She can't help but be attracted to you...and she knows that. She'll come around eventually, man. Don't worry.
My hand grabs those soft, black curls and I yank back. The force of which feels like I'm six years old again, popping off the cheap heads of my five sisters' Dollar Store dolls for fun.
Jesus. I think to myself. Calm the fuck down. You don't want to kill her.
Much like when my sisters would find me and beat me up as punishment for destroying their toys, I don't want her growling or snapping at me just because I got a little too excited. I don't want her to change her mind and tell me to stop.
It's an animal attraction. Instinct. She can't fight it anymore than the others can.
All the guys had assured me that eventually it would happen. Eventually I would be in the moment I was in now. But for fucks' sake I didn't think it would be inside of a tiny ass trailer. And it's not even the one I live in, but one of the ones we use for work. In Stephanie's part of the tiny shelter of all places.
Stephanie was more like an assistant than part of the crew. But still. She isn't going to be too happy when she comes in tomorrow and finds her papers she left stacked are misorganized because someone knocked them over and they fell on the floor.
I won't say shit. I won't admit to shit.
This thought keeps replaying in my brain as I hear another thought say calmly that I'll just pick the papers up and restack them again. Everyone will still get yelled at by Steph come the morning meeting. But Steph's a tough bitch who yells at everyone regardless. It's one of the reasons we all like her.
Now, the bitch I have bent over Steph's desk?
Well, she's different.
This bitch is a tough one, too. But not in the good way like Steph. No, this bitch that's moaning as I bite her neck is more stubborn than tough. She's one where you tell her not to touch the stove, but she'll do it anyway just to spite you.
That's the kind of bitch I'm dealing with right now.
Tara.
But she is also one that my only thoughts are about driving into her balls deep in dick with.
Great for me.
I thought I liked tough women once upon a time. I suppose it couldn't be helped. My mom, grandmas, aunts, female cousins, and all of my sisters are tough. But then I got Tara. And I realized that maybe it'd have been better for me if I was able to be attracted to more docile bitches.
For one, getting the sex would probably be easier. For two, sweet, quiet, submissive bitches probably wouldn't have me questioning if I should do it to her like I am tonight.
Because tough bitches come with a whole lot of crazy. And if I'd been any other man, free with choice, I would go for the reserved girl. Or just another Normie like I'd had in the past. But because of who I am, well, my kind only end up with the tough, hard to please bitches. The ones that make men spend their whole lives doing whatever it is to make her happy.
Again. Great.
But...
No one will know. No one will know. Because...
I won't say shit.
I won't admit to shit.
In a way it's actually perfect for me that Tara is so stubborn. Because no one will know. She'll make sure of that. You can get rid of a scent. As long as she covers her tracks...we'll be fine.
Especially since she's not supposed to be here in the first place.
Let alone by herself with me.
Her back is arched. Waiting for me to beat my cock inside of her.
