Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
“Come on, Kay, you have to come to Nick’s coming home party,” Tiffany begged. “He really wants to see you, and I know you miss him. It’s been what? Two years?”
I chewed at my lower lip as I nodded. It’d been a long time since my ex got locked up. Of course, I missed him, I was addicted to him but it was something I tried never to admit to myself. The man is toxic, dangerous, and so fucking sexy it hurts. I can’t say no when I’m around him. No matter how dumb the thing he’s asking me to do is, I always agree just to see him smile at me. I literally CAN’T go to his welcoming home party. It’d be better for me if I just pretended he was never, ever getting out of prison.
Addicted To My Exconvicts Cock
I should have been more clued in to what was happening when Tiffany showed up at my house two weeks later, begging to go out dancing. She even brought me a dress to wear. It was short, tight, and so cute. I needed a night to relax anyway, so I agreed and we started pregaming as we got all dressed up for a night of shaking our asses at random strangers.
I was pretty lit when we got in the car, and Tiff drove us right to Nick’s mom’s house instead of a club. “No, no, no. Tiff! What the fuck? I said I didn’t wanna be here. Come on, take me home.” She shot me a lopsided look and shrugged.
“Nick made me promise I’d get you here.” She got out of the car, and I dropped my flushed forehead to the cool pane of the passenger’s side window. Looking out at the front yard, all his friends and family were gathered around him. God, the sun was setting, and his ebony skin looked like sin in the golden hour. His perfect smile turned toward the car as Tiffany exited, and I heard his dreamy voice yell out.
Cant Say No
“Yooo, is that Kay?” He pushed past the group around him and squeezed Tiff in a hug. It almost looked like she was swooning in his arms, but his gaze was directed at the passenger door. He pulled it open and hauled me out of the seat and into his big arms. Ugh, he smelled so fucking good, and his muscled chest fit my head perfectly as his hands smoothed up and down my back. “Fuck, baby girl. I missed you so much.” His voice was husky in my ear, the key to my undoing. I whimpered a little and squeezed my eyes shut.
“I can’t be here, Nick.” Even to my own ears, my voice sounded weak. He slammed the car door and started to pull me towards the house. I glared at Tiffany, who looked at me with a sour expression.
Nick’s big hand cupped my ass, and his lips found my neck. “It’s been two years without pussy, and yours was the only one I wanted to bury myself in, baby. Come upstairs with me.”
My insides melted at the thought of two years of sexual frustration being pounded into my soaked pussy. Just like always, I couldn’t say no to Nick.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357