You’re not showering before going back to him

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I told you, you'd come back. I knew it. It's a little bit faster, even, than I would have thought.

I think I said something like six months. It's barely been fucking three. Ugh, you're disgusting.

You're hot. And fucking fantastic. And you disgust me.

You fucking leave here. And go take up with Steve from Accounts Receivable. Because you want stability, and normalcy, and predictability, and routine.

A partner who doesn't keep getting arrested and disappearing. Okay. That was like one or two times for each of those things.

Big fucking deal. You'd trade that for a flat, lifeless Steve from Accounts Receivable sex life? Oh, don't give me that bullshit.

I know it's fucking flat and whatever. Oh, so he makes you cum. Anybody can make you cum.

I can make you cum. By looking at you the right way. I don't give a goddamn shit.

You make me cum. Everybody makes you cum, baby. Does everybody make you cum sixteen times before the sex starts, though? Or so many times in total you lose fucking track? And look up at him speechless.

Shaking. Quivering. Incomplete surrender.

And awe. And respect. And dare I say, fear.

I fucked you till you were afraid. I know it. I saw it in your eyes.

You couldn't believe how good it felt. You didn't know you could be taken to those places. And you were afraid of me.

How strong I was. How horny I was. How able to fuck your beautiful pussy in your smoke show body.

And to hang in there for minutes and hours. Unfazed. Totally in control.

Yeah. You're telling me that guy stacks up to that? I don't fucking think so.

Or else why would you be in my driveway at ten AM? I gave you more dick than you could fucking handle for years. I gave you so much fucking dick you would tap out most nights.

And I would have to finish myself off or you would blow me. How many nights did I sit on your chest or jerk myself off onto your face or chest or lie on our sides facing each other while you jerked me off? Because you couldn't handle being fucked any longer.

I'd fucked you to your complete capacity. Take it. Yeah.

A lot. That's what I thought. So don't talk about you left me for any other reason.

Other than you had some midlife crisis and decided to fucking put yourself out to pasture. And now here you are. Thinking you can just float back into my life and get this dick.

Like it's no thing. Like I'll just do that for you and send you on your way all fucking honky dory, huh? Well, we'll see about that.

You need to go look for clothes in the basement. Give me a fucking break. I'll tell you one thing.

If I do give you any fuck here, I'm going to finish standing over you onto your face. And I'm going to tell you how desperate and pathetic and replaceable and skanky you fucking seem to me. You heard me.

Not many cushioning words in there, huh? Yeah, I said skank. I meant it not to be confused with slutty or slut or whore.

Those are all venerable, honorable, wonderful terms. I mean, in the disloyal, turn-your-back-on-daddy, didn't-behave-well, acting-like-a-brat, and not-in-a-fun-bratty-game way, but in a you're-a-goddamn-brat way. And you need discipline.

You can't handle the dick I already give you. And you're about to have to fucking figure out how to take a whole lot more. Yeah, that's right, because as you've been standing here, I've been looking at you.

You do look good. And you do look hungry for it. You do.

I see it in your eyes. I see it in your fucking eyes. You're hungry.

You're thirsty. You got that side eye. Oh, God.

Guess what? You better dig deep within yourself and find that inner reserve of fortitude and strength. And find a way to take a whole lot of dick.

Because that is what is going to be coming your way. And there is no tapping out. You got that? If you start, there's no tapping out until I say we're done.

You hear me? You agree? Yeah, I agree to start.

You're consenting to the fact that I say we're done. That I say when the dick's down thoroughly enough. How do you feel about that? Let me get an out loud yes.

Yes, Daddy, you decide when the dick down's done. Let me hear it. I'm not even dropping my fucking pants.

It's lighter. That's right. And then you're going to beg.

God, you're going to beg. You are going to beg me every step of the way. You're going to beg me to take it out.

You're going to beg me to let you suck it. You're going to beg me to put it in you. You're going to beg me to fuck you.

You're going to beg me to cum in you. You're going to beg me to put it in your ass. And then guess what? After all that is said and done, then guess what? Then you're going to beg me to use my shower before you go back home to Steve from accounting.

And guess what? The answer is going to be no. Hell no.

Maybe if you're a good girl in the meantime, next time you can shower off and go home cold and hide the fact that you were here and I'll provide an alibi and act like it never happened. That's only if you're a good fucking girl. A good fucking girl.

But today, you came in here crawling and groveling, having fucking done me wrong. You will not shower. And you're not going anywhere now.

I'm going to get my dick on you. Get my smell and sweat all over your body. Rub my skin against yours as much as I can so if you stink like me, go ahead.

We'll redeem sex on another day. But I'm not going to let you fucking shower or even clean up. You better go straight home.

Or better yet, he's at work. Where's he work? That's on the way.

You stop and see him. Say you brought him lunch or coffee or something and you give him a big hug and you record it on your phone. But I want to hear his reaction to smelling how much you reed of sex and to see if he notices the wet spot in your trim jeans formed by your pussy still gushing as you think about what I just did to you and my cum slowly dribbling back out of you.

I want to hear his reaction as he sees through your shirts on this night out and you have to look him in the eye and stab her and hem the haul and try to avoid explaining to him that you were just too pent up that he had just not been doing enough to alleviate your tension and stress and you have to go get a real man to take you down again that you left me for other reasons but absolutely nothing to do with sex. Isn't that right? Yeah, that was one reason you definitely didn't need me, wasn't it? That was probably the biggest con to me giving up the fucking wild sex we had.

Yeah, you fucking slut. No, buddy, you're knocking up on my heart. Get over here.

I'm not kissing you. Get on your knees. Get on your knees.

That's it. I'm gonna fucking unbutton my pants now and you go right to work. Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fucking hard as shit. I know. Yeah, you like that.

I like that look in your eyes. What's that look in your eyes? It's a text.

You're being detected. Wow. Yeah.

That's big steel hard as fuck. Ah. I don't give a shit if Steve comes.

That's not funny. Ah. Fourteen-inch fucking python cock.

Guaranteed fucking slap that thing around like a wet poodle. Ah-ah. Can't tell his dick from his elbow.

Ah. But I'd be willing to bet that your dad's got a little something against you from the way you just looked at it. The way your eyes just said it.

Yeah. Ah. Three inches long interstice.

An infinite number of interstices. Interstice slap. Ah.

I don't know. Ah. Ah.