Say Uncle

By: C.M. Steele

I hated that I felt for this fuck, but I did. I just fucked his girl. She was feeling awful for wanting me, letting me fill her up and satisfy her. Yet she didn’t run away. I tossed the phone on the table with mine. She was going to learn that I wasn’t going to take this shit any longer. She was losing the ex.

Once she was out of the bathroom, I kissed her hard. I groaned as I slipped the towel off her body. Trailing my hands down her wet body, I placed my hands on her round ass cheeks. Giving them a squeeze, I lifted her up and into my erection.

“I just got out of the shower,” she scolded as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“I don’t care,” I uttered before taking her mouth again and grasping her slender neck and sliding my hand into her hair, tugging roughly while I ground my cock into her. She started to moan as I worked her body, making her forget her ex again.

“You’re done with Kevin,” I voiced as I laid her down on the bed, parting her thighs and pushing my way back into her heat.

“No,” she renounced.

“No, you want me to stop, or no, you’re going to stay with him?”

“I don’t want you to stop,” she specified. That was enough for me to say fuck her feelings. I started driving into her wet, eager pussy, fucking her hard without kissing her again. Getting off was all that I was aiming for at the moment. She was going to be left hanging and maybe she’d learn not to fucking piss me off. With a few more strokes, I pulled out and emptied my come on her belly.

Our argument was still in the forefront of my mind from the other day. The fact that she still wanted him galled me. Just because she gave me her pussy again didn’t mean I forgot that she refused to stop dealing with that fuck, so I pushed her away from me and climbed off the bed like she was nothing but another lay for me.

Going into the bathroom, I washed my dick off, then came back to get dressed. When I came out of the room, she was gone. What the fuck? I looked out in the hallway without a shirt on.

“Did she steal your wallet?” some guy leaving his room asked because my face was furious.

“No, she’s just my bratty-ass woman who thinks she’s funny,” I grouched before I closed the door to his “good luck.”

When I got a hold of her, I was going to let her know how mad I was at her. I called my brother, and he said that he and the wife were going to a comedy show tonight and I should come with.

“Candy’s inviting her daughter too,” he offered. Perfect—I had a few choice words for her before she got fucked into submission.

“Good. I wanted to talk to her anyway,” I growled. After what her mother said in her text, I didn’t think they’d be speaking at all, but I guess she didn’t care.

“She hasn’t said yes yet, but she will,” Ted reassured me like he could tell I was interested.

“So what are you guys up to right now?” I asked.

“Candy wants to go shopping,” he said sardonically.

“Do you want me to come with you two?” I knew he didn’t like shopping, or rather, waiting for a woman to shop.

“Hell, yeah! You know I can’t stand waiting for a female to shop,” he snarled.

“Fine, bro, where do you want me to meet you?”

“In the lobby is cool.”

“Okay, I’ll be down in five,” I replied before hanging up.

Chapter 5

I got downstairs, and guess who was standing next to Ted and making me extremely jealous—my Angel.

“So we meet again,” Candy said. She practically jumped into my arms, and that made Angel really pissed off. It was okay, because at the present moment I was furious with her. First, she left me after I spilled my nut both in and on her. Second, she was wearing something so damn provocative at least three men who passed by all stared at her ass.

I squeezed Candy tightly and growled, “I can see why my brother likes you.” I let them take it the way it sounded, but I sure as hell didn’t mean it as a compliment. She was as fake as they came, and her huge fake tits were my brother’s weakness. After he lost his wife to breast cancer ten years ago, he hated real breasts. Women with fake tits were the only kind he liked now. It was obvious to us all who knew how happy he’d been with Sally that her death had destroyed him.

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