Hard to Break

“Do as I say, and it’ll feel good, baby. Don’t…” He runs a hand over my ass. “And it won’t.”

I shudder.

He takes hold of my jeans and reaches around, unbuttoning them and pulling them down over my hips and off my legs. I step out of them and color rises to my cheeks when I realize I’m bent over, with no pants on. “Fuck,” Tazen growls, and my embarrassment quickly flees, leaving me only with lust. He likes what he sees.

I like that.

I hear him shuffling around, then he steps forward and places a warm, hard hand on my ass. He squeezes roughly and I whimper, going up on my tiptoes. “Stay still, angel, or I’ll make this ass sting.”

Oh boy.

I stop moving and he runs his hands over my backside, before dipping lower and gliding through my exposed sex. I groan as he rasps, “Fucking wet already. You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Qui

Dirty fucker. I love it.

“I want,” I gasp as he dips a finger into my heat and finds my clit. He starts massaging it gently.

“Yes?” he prompts.

“I want … oh God.”

“That’s not an answer, baby. Last chance. What do you want?”

“For you t-t-t-to…” Dammit he’s rubbing so perfectly, sparks are flying right to my core and I don’t want to talk, I just want to feel his fingers all over me.

His hand comes down with a slap over my bottom and I cry out. He reaches down and squeezes my ass cheek where he just slapped it.

“Now,” he growls. “What do you want me to do, Qui

“I want … I want you to lick me.”

“Lick you where?” he says in a thick voice.

His finger is ru

“R-r-r-right there,” I gasp, arching up as he slips a finger inside my sex.

“Here, baby?”

“Y-y-y-yes.”

“You want me to lick your sweet pussy?”

I cry out and yell, “Yes, god, yes.”

He slips his fingers from my depths and I hear a thud as his knees hit the floor. Then he leans forward and buries his face right into me. I squirm forward, not loving the position, but with a few adjustments, he manages to tilt his head and slide his tongue right in. His fingers and mouth work my clit and sex, and I throw my head back in ecstasy, not just over the erotic position but how incredibly amazing it feels.

“Tazen,” I yell, uncaring if anyone outside can hear. “Fuck. Yes.”

I come so hard my knees buckle. Tazen’s arm goes around my belly and he holds me still as he licks every last shudder from me. Then he hangs onto me as he stands. “Get your footing baby, you’re about to need it.”

The sounds of his zipper going down and a condom wrapper being torn alert me to the fact that I most certainly will need it. His hands find my hips and he curls his body over mine, his cock pressing into my ass as he whispers in my ear. “You ready for me?”

“Yes,” I rasp.

“How do you feel about hair pulling?”

My body spasms. God, is it wrong that I would seriously love that? I couldn’t imagine anything better than Tazen taking hold of my hair as he drives his cock in and out of my flesh.

“I think I would love that.”

He nips my earlobe. “I knew there was a good reason you and I hit it off.”

He pushes off me and slides his hand up my back until he reaches my hair. He tangles his fingers in the back of it, then he presses his cock to my entrance and pushes in, in one hard thrust. I cry out and my feet skitter forward as the amazing sensation swarms over me. My fingers curl into the sheet and Tazen’s fingers tighten in my hair.

Then he uses it to tip my head back slightly as he starts fucking me. We’d be quite the picture, with me bent over this beautiful car, Tazen’s hands tangled in my hair, his cock driving in and out of me. The very image has my moans going from soft to frantic as my pussy hugs him, already needing a release. His grunts are low, deep and damned sexy as he drives deeper and deeper.

I push up on my hands as he tugs my hair harder. My neck is titled backwards, my back bowing and god, it feels fucking incredible. The sounds of our skin slapping are echoing through the garage and I am charging closer and closer to that edge.

“I’m going to,” I gasp. “Tazen, I’m going to come.”

“Yes, fuck yes.”

He fucks harder and I explode with a scream. My entire body breaks out into a thousand tingles as the most intense pleasure roars through me, finding every nerve and lighting it on fire. I scream Tazen’s name over and over again, and he becomes frantic with his movements. Then he lets off a loud bellow and stills inside me, tugging my hair harder and grinding his hips against mine.

We’ve barely come down from our high when the sounds of banging interrupt us. I flinch and all my remaining tremors rush to my stomach and turn into nerves. Who the hell would that be? Tazen turns his head to the side and stares at the garage door. He narrows his eyes and then stiffens when a husky female voice calls out, “Tazen Watts, get your fine ass out here.”

“Fuck,” Tazen grunts, pulling out of me quickly.

My knees wobble as I push off the car and turn to him. “Who is that?”

“That is Sheye

He leans down and lifts my jeans, tossing them at me without a glance. My heart burns as he doesn’t even give me a second glance as he walks towards the door, buttoning up his jeans. “Get those clothes on,” he orders, not looking at me. I swallow the hurt rising in my chest, as I watch the man who just fucked me turn cold as ice.

“I … I have to go out that door.”

He stops as he reaches it and looks over his shoulder at me. “Fine. Just tell her you work here.”

Why should I tell her anything?

She’s not his girlfriend … is she?

I’ve heard her name thrown around a bit lately and Murray said something about them dating for three years. Is there something I don’t know? My body fills with anxiety as I put on my jeans and stand, pulling them up. I run my fingers through my hair, pull the sheet off the car and watch in horror as Tazen tucks the condom into his back pocket. Then he reaches for the door.

I scurry towards the female bathroom, not wanting to make it seem obvious that we just had some seriously amazing sex. I get in just as I hear him say, “What are you doing here, Shey?”

The door shuts behind me and I press myself against it, taking a few panting breaths. I press a hand over my heart, steadying my breathing, before walking over to the mirror and splashing some water on my face. I’m midway through doing this when the door swings open and Sheye

I stop abruptly and take in the stu

She’s possibly Italian, or maybe Spanish. She has long, raven hair that is tack straight and falling to her waist. Her eyes are as dark as the night and her skin is coffee and cream. She’s tall, she’s lean and she’s so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at her.

“And he tells me he has no one in here,” she says, waving a hand at me.

“Sheye

Sheye

Oh boy.

This is getting awkward fast.

“Ah,” I say. “I’m just leaving.”

“Damn right you’re leaving, bitch,” she hisses.

My back straightens. I can handle a nasty woman, but a woman that calls me names when she doesn’t even know me … I don’t think so. Tazen notices my shift, and tugs Sheye

“You know,” I say in a sugar sweet voice. “You’re right, I did fuck him just now. Last time I checked, he was a free man. Oh, and it’s rude to call someone a bitch when you’re one yourself.” I wave a hand between us. “Pot, meet kettle.”