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“GET THE FUCK out of here,” I ordered, shoving Brandy away from me. I’d found her waiting for me on my porch after leaving Griffin’s. She’d been sitting there, alone in the dark, just like always. Needing me to get her off before returning to her boss.
Always loving a challenge, she ignored my anger. “Come on, baby, don’t be like that,” she pouted, snuggling up against me. She reached down, below my button, and began caressing my cock through the fabric. “See, he already wants to come out and play.”
“You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve,” I muttered, letting her stroke me. The truth was I was still hornier than a mother-fucker and needed to do something about it. I didn’t care for the whores at Griffin’s and with everything that had gone on at the club, there hadn’t been time to go looking for a woman who would take my mind off of Adriana’s tight little ass.
“I’m sorry,” whispered Brandy, rubbing her tits against my chest. She was dressed in a skirt that barely covered her crotch and a tank top that displayed her fake breasts, the ones that I’d reluctantly paid for last summer. She’d hated her B-cups, said that they didn’t make her feel up to par with some of the other Old Ladies. Hell, I missed the old Brandy. The one before the fake boobs and even faker smiles. The one who’d promised to follow me to the moon and back.
“You’re lucky I don’t fucking kick your ass off of my porch,” I replied in a husky voice. I looked around the neighborhood and noticed the other houses were dark. Most of my neighbors were in their twenties and thirties. Apparently, everyone was asleep or busy fucking each other. The thought made me even harder.
“I know. I can’t help it, though. I need to feel you inside of me, Raptor. I miss you so much.”
Should have thought of that before you fucked me over, I thought. “You miss me, huh? Tell me what you miss.”
Brandy unbuckled my jeans and reached inside. “This,” she whispered, pulling out my cock, which was as hard as a rock. “Oh, my God, I miss this so much.”
Looking up and down the street again, I pulled her further into the shadows of my porch. “Get on your knees,” I ordered.
Brandy didn’t even hesitate. She got down and began sucking me off. As I watched her head bobbing and her lips sliding back and forth, I grabbed the railing behind me and closed my eyes. Instead of the lying bitch who was now getting me off, the one who’d cut me to the core with her cheating, I imagined the kitten with the green eyes and sexy smile. Adriana. Her tongue, circling the head of my cock, while she cupped my balls. Her hot, wet mouth, urging me on so she could suck me dry. It didn’t take long before my hips were bucking and I was shooting my load into her mouth. Adriana’s mouth.
“That was fast,” said Brandy, wiping her lips.
I opened my eyes and sighed. Not fast enough as far as I was concerned. I took off my T-shirt and wiped my dick off.
“Mm... I love your muscles,” she said, running her hand over my chest.
I didn’t say anything, I just stared at her, unable to believe I’d wasted two years with someone like her.
“My turn, right?” she whispered, giggling nervously. “On the porch?”
I smiled coldly. “Oh, I see. You want me to munch your box on my porch?
Brandy leaned against the railing and spread her legs apart. Then she raised her skirt, exposing her hot-pink panties. The ones I’d purchased for her at Victoria’s Secret. “Yeah. Mm... I’m already wet just thinking about your tongue.”
Grunting, I zipped up my jeans, bundled up the T-shirt, and walked toward the front door.
“Raptor?” she pouted.
I looked over my shoulder. “Don’t come back here again, Brandy.”
“What the fuck? I just gave you a fucking blow job and you’re going to leave me here like this? I need to get off, too, Trevor,” she whined, calling me by my real name.
“Get off?” I opened the door and walked inside. Then I turned to look back at her. “Why don’t you get off my damn porch and go home.”
Her face darkened. “That’s not funny.”
“Not trying to be,” I said. “Get out of my life and stay the fuck out this time.”
She crossed her arms under her chest and smirked. “You’re just saying that. I know you.”
She had me there. Last week I’d been so drunk, I’d even broken down and fucked her. But, I’d had enough. “Just like I thought I knew you. You made your bed, Brandy. It’s time to lay in it.”
She dropped her hands and took a step toward me. “But, I want to lay in your bed,” she pouted. “Come on, baby.”
I raised my hand. “Sorry, but I don’t allow whores in my bed. Not anymore. Thanks for the blow job, by the way. I’ve got a twenty in my wallet if you’re charging for it now.”
She glared at me. “You asshole.”
“I prefer ‘dick’ but you can call me whatever you want. Just don’t... call me baby,” I said, before shutting the door in her face.
“Fuck you!” she hollered from the other side.
Smiling to myself, I went upstairs and took a shower.
THIRTY MINUTES LATER, I was unwrapping a frozen pizza when my cell phone rang. Not recognizing the number, I answered it anyway.
“Raptor?”
My eyes widened. “Adriana? Is that you?”
“Uh, yeah. Listen, I need a ride home.” She sighed. “You know what, I’m sorry to bother you. I should just call a cab.”
“No. Wait,” I said, putting the pizza back in the freezer. “I’ll give you a ride. It’s not a problem. Where are you?”
“I’m really not sure. Hold on.”
“You at one of the clubs?”
“No,” she laughed humorlessly. “Actually I’m at some rest-stop. There’s a sign over here. Hold on.”
“What do you mean you’re at a rest-stop? Is Krystal with you?”
“No.”
“Where is she?”
“I don’t know,” she said and then it sounded like she was crying. “Some guy brought me here. He said that he was going to take me home.”
My gut clenched angrily. “What?”
“Yeah. He, um,” she sniffed, “he tried making a move on me and I threw up on him.”
I relaxed. “You did?”
She laughed nervously. “I don’t even know what really happened or why I threw up. I mean, I hardly drank anything all night. Then I guess I passed out. When I woke up, he had his hands all over me.”
“Where is this fucker?” I growled, wanting to kill the bastard. It sounded like Adriana had been slipped some kind of a date-rape drug. “The guy who did this to you?”
“Jason? I don’t know. He left. Okay, I’m at Pinefield Rest Area. Do you know where that is?”
“No,” I said, trying to calm down. “But, I’ll find it. I’m leaving right now.”
“Thanks, Raptor,” she said softly.
“Call me Trevor,” I said, surprised at myself.
“Thanks, Trevor.”
“Watch for me. I’ll get there as soon as possible.”
“Okay.”