Over forty minutes passed before Stacy finally came up to bed. By now I had calmed down significantly, certainly enough to drink her in. She was freshly showered and dropping a towel right in front of me. Her back was turned to me as she pulled our favorite tshirt over her head like I wasn't even there.
She didn't ask to speak to me about what happened and I wasn't about to volunteer anything. Instead, I was dead set on getting my dick back into her.
"You know, I wasn't cool in high school, so I never fucked anyone in this bed. We should do something about that," I said, waiting for her to turn on me and demand I talk to her.
Instead she gave me a cheeky look like nothing had happened downstairs and said, "Maybe if your room weren't sandwiched in between your mom's and Willow's. Fucking you at your sister's prom was bad enough. I am not fucking you in your family home like some—"
"Like some what, baby?" I asked with a chuckle, so unbelievably grateful to her for not pushing me.
This is why she was perfect for me. Any other woman would have wanted to have it out about Jeff, about my mom, insisting we have some fucked up bonding moment I wasn't ready for. But she was waiting for me to get there on my own.
It was just us again. All I wanted was for her to tell me she would let me be with her no matter the circumstances, but I couldn't get the words out.
"You know what," she said, walking towards the bed.
I eyed her lustfully, licking my lips, but she slipped into the bed just like old times and snuggled up to me. How did I lie next to her so many nights, not fucking her tight little pussy when I could barely keep my dick out of her now? Her body pressed up against mine triggered something in me. She was fucking crazy if she thought I was letting her leave me without a fight.
Pinning her onto her back, I claimed her lips, kissing her like a madman while grabbing her thighs and spreading them apart so I could get between them. She moaned into my mouth, surprised but eager to return my affection.
We had been here before. I should talk to her. Tell her everything in my head. Ask her to be straight with me about what was going to happen between us. How did that work out for me last time? I only just managed to keep her.
Instead, I forced her onto her side and grabbed her breasts from behind, massaging them as I nuzzled her neck. I didn't want to look her in the eye, because then the words would come out. She'd know just how much of a hold she had on me. How much power she had over me.
"What are you doing?" she purred, gently grinding her naked ass onto my dick.
If we talked, she'd know she could say no to loving me. Being with me. That I would let her. Instead, I was going to stuff her pussy full of dick and make her come to the sounds of my name. Then I would do it again and again until her pussy hurt.
"Where are your panties, Stace?" I whispered into her ear, two of my fingers slipping into her tight little pussy.
"I, oh fuck, I'm really tired," she said, letting out a soft moan in response to the sudden presence of my fingers inside her. "I'll put some on tomorrow," she said meekly.
"No panties and you're so wet for me, baby. You sound like a whore who wants dick, Stace," I said, pumping into her pussy as she ground her ass harder on my boxer clad dick.
"I, I, fuck. Scott, we shouldn't do this here," she hissed.
I pulled my dick out of my boxers and stuck it between her ass cheeks, while my fingers went in and out of her pussy. All I wanted was to keep getting her pussy ready for my dick. Not think or talk, but the words flowed out of me anyway.
"I must have been too gentle in that hotel room," I said, grabbing her hand and putting it on my dick.
She pulled it out from between her asscheeks and stroked it like I knew she would, light breathy moans coming from her as she started raising her hips to my pumping fingers.
"You were wonderful in the hotel," she said with a content sigh. "Everything was beautiful."
"But you left anyway, didn't you? I must have read you wrong because I don't think you like wonderful, Stace. I think you need to be fucked right, so I don't wake up alone in bed again," I said, ignoring the jab of pain in my chest as I yanked my fingers out of her pussy and took my dick from her.
"I didn't want to go," she said, frustrated with me for withdrawing from her. "I would never—"
But I didn't want to hear it. When she tried to turn around, I held her firmly in place. There was one way I knew I could shut her up for sure, so I did it. Finding her entrance, I jammed my whole dick into her pussy.
"Fuck," she said, letting out a guilty, satisfied moan as she parted her legs to welcome me in.
I didn't let out a sound. As it was, I already sounded needy as fuck.
"I know you are thinking of going on the run without me," I said, slipping my arms around her and grabbing her breasts again. "If I have to, I will stay up all night fucking you to prevent that from happening."
"You have a family and friends and a—" she said defensively.
Still not interested in her excuses, I pulled back and shoved my dick deep into her. Fuck, she felt good to have around my dick again. Once I was pumping into her good and hard, panting into her ear, she started letting me hear her too.
"Scott, fuck yes. Oh baby yes," she screamed as I drove into her mercilessly over and over.
"Be quiet, Stace," I said menacingly, knowing she couldn't help herself, fucking so hard into her pussy, I knew she'd come in minutes. "You wouldn't want your future in-laws to hear how you're being a whore for me the very first time I brought you home, would you, baby?"
My dick was sawing into her little pussy so severely that as expected, the screaming only got louder. What I didn't see coming, what really turned me on, was when she found the restraint to talk back in full sentences despite me punishing her pussy.
"If you don't want me sounding like a whore, you shouldn't be fucking me like one. That's what you want though, isn't it Scottie? You want your little whore," she screamed.
Yes, my little whore. Fucking mine.
My dick just kept pistoning roughly in and out of her as my mind raced to find the right words to say to her. Her pussy felt way too good for something profound or romantic. She'd just have to deal with the truth.
"Dammit, you're such an asshole," she screamed angrily and I grinned, knowing she was on the verge of coming for me.
"When are you going to get it, Stace? I want to give you everything. Why can't you just let me?" I said
coaxingly, what was once silence having turned into pants and now grunts.