Chapter 99: Men Sucks

Chapter 99: Men Sucks 

Abigail

“You are saying you don't miss this?” Luciano laughed.

Festus didn't respond but his eyes were set on the part where our bodies are conjoined.

“Look at how fucking beautiful she is when she is getting fucked.” He continued.

If possible, he fucked me even harder, giving me no choice but to moan louder and the erotic sounds bouncing against the building. My head tilts back while my eyes flutter closed and my hand grabs his forearm at the roughness of his dick, taking me.

“I bet you didn't make her scream even half as loud.”

His hard dick plunged into me deeper until his hips were smacking against the back of my thighs, creating a deafening sound that I am so familiar with. When I looked at the men beside us again, there was a visible erection beneath Festus's trousers. Despite the poor light and the dark materials, I can make out the outline of his bulge. Even the guards seem to become more excited watching Luciano take control over my body and I see them steal glances for us every now and then. Something that would surely get them killed.

“Such a warm and tight little pussy you have, angel, and all mine too.” He groans, lowering down until my legs are forced over his shoulders , allowing him to reach places inside me that cause my back to arch.

“Don't…” I tried to make a sentence.

“Please, don't stop.”

As my walls tightened around him, I felt myself getting dizzy when the orgasm inches closer. When he pushes me over the edge, it was like my brain short-circuits for a moment because all I can feel is the orgasm ripping me to shreds. He twitched inside me and released with a last thrust, halting to make sure that I am filled to the brim. I fall limp against the hood, feeling the high wash over me as I try to catch my breath. He slipped out and put his dick back in his pants, supporting me enough to not fall off the hood. The aftermath of our intense sex exits my lower regions and drips onto the dark metal of his car. I didn't even feel bad about letting the remains of our cum run down the hood.

“It looks like someone enjoyed the show, judging by the small bulge in your pants, at least your dick seems to miss this perfect pussy.” He said and I managed to sit up while supporting my weight on my hands.

“Too bad you will never get to feel it again, you can probably have a taste at the juice she left on your hood if you are quick.” Luciano mocks.

I met Festus's eyes and it flashed with arousal and aggravation but he didn't say a word, probably embarrassed that he got proved wrong. I realized that we had now fucked before both our ex's eyes in the span of not even up to a year. I am not sure if it was insanely crazy and hot or insanely fucked up. People would think we had a kink or some sick control issue. 

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The ride back home was silent but not an uncomfortable silence. The night is on replay in my head and each time it shows up my pussy clenched at the memory of what happened just an hour ago. Each time he fucks me, he seems to do it better, harsher and more affection but also rawer desperation. That was the thrill everybody talks about, I feel it every time I look at him. I feel him and taste him.

“Did I take it too far?” He asked and I turned my head to face him. He smiles and pats my thighs with his large hand and then strokes it back and forth.

“Good thing we won't have to see him again.” He said and I frowned.

“What did you do?” I asked with slight concern.

I am all about karma and that shit but I don't believe Festus deserves to get killed for having a bad attitude. He laughed and looked ahead at the road again.

“Relax, I didn't kill him.” He said, practically reading my thoughts.

“I just told him I would snap his neck if he ever came back to this city.” He muttered. That is the nicest he was capable of being.

“That is better, at least.” I looked out the window, still feeling his rough hand stroking my thighs in a soothing pattern.

“Not to be rude but he seemed like a straight up jerk. You seem to attract some dipshits. I will be honest, Abigail.”

I can't help but agree with him, every guy I ever dated came back and bit me in the ass at the worst possible moment, however this time I blamed Luciano a bit who actually was the one to invite them to join us.

“I know, men sucks.”

“Hey!” He exclaimed and I laughed at his pout.

“But seriously, why did you ask them to sit with us? I thought it was supposed to be a date, you know, just you and me. The last thing I wanted was to be stuck with my ex.” I said, faking a serious tone but squeezed his hand in my lap to make it known.

“I saw that you didn't like him so I decided to make the evening a little more fun. Of course, I had no idea how much of an ass he was.” He said and was quiet for a second and I waited for him to continue.

“And I wanted to prove I could not be possessive.” 

There it is, I let out a light chuckle.

“How did that go?” I raised my eyebrows at him and smiled teasingly, earning a tired glance joined with a sigh.

“Fine, I know I didn't plan to have him watch at first but it was sort of exciting, don't you think so?” He grins at me.

“It was and that doesn't mean it should happen again.” I muttered.

He chuckled and kissed my hand. Sometimes, along the ride home, I fall asleep. Probably by the exhaustion of what the evening had brought, both mentally and physically.