Wingman [Woman]
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“I’m so fucking angry at you.”
I spin around at the sound of Reign’s voice, and I see him standing at the door, his back pressed against it, arms crossed over his chest.
“What do you want, Reign?” I whisper. “You’ve said what you needed to say.”
He pushes off the door, his eyes wild and lusty. He stops in front of me, reaching his finger out to run down my cleavage. I shiver.
“I’m so fucking angry, but seeing you in this dress, my fucking body pressed against another man . . . I don’t like it. No, that’s not enough. I fucking hate it.”
For some reason, this comment makes my blood boil. I came down here; trying to be everything he needed only for him to shove it back in my face. I’m trying to be the better person, trying to show him that I was wrong and now he’s making out like all he wants to do is fuck me. Like I’m nothing more than a whore.
“You know what,” I breathe. “Fuck you.”
He takes a step back, his eyes wide. “I beg your pardon?”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me, Reign. I said fuck you. I came down here, trying to make up for what I did, but you know what...I take it back. You deserved everything you got. You’re a selfish, self centered, pig.”
He glares at me. “You can talk.”
“I try,” I scream. “But you can’t see it. Your head is so far up your ass you can’t see what I’m trying to do for you. I care about you; it’s why I’m like this. Do you think I want to care about you? God knows you don’t deserve me to.”
“You made a fool of me!” he barks.
“Yeah,” I growl, stepping closer. “Well you make a fool of me every damned day you keep chasing that woman.”
“You accepted this job, I didn’t make you. What I did ask of you, though, was for you to behave professionally.”
“Why should I?” I growl. “When you can’t?”
“Fuck, Tia. Is it really your place to be angry at me right now?”
I step closer, shoving his chest. “Abso-fucking-lutley.”
His eyes flash and he steps forward, tangling his fingers into my hair. “You’re in this as much as I am.”
“Fuck you.”
He tangles his hand in my hair. “Keep speakin’ to me like that and I’ll fucking put you over my knee and spank you until my hand burns. You make me so wild, so fucking angry but . . .” His eyes drop to my breasts. “I can’t stop wanting you.”
“That’s all I am to you, right,” I growl. “A whore. A good time?”
“No, you’re far, far more than that.”
Then he crushes his lips down over mine, causing my breath to get stuck in my throat. I whimper and my entire body goes weak as his hand slides around my back, bringing me closer to him. His kiss is desperate, rough and a little angry. It’s full of passion and confusion, and it’s all consuming.
He doesn’t waste time; there is no going slowly tonight. His hand goes down and he takes hold of my dress, sliding it up. He bunches it around my waist with one hand while the other fumbles with his pants. He frees his cock and then reaches down, his lips on my neck, and jerks my panties aside. Well, if you could call them panties. They’re more a scrap of material.
He presses me against the window, using it to hold most of my weight while he lifts my leg and wraps it around his hip, my heel digging into his ass. He groans at the feeling. “Fuck, those heels, baby,” he murmurs. “Make it hurt.”
With pleasure.
He takes his cock, pressing it against my entrance and then he’s inside me, deep and hard. He doesn’t give me fast thrusts; instead he grinds against me, only pulling his cock out just slightly. His hips rotate as he fucks me slowly against the window, rubbing over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside me, the material on his pants rubbing against my exposed clit.
I press my heels into his thigh, using him to tilt my body up so he can fuck me deeper, slower. He tangles his fingers into my hair, tilting my head back and staring down at me, keeping his eyes pinned to mine as he takes all of me. God, the deep yet slow thrusting is bringing me to heights I’ve never known.
“Yes,” I mewl as I reach the edge and hang just slightly over, not quite getting to where I need to go because I’m too greedy to let myself find that release.
“Your cunt is so tight on my dick,” he growls into my ear. “Like a snug little glove. Let go for me, baby. I need to feel you pulse around me.”
He cups my ass with his hand, squeezing it as he picks up his pace, fucking me harder and harder until I’m screaming his name. Then I come, and when I do, it’s explosive. For a moment I see nothing but stars. I hear nothing but the sounds of my own screams. I feel nothing but him. When he loses control I feel his cock explode, reminding me just how much it loves my body.
“Baby,” he grunts into my ear. “Fuck.”
It takes us a long time to come down after that, but eventually Reign pulls out, shoving his cock into his pants and straightening himself up. I pull my panties back over and let my dress drop, knowing full well I’ll need to go and clean myself up before I can join everyone again.
“I’m sorry,” I say, looking up at him, admiring his just-fucked hair that he’s running his fingers through, trying to fix.
“You made a fool of me out there today,” he says, finally looking at me.
I spin around at the sound of Reign’s voice, and I see him standing at the door, his back pressed against it, arms crossed over his chest.
“What do you want, Reign?” I whisper. “You’ve said what you needed to say.”
He pushes off the door, his eyes wild and lusty. He stops in front of me, reaching his finger out to run down my cleavage. I shiver.
“I’m so fucking angry, but seeing you in this dress, my fucking body pressed against another man . . . I don’t like it. No, that’s not enough. I fucking hate it.”
For some reason, this comment makes my blood boil. I came down here; trying to be everything he needed only for him to shove it back in my face. I’m trying to be the better person, trying to show him that I was wrong and now he’s making out like all he wants to do is fuck me. Like I’m nothing more than a whore.
“You know what,” I breathe. “Fuck you.”
He takes a step back, his eyes wide. “I beg your pardon?”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me, Reign. I said fuck you. I came down here, trying to make up for what I did, but you know what...I take it back. You deserved everything you got. You’re a selfish, self centered, pig.”
He glares at me. “You can talk.”
“I try,” I scream. “But you can’t see it. Your head is so far up your ass you can’t see what I’m trying to do for you. I care about you; it’s why I’m like this. Do you think I want to care about you? God knows you don’t deserve me to.”
“You made a fool of me!” he barks.
“Yeah,” I growl, stepping closer. “Well you make a fool of me every damned day you keep chasing that woman.”
“You accepted this job, I didn’t make you. What I did ask of you, though, was for you to behave professionally.”
“Why should I?” I growl. “When you can’t?”
“Fuck, Tia. Is it really your place to be angry at me right now?”
I step closer, shoving his chest. “Abso-fucking-lutley.”
His eyes flash and he steps forward, tangling his fingers into my hair. “You’re in this as much as I am.”
“Fuck you.”
He tangles his hand in my hair. “Keep speakin’ to me like that and I’ll fucking put you over my knee and spank you until my hand burns. You make me so wild, so fucking angry but . . .” His eyes drop to my breasts. “I can’t stop wanting you.”
“That’s all I am to you, right,” I growl. “A whore. A good time?”
“No, you’re far, far more than that.”
Then he crushes his lips down over mine, causing my breath to get stuck in my throat. I whimper and my entire body goes weak as his hand slides around my back, bringing me closer to him. His kiss is desperate, rough and a little angry. It’s full of passion and confusion, and it’s all consuming.
He doesn’t waste time; there is no going slowly tonight. His hand goes down and he takes hold of my dress, sliding it up. He bunches it around my waist with one hand while the other fumbles with his pants. He frees his cock and then reaches down, his lips on my neck, and jerks my panties aside. Well, if you could call them panties. They’re more a scrap of material.
He presses me against the window, using it to hold most of my weight while he lifts my leg and wraps it around his hip, my heel digging into his ass. He groans at the feeling. “Fuck, those heels, baby,” he murmurs. “Make it hurt.”
With pleasure.
He takes his cock, pressing it against my entrance and then he’s inside me, deep and hard. He doesn’t give me fast thrusts; instead he grinds against me, only pulling his cock out just slightly. His hips rotate as he fucks me slowly against the window, rubbing over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside me, the material on his pants rubbing against my exposed clit.
I press my heels into his thigh, using him to tilt my body up so he can fuck me deeper, slower. He tangles his fingers into my hair, tilting my head back and staring down at me, keeping his eyes pinned to mine as he takes all of me. God, the deep yet slow thrusting is bringing me to heights I’ve never known.
“Yes,” I mewl as I reach the edge and hang just slightly over, not quite getting to where I need to go because I’m too greedy to let myself find that release.
“Your cunt is so tight on my dick,” he growls into my ear. “Like a snug little glove. Let go for me, baby. I need to feel you pulse around me.”
He cups my ass with his hand, squeezing it as he picks up his pace, fucking me harder and harder until I’m screaming his name. Then I come, and when I do, it’s explosive. For a moment I see nothing but stars. I hear nothing but the sounds of my own screams. I feel nothing but him. When he loses control I feel his cock explode, reminding me just how much it loves my body.
“Baby,” he grunts into my ear. “Fuck.”
It takes us a long time to come down after that, but eventually Reign pulls out, shoving his cock into his pants and straightening himself up. I pull my panties back over and let my dress drop, knowing full well I’ll need to go and clean myself up before I can join everyone again.
“I’m sorry,” I say, looking up at him, admiring his just-fucked hair that he’s running his fingers through, trying to fix.
“You made a fool of me out there today,” he says, finally looking at me.
