about excessive text messages. I run my hand down my face. What the hell am I doing?

I don’t mean that as a bad thing – it's just too soon.

I finally message her back before she can continue this one-sided conversation.

Stop overthinking it. I wanna fuck. Now.

She responds immediately:

I’m sorry, I can’t.

I smirk at the phone. The fuck she can’t. She was pretty quiet earlier. We won’t wake up her son. I’ll just cover her mouth while she cums.

Yes, you can.

I didn’t come all this way not to get laid. And I want that ass. I decide to make it easy on her.

I’m here. Come let me in.

I’m not taking no for an answer. She’s obviously uptight, used to being in her own little world. And I’m not the type of guy she usually dates. That’s fine. I don’t mind. She’s not my usual type either. But this is just sex. Hot sex. I palm my erection. I want it. She wants it. She’s just got to get out of her own head.

I grin at her as she opens the door. She must’ve changed after putting her son to bed. She’s wearing a robe now. Black cotton. It's simple and ends at her knees. She’s clutching it to her chest as she opens the door for me to come in.

“What are you doing here, Dom?” I don’t like her tone.

“I told you, I want you.”

She bites her lip and closes the door as I stand in her living room. I take a good look at her. Her makeup’s been removed, and she looks tired as hell. Still fucking beautiful, even more so. She doesn’t wear a lot of makeup, not that I remember, but without it her natural beauty shines through. Her hazel eyes are a little larger, while her lips look rosy and plump from scrubbing her lipstick off. Her cheeks are flushed, although that could be for a different reason.

She swallows and runs her hand through her hair, looking fixedly at the floor. She looks uncertain. She looks like she’s coming up with excuses. I’m not gonna let that happen. I’m not done with her. She walked into my office, into my life. I’m not letting her leave so easy. Not when I’ve only had a small taste of her.

“Don’t say anything.” My voice interrupts her thoughts, and her eyes spark with desire as she licks her lips. Her mouth parts, but my doll is obedient. She presses her lips together and nods.

“Good girl.” I step closer to her and grab her hip in my right hand, pulling her body to me and wrap my left arm around her back to fist the hair at the nape of her neck. It won’t hurt when I tug it. But it’ll give me the control I need to make this perfectly clear to her.

“You’re mine, doll. When I want you, I’ll have you.” She knows the word to say to stop this. But she won’t. She wants this just as much as I do. The question is, just how fucking dirty does she want it? I smirk at her and pull her hair back so I can kiss her neck. I run my teeth along her neck and up her throat before squeezing her lush ass. Her breasts rise and fall with her shallow breathing.

I loosen my grip and take her lips with mine. Her plump lips are soft, and mold to mine. She parts them easily, and I take a moment to massage my tongue along hers. She moans into my mouth, and that’s all I can take. I pull back and smack her ass. “Bedroom.”

She leads the way down the hall and up the stairs quietly. Very quietly. I can tell when we get to her son’s room because she looks back at me with hard eyes and clenched fists, and walks with slow, deliberate steps. “Relax mama bear, we won’t wake him up,” I whisper in her ear and give her hips a squeeze. “I’ll just have to find something to put into that loud mouth of yours.” Her cheeks flush a beautiful red hue, and her pace speeds up at my threat.

That thought turns her on. I smirk at her back as we near the last door on the right. I bite my lip and come up with a plan. Her panties. I’m definitely going to shove her panties in her mouth. That’s fucking happening.

Instead of opening the door, she hesitates and looks back down the hall. I give her ass a pat and open the door myself. At first I’m confused. This can’t be her room. It’s too dark, too masculine. I just can’t see my doll in here. But whatever, I guess if there’s a bed, it’s good enough.

“Strip, now.” I don’t waste a fucking second, and I start unbuttoning my shirt and ripping off my clothes.

A robe and panties, that’s it. Fuck yes. The simple robe drops to the floor and pools around her feet. She looks anxiously at the bed.

“Uh-uh, doll,” I admonish her. “Panties, too. Then get up there and get on all fours for your punishment.”

Her mouth parts with a gasp, but she’s so fucking obedient. Even while she’s stunned by my words, her thumbs hook into her panties and drop them to her feet. She steps out and climbs onto the bed. I groan as she lifts her milky white ass into the air. It’s firm, but I can tell a hard pounding will get it to jiggle. I stroke my dick, fuck yes. First I’ve got to spank that ass for her being so rude earlier.

I climb up behind her and push her back down with my hand. She presses her cheek to the bed and looks back at me. Waiting for her next direction. She’s so fucking good. I loved her fight earlier. But her submission is even better. At least right now.

“Are you going to take your punishment like the good girl I know you are?” I’m so fucking condescending with this tone as I gently stroke and then squeeze her ass. She moans a yes into the pillow. She’s turned on and primed already. Her pretty pink pussy lips are just barely visible between her thighs. “You wet for me?” I ask as I gently run two fingers along her lips. My eyes nearly roll back in my head. “You’re fucking soaking.”

I squeeze her ass firmly rather than spank it. Shit. I forgot about the kid. How the fuck am I going to spank her without making any noise? It’s not going to happen. Fuck.

“You were a bad girl today. Do you know why?” I bet she gets this wrong. I bet she says she was bad for fighting me. But that wasn’t bad at all. I fucking loved every second of that.

“For kicking you out.” I’m fucking floored.

“That’s right, doll.” I run my fingers down her back and leave a trail of feather-light kisses down her spine.

“I’m sorry, Dom. I’m ready for my punishment.” Fuck, she’s so good. I line up my dick with her hot entrance and slam in, not at all in punishment. Fuck that, this is all reward. I stay deep inside her, buried all the way to the hilt and give her tight pussy a second to adjust to me. Her tight walls wrap around the head of my dick and beg me to fucking pound into her wet cunt as it squeezes me. It takes everything in me to stay still. Her face is hidden in the sheets as she muffles her scream.

“Quiet, doll.” I grip her hips with both hands. I wanna be rough. I wanna fuck her raw and hard into the mattress. It won’t hurt her knees now like it would have earlier on the carpet. Although maybe my Becca would like to have the reminder of me pounding into her tight little pussy. I wrap her hair around my wrist all the way to the nape and pull her head to the side, my dick still deep inside her cunt. “Don’t make a fucking sound while I punish this pussy,” I hiss into her ear. She lets out a small whimper and closes her eyes. I grip her hair tighter. “Open your eyes and watch.”

There’s a dresser to our left with a big fucking mirror attached. She can watch as I destroy her tight little cunt. My other hand targets her throbbing clit. I smack it a few times and watch as she opens her mouth in a silent scream. Her eyes watch me in the mirror. I lean down and whisper in her ear with one more smack against her clit. “Watch me own this pussy.”

With that I pull back and slam into her. Her body jolts forward, her heavy breasts swaying with the harsh movement. But I don’t stop. I push in harder, making her back arch. Her fingers clutch at the sheets as she closes her eyes and bites down on the mattress. Nope. That’s not watching. As if hearing my thought, she quickly opens her eyes and stares, transfixed on the image of us in the mirror.

I dig my fingers into her flesh and rut into her heat. She’s drenched in arousal, making the movements fluid and easy. The smacking sounds of me punishing her pussy fill the room and fuel my need. I grunt as I hit the opening to her cervix with each thrust. Her body trembles, and a look of pain crosses her face. I know she’s got to be on edge with a mix of pain and pleasure. The intensity heightening her need to cum. It’ll make it that much better when she does. She takes it though, she takes every blow like a good girl.

I keep up my steady pace and reach forward to grab her breast. My fingers squeeze and pull her nipple. I slowly twist her hardened peak, feeling her pussy clamp down my dick. Fuck yeah, I know she fucking loves that. She thrashes and fights her need to pull away while also needing to push back for more. I fucking love that this is torturing her. Her eyes never leave the mirror though. I switch hands, still slamming into her welcoming heat, and twist and pull her other nipple. A small squeak escapes her lips, and she bites down on her arm in response. She’s trying so hard to listen. To take me fucking her while being quiet and watching. Her pussy tightens as a cold sweat breaks out along my body. I’m going to cum any minute, and so is she.

“You don’t cum till I tell you to,” I snarl. She whimpers and shakes her head. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Her body heats and shakes beneath me, needing its release. She struggles to hold on and obey. I make it even harder. I reach around her hips and run my fingers along the side of her clit. I need to get them nice and wet with her juices for what I'm about to do next. She bites her lips, and barely keeps her half-lidded eyes focused on the mirror.

“I can’t.” Her voice cracks as she moans her words. I feel her tightening around me. She better fucking not. I gather her juices on my fingers and move to her puckered hole.

“Yes, you can. And you will, doll; you won’t disappoint me.” Her eyes flash from the mirror to mine. “Eyes back on the mirror.” Her eyes immediately go back to the mirror. She’s so fucking good. I speed up and love how she has to hold in her screams, how her body fights for pleasure, but she’s denying it, waiting for me to allow it. I push my finger against her asshole and slam into her cunt. “Cum, Becca. Cum for me.” I slam in again and push my finger against her forbidden opening, waiting for her to cum. Waiting for it to relax, so I can slip it in. I slam into her once, twice, three more times and then she does it. Her mouth hangs open in ecstasy as her body shudders and heats with waves of intense pleasure.

My finger slips in, and she goes off like a fucking firecracker. The most delightful noises I've ever heard are ripped from her throat as pleasure rocks through her body. Sweat forms on my brow as I fight the need to cum. But I’m not blowing my load just yet. I twist my finger and fuck her ass as she relaxes around me, aftershocks rocking through her limbs.

I slowly pull out of her, both my finger and my dick. I’m so hard it hurts. I need to cum. Her eyes are closed, and she’s slumped on the bed. Her cheeks and chest are flushed. She so relaxed, so beautiful. I smile as I look down on her. That’s a good thing, because she’s gonna need to be relaxed for me to fit my dick in this tight little hole.

“Eyes on the mirror, doll.” I kiss the small of her back and gently press my dick against her tight rosebud. I give her a moment before really pushing into her. She knows what to say if she doesn’t want this. Her eyes spring open, and her hands grip the sheets as she realizes what’s about to happen. Her entire body tenses. I pet her lower back. “Relax, doll. Push back and relax.” She nervously bites her bottom lip and watches with a mix of apprehension and desire flashing in her eyes. More than anything though, excitement is written on her face.

She’s so tight. I push the head of my dick a little deeper and try to sink in, but she’s so fucking tight. I know I must be the only one to have taken her like this. Pride makes my chest swell, thinking I’ll be her first. I’m going to take her just like this. “Your husband never fucked you like this, did he?” I don’t need her to answer, but I still want to hear it. I want to hear I’m her first.

Her back arches and twists, and her body pulls away from me.

I hadn’t even gotten the head in, but maybe I was rushing it. I pull her hips back, and she resists me slightly. “You’re giving me this ass, doll.” I pull her hips to mine and watch as she buries her face in the covers. It doesn’t seem right. Something’s off. I don’t like it. Fuck it; I’ll have to wait for her ass. That’s fine. I got in a finger today, and I know she loved that shit. She just needs to work up to it. My fingers run along her pussy lips before dipping in. “Your greedy cunt wants more, doll?” I fuck my fingers in and out of her swollen, sore pussy, making sure to hit that front wall and stroke her G-spot.

I don’t get the reaction I expect. There’s no moan, her eyes aren’t on the mirror and she pulls away from me. I still, and my chest tightens. Fuck, she’s hurt. What the fuck happened?

I gently place my hands on her hips and try to pull her toward me lightly, but she doesn’t budge. My heart clenches, and adrenaline pumps through my veins. Anxiety floods my system. She didn’t safe word. I know she didn’t. I would’ve heard her. “What’s wrong, doll?” I keep my voice calm and even, but inside I’m freaking the fuck out. I don’t like to see women cry. And sure as fuck not because of me.

“I hate you.” Her breathy words barely register as she lifts her head from the sheets. Her eyes are red-rimmed and glassy from tears. Her chest spasms as she takes in a shuddering breath. She may as well have punched me in the gut. What the fuck happened?

“I hurt you?” I just don’t see how. I don’t know what I did. “I didn’t mean to hurt-”

“Get out!” she screams with tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, and then covers her mouth with her hand. She winces as her son lets out a wail from down the hall.

I don’t know what the fuck happened. I open my mouth to protest, but she moves past me to get off the bed and immediately puts on her robe. She leaves the room without taking a look back.

She hates me? Did it really hurt that bad? It couldn’t have. I didn’t even get the head of my dick in. I slowly climb off the bed as I walk myself through everything that happened. She was loving it.

Your husband never fucked you like this, did he? I close my eyes and let my head fall back. Fuck! I groan out loud and grab my shirt off the floor. Fuck! How could I be so fucking stupid? I lean my forehead against the wall and close my eyes. I’m such a fucking asshole. She’s not some bitch, looking for a night of fun and running around on her husband. She’s a widow, for fuck's sake.

I bend down to put my underwear on, trying to think of a way out of this shit. I need to backpedal fast. As I reach for my pants, I catch a glimpse of something under the bed. I sink to the floor and cover my face with my hands. There are boxes under the bed with his name on them. I look on the dresser and see pictures of them. A cute fucking family photograph catches my eye.

I feel like such a prick. He just fucking died. I shake my head and scowl. She doesn’t need this. She doesn’t need some prick bossing her around and using her like I am. I swallow the lump growing in my throat and pull my pants up. I need to get the fuck out of here.

She deserves better than this. Better than me.

I huff a humorless laugh and push my emotions down. She’s too good for me anyway. And I have no place in my life for her. I start to open her bedroom door, but I can hear her humming a lullaby to her little boy. My heart clenches, and tears prick at my eyes. I don’t fucking cry. She said she hates me. Told me to get the fuck out. That’s fine. I can do that for her.

I take a peek down the hall. The door is only cracked. I clench my fists and walk silently past the door and keep going. I don’t look back or even wince when the floorboards squeak on the stairs. I don’t stop moving until I’m at the front door. I hesitate, but only for enough time to hear her words in my head over again.

She hates me.

I take one last look at the house before opening my car door. Her picture-perfect home that I forced myself into. I climb in my car and leave her behind.

It’s only after I’m halfway home that I realize I forgot my tie. At least she’ll have a piece of me to hold onto. Sadness overwhelms me.

I’m sure she’ll just throw it the fuck out. I would.