“I don’t fucking care.” And I don’t. I would much rather chase that goddess out the front door than deal with more of Mandy’s jealous bullshit. Time and time again, I have explained to her that we will never be more than a way to scratch an itch.
I knock a few heavy beats on the office door and step back to wait for Jer to unlock. Mandy finally makes it up the stairs and huffs a few times, crossing her arms and throwing me one pissed off look. I might not like the chick outside of my bedroom, but I would be blind to miss how her tits are about to spill out of her dress.
Fuck. My dick throbs in my pants again, reminding me how close to blowing I am. Reaching out to knock again, I almost slam my fist into Jeremy’s face.
“What?” He asks. One thing about Jeremy, he’s a ‘roll with the flow’ kind of guy, but he hates to be dragged into drama.
“Need the office.” One look into my eyes has got to tell the story. I seem trapped between fury and lust. It’s hard to tell which will win out.
“Yeah, yeah… clean your shit up when you finish.” He eyes Mandy a few times before backing down the hallway and disappearing down the stairs. Fuck.
“Get your ass in there, Mandy.” Holding the door wide, I follow her strut into the office and lock the door behind me. Why do I always end up in this goddamn office?
“Well? Want to tell me what the fuck that was down there?” Walking over to the desk, I lean my ass against the wood and cross my arms.
“Come on, Greg! How can you expect me to sit back and watch you basically fuck that bitch out there? Not even a few days ago, it was me you were fucking!”
“Damn woman, do you ever not screech?”
“You are mine Greg Cage, and I don’t like seeing you touching another woman.” She complains, trying to get some tears past the Botox in her face.
The song ‘Crazy Bitch’ seems to be playing on a constant loop these days when Mandy is around.
“I sure as hell am not. You knew, and you have always known what this is. Sex, Mandy. I want to get my dick wet, then maybe I’ll call. I don’t need you throwing your shit around my feet. I want to get my dick wet somewhere else, that isn’t your fucking say either.”
Her eyes flash and she forgets her ‘sadness’ for a second. Long enough for me to see the fake bitch behind all that painted on sex.
“Goddammit!” I roar and shove off the desk, walking right into her space, “You do not get to come into my life and act like I am your property. Swear to Christ, I will drop your ass quicker than you can say fuck me harder!”
“But Greg…” I don’t even give her a second to speak before I take her by the shoulders and bring her body close to mine. No way is she getting this shit twisted.
“You want my dick bad enough? You want my dick, knowing I won’t be thinking about you when I take you?” I ask, pulling her even closer. “Is that what you want, Mandy? Because I sure as fuck can give you what you want, but there will be no question that when I empty my balls into your body that you will not be the one I wish is taking it.”
She whimpers a few times but I can tell she’s made her decision. This bitch doesn’t want me; she wants what I can do to her body.
She doesn’t waste any time dropping to her knees and unzipping my pants. I groan when I feel her warm hand brush across my dick. Closing my eyes, I picture the blazing blue eyes of my unknown beauty.
Mandy pulls my pants down, and my dick sings hallelujah to the heavens, springing loose, and almost taking her eye out in his impatience. Goddamn, when was the last time I was this hard? I open my eyes and look down at her. Her blonde hair is all wrong, her eyes aren’t blue, and her body doesn’t scream fuck me. My dick doesn’t know the difference though; he can feel the heat of her lips seconds before her tongue darts out and gives a long lick from root to tip. She takes her time, rimming the hoop and licking the drop of come about to fall to the floor. When she wraps her lips around me and sucks deep, I know this won’t last long.
Pumping my hips into her mouth and listening to her gag on my length brings me back to earth. Her hand wraps as far around my thickness as she can get it, and even trying her hardest, she is probably only getting a few inches into her mouth. What a waste.
“Get up.” I order. She is quick to pull herself from the floor. Her cheeks are flush and her dress has fallen, exposing one tit already.