Vanessa

It’s past nine o’ clock.

I check the clock on the wall with a shake of my head. I should have known he would be late. He’s an ass that way.

Thirty minutes after nine and there’s a knock on the door. I finish flipping the last blueberry pancake and take it off the pan, placing the spatula down and going for the door.

Axel stands there with a large hand planted on the doorframe, his forehead resting on his forearm. He has a pair of Ray-Bans on, the filter so dark I can’t see his eyes. He has on a fitted V-neck T-shirt and I can see the tattoos on his chest and the sleeves on his arms.

I almost stop breathing, but of course I have to let my attitude win. “You’re late, asshole.” I walk back to the kitchen again.

He shuts the door behind him and follows me to the kitchen. “What can I say? I fucking hate mornings,” he grumbles and I can still hear the sleep in his voice, like he woke up not too long ago.

I sigh, grabbing the dish stacked with pancakes. “Well, lets eat. I’m actually really hungry and you’re lucky I just wrapped up on the food otherwise I would have eaten without you.”

He lets out a deep, throaty laugh, dropping his large, heavy body in the chair in front of the window and removing his sunglasses. “You’re even feistier in the mornings.”

I ignore his comment, placing the pancakes down and then going for the bacon and sausage. The freshly squeezed orange juice and glasses are already set up on the table. I don’t know what possessed me to squeeze it fresh. I guess deep down, I want him to keep coming back, not only for me, but for the food too. I should consider myself a joke.

I started cooking a little after Justine left. I had to shower up and clean the house a little. Now, I’m a mess. Purposely wearing sweat pants and a white cami without a bra beneath. My nipples are prodding through the fabric and when I look up, he’s staring right at them.

I clear my throat as I sit, but he doesn’t pull his gaze away, which isn’t surprising in the least.

“I didn’t think you could actually cook.” He picks up a pancake, finally looking away. “Everything looks good. Most girls say they can cook but are all talk.”

I put on a smug smile as I grab a strip of bacon and take a bite of it. It’s quiet for a while, but only because he’s scarfing the food down like an animal. I guess he really likes it.

“You aren’t going to go against your word, are you?” I finally ask after taking a small sip of juice. “Because you don’t really seem like the kind of guy who keeps his word. The whole neighborhood wants to get rid of you.”

“They may want to get rid of me, but it’s because I don’t make agreements with them. I made an agreement with you. As long as you give me what I want, then you get what you want. For the time frame we have set, anyway.”

I roll my eyes at that last statement. “Maybe you should do what adults do and get a real job. Ever think about that?”

“Nah. That’s fucking lame. Why work when I can get money from suckers like them? Pays the bills and keeps a roof over my head.” He shrugs, picking up his glass. “Why change the system?”

I realize this is going to be harder than I thought—trying to get him to change his mind about ever throwing another party. But it’s the first Sunday. I have time. Plus we haven’t fucked yet. Pussy is powerful.

After we’re finished, I take the empty dishes to the sink. I can feel him watching me as I scrape a few plates off. His stare his hot and heavy. When I turn to look at him, I rest my lower back against the counter edge and he runs his tongue over his full, pink lips.

“I’m not full yet,” he says.

“Then eat more.”

His lip twitches and then quirks up. “Nah. I need something a little more satisfying. I need what I really came here for.” His eyes are serious now. “Come here.” He flicks his fingers, gesturing for me to come. “Sit right here on the table and spread those legs.”

“You had your breakfast. You can leave now.” I don’t know why I’m still playing hard to get. This is what we agreed on, but I can’t help it. The chase gives me a thrill. By the spark in his eyes, I can tell the chase thrills him too. This game of cat and mouse turns him on more than I probably know.

The bad boy trying to catch the wannabe good girl. Interesting.

He laughs, low and deep, the hum of it making me tingle between the legs. “Just come here and stop playing these pointless games with me. You want my dick and I want your pussy. You practically beg for it every time you come running to my house trying to tell me what to do.” He stands up, and his height is both intimidating and alluring. “This is the only time you will be able to give me commands—only while I’m pleasing you. You’ll get to say words like ‘harder’ and ‘faster’ and ‘more’. You want that, don’t you?”

Yes. Yes, I do.

He comes closer to me, broad shoulders swaying. When he’s up close, he pushes my sweat pants down and then grips my waist, twirling me around and dropping me down on an empty spot on the table. “I know you like to put up fight and won’t come to me willingly, so I’ll make this happen my way.” He drops his head, kissing my upper lip. “Such a hardheaded little firecracker.” He nips at my bottom lip. “And it’s something about that shit that turns me on so fucking much.”

“You make me sick,” I breathe, my body betraying me. I can feel my legs spreading wider for him, my hips rounding out, my pussy ready to invite him in. He pushes between my thighs, grinding his hardness between them. “Where’s the condom?” I ask.

Grabbing my wrists, he forces my arms around the back of his neck and then he grabs my hip with one hand, using the other to push my panties aside. A small smile is on his lips as he presses his cock on my entrance.

“You know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” His head shakes. “Fuck a condom.” My breaths stifle and my back arches on its own accord.

“Axel—” I start to protest, but he stops me.

“I’m clean, Vanessa.” His eyes become serious as they study mine. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I take that shit seriously. I want you raw, that’s all. Is that cool?”

I sigh. “Yeah, I guess. But you’re still a jackass.”

He smiles. “You talk so much shit, you know that? I think I deserve a little respect.” The tip of his nose runs down the bridge of mine. While it does, he plays with my already wet pussy. “You ready for me to fuck some respect into you, little firecracker?”

“Just hurry up.” I struggle to keep my voice strong, but my words are short lived because in no time, he thrusts himself right into me, slamming deep and groaning as he chuckles, “Fuck yeah, you are,” in my ear. “You’re ready, baby.”

I gasp loudly and my arms tense around the back of his neck as he slides his large hands down to my ass and cups it, thrusting his hips forward and filling me up with every inch of his cock.

“Oh, yes,” I breathe out.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be inside you like this.” He picks me up in his hands like I’m the weight of a feather, bouncing me up and down on his hard length now. I breathe hard, unable to control the budding orgasm. “You slide up and down on my cock so easily. That’s how wet you are for me, Vanessa. So wet I can feel you dripping down my thighs.”

I hold onto him tightly, hating and loving this—wanting more, but wanting to resist, too. But he feels so good and he’s even bigger than I thought. Swelling up inside my body, making me fuck him.

He watches my face with hot gray eyes, like he can read my thoughts. Like he knows that I secretly love this. My moans and cries are enough to prove how much I’m enjoying it. Before I know it, my back is pressed on the fridge. It bangs and rattles a little, but he continues pounding, sucking on my bottom lip hard and groaning at the same time.

“I’m going to own your pussy before these two months are over. You’ll come running to me every fucking night, baby.” His breath trickles past my ear. “I’ll fuck you right—just like this, baby. Just. Like. This.” He strokes faster with every sentence. Every word.

“You’re such an ass,” I breathe out, my fingers getting tangled in his bed-hair.

“You like it.” He pulls my back off the fridge and storms into the living room. He sits with me on top of him and I gasp. He’s so full inside me now. So big. “Now shut up and ride my cock.”

His voice sounds deeper, almost feral. I don’t fight what my body wants, especially when he presses a thumb down on my aching clit. I need to be satisfied. I need to come. He swirls his thumb around my clit in slow, torturous circles as I swivel my hips round and around.

“Oh, that feels so good,” I moan.

He breathes harder, watching me with hungry eyes, his other hand on my hip. He uses that hand to force my body back and forth, making it easier for me to ride him.

I’m feeling it too much. Loving this too much. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to be wild. Now that I can, I’m taking full advantage of it.

I bring my hands up to my hair and bounce up and down and his mouth gapes as he clutches my hip, as if he didn’t see that coming. I smile down at him, dropping my hands and holding onto his shoulders, riding his cock hard and fast. I lift up and drop down and the back of his head hits the top of the sofa. His hands lower to my ass and he squeezes it tight.

“Shit, baby,” he sighs. “Your pussy is gripping the hell out of my dick.” I keep going, his words my ammunition. “Oh yeah, baby.” He picks his head back up when I start to circle my hips again. “Like that. Ride this cock like you mean it.”

I have the urge to kiss him, but I don’t. It’s just sex. Only sex. Kissing him in the heat of the moment will confuse us both . . . and I don’t need that right now.

So I ride him a little faster, listening to the sticky sounds our bodies make, and the grunts and groans he delivers. He spanks me on the ass and I yelp, unable to stop. I want it all. I’m so close.

I can feel my body getting hotter by the second, my pussy getting tighter around him.

“Oh shit.” I press my forehead on top of his. His teeth sink into my bottom lip and that alone is enough to tip me over the edge and make me come. I shudder, my eyes rolling as I round my hips one more time and then slam down. He grips me tight, groaning deep and heavy as my moans ricochet off the walls.

“Oh, fuck, yeah.” Axel chuckles. “I’ve wanted to feel this pretty little pussy soak my cock for years now.”

He flips me onto my back and plunges into me again. Veins bulge on his neck, sweat beading on his forehead. “I want you smelling like me,” he rasps in my ear. “I want my scent deep inside you. I want you to drip with my cum, baby.” I feel him throbbing in my pussy as I gasp. “Shit,” he groans. “This pussy is going to be the fucking death of me, I swear.”

He stills inside me, his body heavy on top. He lets out a hoarse, deep groan and I know he’s coming. I can feel him. I don’t move. I can’t move.

I feel like he’s just paralyzed me with his cock. I’ve wanted it for so long and it was even better than I thought. God, what is wrong with me?

He finally pulls out, sitting up on his knees and looking down at me. He runs a finger over my clit and I tremble.

“Yeah,” he laughs. “You came all right.”

“You don’t know that,” I pant.

“You shook when I touched your pussy. Means you came.” He smirks down at me while pushing to a stand. Even though he’s just come, he still hangs long and thick between the legs. A drop of cum leaks at the tip and I have the urge to lick it away, but I don’t. I stay on the couch, flat on my back, like some dick-whipped bimbo instead.

“Breakfast and pussy. Best fucking combo there is.” He walks back to the kitchen, showing off his firm ass. I finally sit up and walk back to the kitchen for my sweatpants.

After tugging them on and then tossing my hair up in a bun, I place a hand on my hip and say, “Okay. You can go now.”

He’s fully dressed again, chugging down the rest of his orange juice and side-eying me. “I can go?” he breathes out after placing his glass down. “It’s still Sunday. I get pussy however much I want.” He steps closer to me, tipping my chin.

I sigh. I don’t even have the fight in my anymore. My body has never been so relaxed. Seriously? What has he done to me!

“But,” he continues. “I see you’re all worn out, firecracker. I don’t think you can handle much more of me right now. I’ll spare you because it’s your first time with me, but next week, I won’t be so gentle.” He smiles and picks up his shirt and pants. When he’s dressed, he rakes his fingers through his hair and walks out of the kitchen. “Next Sunday should be fun, right, baby?” he calls from the door.

I turn, watching him wink over his shoulder before finally shutting the door behind him. I slump down in the chair across from the window, blowing out a heavy breath. Through the window, I see him walk to his porch and pull out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a few pulls before going into his house.

“You are such an idiot for agreeing to this, Vanessa,” I ridicule myself. But I can’t lie. I’ve never felt so sated. After the way I came apart while riding his cock, I feel like I can sleep for hours. And sleep is exactly what I’m going to do.

I can’t believe that idiot is so good.