Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part One
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“What the fuck do you think you’re doing out there with that kid?” Preppy snarled.
“Wait? You’re pissed…at ME?” I asked in disbelief. “You aren’t allowed to be pissed. I’m the one that’s fucking pissed!” I hissed, trying to rise off the door, but Preppy placed his hands on both sides of my head and pushed his hard body against mine. His cool breath on my face. His angry eyes looking down into mine.
I laughed. I laughed because the entire situation was so ridiculous that it was funny. I stopped laughing when Preppy pinned me with his hips against the door. “What’s so fucking funny?” he growled.
I was so tired of being the stupid girl who made nothing but stupid decisions. “I know you think differently than most people, Preppy, and honestly it’s one of the things I love about you. But I never thought that after everything, you’d think it was a good idea to pimp me out to Bear and his club.”
Preppy gnashed his teeth together, his face reddened with his rage.
“Let me refresh your memory. I’m a addict. A junkie. I’m not a fucking whore. Yours or anyone else’s,” I said.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Preppy reached between my legs, stroking my clit over my panties. “Because you could be a million miles away,” he moved down to my pussy, stroking it with two fingers, “and this pussy will still be mine. And apparently, you thought it was a good fucking idea because Bear wants to fuck you tonight. Invited me to watch him audition you for the club.” The tendons in his neck tightened. He pushed forward with his hips to emphasize his point, pressing his massive erection right against my clit. My hips bucked involuntarily and I closed my eyes, briefly, to try and compose myself, calling on my anger while my traitorous body wanted nothing more than for him to strip me naked and fuck me so hard neither one of us could remember why we were mad. But I knew why because there was no mistaking the look on Preppy’s face. The look that told me everything I needed to know and although the reasons why weren’t clear, the message was.
This was the end.
Recognizing that feeling only enraged me more. “It makes sense, though, since Mirna will be moving to Sarasota soon. Maybe I’ll sell the house and move to the club with Bear. See what being a club slut’s all about, since you think I’d be so good at it.” I bucked my hips against him and he hissed through his teeth. “After all, it’s not like you can keep me.” It felt good to throw his words in his face.
“You’re right,” he growled. “I can’t keep you.” He reached behind me and grabbed a handful of my ass cheek. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you.” He covered his lips with mine in a rough kiss that was anything but apologetic. That kiss was downright hateful.
I was so furious I could hear my own teeth grinding in my head, but as much as I didn’t want to kiss him I couldn’t NOT kiss him. And when he parted his lips, I couldn’t NOT bite down hard. He reared back and smiled down at me. He slowly licked the drop of blood from the corner of his mouth in a seduction of my senses. He smeared red on his cheek then wiped his thumb over my mouth, gathering another drop of his blood.
I don’t know what came over me, but I opened my mouth and licked the blood from his finger. He groaned and kissed me again, this time harder with more passion, more hatred.
Just MORE.
Teeth clacked against teeth, lips connecting with chins and cheeks and necks, hands roamed over each others bodies like we couldn’t get enough.
We nipped and sucked and licked and kissed, until nothing existed but the two of us and the hum of want hanging in the air.
A feeling between us buzzing louder than the bug zapper outside the garage window. Preppy walked backward to the bed, pulling me off the wall and dragging me with him. He fell onto the mattress with me in his arms and I had no choice but to straddle him, my short skirt riding up my thighs exposing my panties. Feeling his giant erection pulse against me sent a jolt of pleasure shot directly through my core and tightened my thighs around his torso, feeling the ridges of his abs against my hands as I dragged my fingers down until they were untucking his shirt. I moaned, loud, uncaring of who might be right outside the door. If this was our last time together, I wasn’t going to hold anything back. My nipples tightened to the point of pain. My panties were drenched, my thighs were shaking with anticipation. I was breathing hard, higher on his unique scent, woodsy soap and pot smoke, than I’d ever been on H.
For a while he just stared at me, his own breathing labored, with a look so intense I bit my lip and had to look away. He pulled me back to face him. “Look at me, Dre. There’s something I have to tell you. Something I’ve been wanting to say since the night we met.” I held my breath, hoping he could fix whatever it was between us before it was too late. Brushing my hair behind my ear, he breathed, “You have epic fucking tits.” I fought the urge to giggle when I realized that he’d changed his mind and decided against telling me whatever it was that was on his mind. His brows were drawn together in the middle of his forehead as he continued to stare into me. He moved his hand from my ear to behind my neck and pulled me down closer, inspecting my face like he was searching me, but I realized that was wrong. He wasn’t searching me. He was memorizing me. My heart sank. I felt naked and exposed, although I was fully clothed. I tried to look away, but he held me firmly in place, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. Instinctively, I leaned into his touch. “You really are fucking beautiful, Doc.” He tightened his grip on my neck and pulled me down, lifting his head up off the mattress, meeting me halfway and crushing our lips together.
Preppy was funny, outrageous, ridiculous. Before that very kiss, the last way I’d ever have described him was “soft.” Yet, when he molded his lips to mine and his tongue found its way into my mouth and he groaned when it connected and tangled with mine, it’s the first word that came to mine. Soft, yet firm. He knew what he wanted from our kiss and he took it, just like he’d wanted me and he took me. His fingers tangled in my hair as he pulled me fully down on top of him, my breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest.
He was relentless in his pursuit of my mouth, his facial hair brushing against my face in another sensation that had me writhing on his lap, needing more of him than just his hands and mouth. He held my waist with one hand and lifted his hips, pressing his very hard and very large cock against my exposed panties, causing my entire body to shake with need.
“Wait? You’re pissed…at ME?” I asked in disbelief. “You aren’t allowed to be pissed. I’m the one that’s fucking pissed!” I hissed, trying to rise off the door, but Preppy placed his hands on both sides of my head and pushed his hard body against mine. His cool breath on my face. His angry eyes looking down into mine.
I laughed. I laughed because the entire situation was so ridiculous that it was funny. I stopped laughing when Preppy pinned me with his hips against the door. “What’s so fucking funny?” he growled.
I was so tired of being the stupid girl who made nothing but stupid decisions. “I know you think differently than most people, Preppy, and honestly it’s one of the things I love about you. But I never thought that after everything, you’d think it was a good idea to pimp me out to Bear and his club.”
Preppy gnashed his teeth together, his face reddened with his rage.
“Let me refresh your memory. I’m a addict. A junkie. I’m not a fucking whore. Yours or anyone else’s,” I said.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Preppy reached between my legs, stroking my clit over my panties. “Because you could be a million miles away,” he moved down to my pussy, stroking it with two fingers, “and this pussy will still be mine. And apparently, you thought it was a good fucking idea because Bear wants to fuck you tonight. Invited me to watch him audition you for the club.” The tendons in his neck tightened. He pushed forward with his hips to emphasize his point, pressing his massive erection right against my clit. My hips bucked involuntarily and I closed my eyes, briefly, to try and compose myself, calling on my anger while my traitorous body wanted nothing more than for him to strip me naked and fuck me so hard neither one of us could remember why we were mad. But I knew why because there was no mistaking the look on Preppy’s face. The look that told me everything I needed to know and although the reasons why weren’t clear, the message was.
This was the end.
Recognizing that feeling only enraged me more. “It makes sense, though, since Mirna will be moving to Sarasota soon. Maybe I’ll sell the house and move to the club with Bear. See what being a club slut’s all about, since you think I’d be so good at it.” I bucked my hips against him and he hissed through his teeth. “After all, it’s not like you can keep me.” It felt good to throw his words in his face.
“You’re right,” he growled. “I can’t keep you.” He reached behind me and grabbed a handful of my ass cheek. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you.” He covered his lips with mine in a rough kiss that was anything but apologetic. That kiss was downright hateful.
I was so furious I could hear my own teeth grinding in my head, but as much as I didn’t want to kiss him I couldn’t NOT kiss him. And when he parted his lips, I couldn’t NOT bite down hard. He reared back and smiled down at me. He slowly licked the drop of blood from the corner of his mouth in a seduction of my senses. He smeared red on his cheek then wiped his thumb over my mouth, gathering another drop of his blood.
I don’t know what came over me, but I opened my mouth and licked the blood from his finger. He groaned and kissed me again, this time harder with more passion, more hatred.
Just MORE.
Teeth clacked against teeth, lips connecting with chins and cheeks and necks, hands roamed over each others bodies like we couldn’t get enough.
We nipped and sucked and licked and kissed, until nothing existed but the two of us and the hum of want hanging in the air.
A feeling between us buzzing louder than the bug zapper outside the garage window. Preppy walked backward to the bed, pulling me off the wall and dragging me with him. He fell onto the mattress with me in his arms and I had no choice but to straddle him, my short skirt riding up my thighs exposing my panties. Feeling his giant erection pulse against me sent a jolt of pleasure shot directly through my core and tightened my thighs around his torso, feeling the ridges of his abs against my hands as I dragged my fingers down until they were untucking his shirt. I moaned, loud, uncaring of who might be right outside the door. If this was our last time together, I wasn’t going to hold anything back. My nipples tightened to the point of pain. My panties were drenched, my thighs were shaking with anticipation. I was breathing hard, higher on his unique scent, woodsy soap and pot smoke, than I’d ever been on H.
For a while he just stared at me, his own breathing labored, with a look so intense I bit my lip and had to look away. He pulled me back to face him. “Look at me, Dre. There’s something I have to tell you. Something I’ve been wanting to say since the night we met.” I held my breath, hoping he could fix whatever it was between us before it was too late. Brushing my hair behind my ear, he breathed, “You have epic fucking tits.” I fought the urge to giggle when I realized that he’d changed his mind and decided against telling me whatever it was that was on his mind. His brows were drawn together in the middle of his forehead as he continued to stare into me. He moved his hand from my ear to behind my neck and pulled me down closer, inspecting my face like he was searching me, but I realized that was wrong. He wasn’t searching me. He was memorizing me. My heart sank. I felt naked and exposed, although I was fully clothed. I tried to look away, but he held me firmly in place, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. Instinctively, I leaned into his touch. “You really are fucking beautiful, Doc.” He tightened his grip on my neck and pulled me down, lifting his head up off the mattress, meeting me halfway and crushing our lips together.
Preppy was funny, outrageous, ridiculous. Before that very kiss, the last way I’d ever have described him was “soft.” Yet, when he molded his lips to mine and his tongue found its way into my mouth and he groaned when it connected and tangled with mine, it’s the first word that came to mine. Soft, yet firm. He knew what he wanted from our kiss and he took it, just like he’d wanted me and he took me. His fingers tangled in my hair as he pulled me fully down on top of him, my breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest.
He was relentless in his pursuit of my mouth, his facial hair brushing against my face in another sensation that had me writhing on his lap, needing more of him than just his hands and mouth. He held my waist with one hand and lifted his hips, pressing his very hard and very large cock against my exposed panties, causing my entire body to shake with need.
