Love Me ~ Like That by Renee Kennedy Read Free Book Online Page B

Maybe, just maybe, he can last long enough for me? Who am I kidding? I need to make this as fast as possible in case I’m needed inside. I reach into his boxers and take out his erection, positioning it so I can slide down. He reaches down and reclines the seat all the way back. He places his hands on my hips to help me move. My mind has shut down. I’m in my zone. Nothing else matters, but getting him to his release. My toes are curling and I dig my fingers in his hair pulling it. I need faster. I need more. Maybe I can have my own. He rubs his thumb in my wetness then circles on my bundle of nerves—those achingly slow circles. I tingle, and he intensifies the pressure of his thumb. My little man in the boat throbs He rows and rows his boat, and my nipples tighten. I’m so close, but my boat doesn’t get to finish the race.
    Hendrix finds his own release, and I’m squeezing him of every drop he has to offer. I let out a tiny moan of frustration, which he thinks is my release. I let him believe it so he thinks everything is kosher. He tried really hard to help me get to my pleasure point when we first got together. He would get so mad whenever I told him I needed him to push me a little further into my own release. At first, I didn’t hide that I didn’t orgasm, but I quickly learned revealing that was a problem for him.
    Once he comes, he never pursues anything further which leaves me teetering on the edge of ecstasy and absolute frustration. I’ve never orgasmed with him. So my motto is fake it until you make it. After the first few times we had sex, he bought me the exerciser for doing Kegels and told me that my “twat” was the size of Bolivia, and that was the reason I could never get off with him.When I got mad he said he was just joking, of course. I wanted to tell him if he was the size of a man and not a baby, things would be a lot easier, but I didn’t argue. Now, I just fake it. I’ll just finish the job inside. I have fresh batteries.
    His head’s laying on the headrest. He’s spent now.
    “Bay, seriously,” he sighs, “best car fuck ever. I knew you wanted me, you just needed to be reminded.”
    I give him one more kiss, “Every time with you Hendrix is my best time ever.” I keep the disappointment out of my voice. He needs this from me. He likes his ego stroked. Climbing back over into my seat, I take what’s left of my lace panties and clean up as much as possible. I take out a plastic baggie and a couple wipes from the glove box. Needless to say, this happens a lot so he’s prepared. After I finish, I put everything in the baggie. Heaven help me if I make a mess in this car.
    Hendrix treats his BMW M4 convertible better than he does me. I love his car, white with red leather interior. He babies this car, having it hand washed every couple of days. That’s why he doesn’t want to go down our gravel driveway; he is scared the car will get scratched. It is sexy, but I wish he would treat me as well as he does his car. When I asked to drive it, he totally freaked. Asshat, it’s just a car. A very nice expensive sports car!
    From the monitor, I hear Papa get up. Duty calls. I slip on my shorts and shirt and hop out of the car. “I’ll be right back, babe.”
    Hendrix cranks his engine, rolls his window down “Fuck it, Bailey, you never have time for me. I’m sick of this shit.” He is almost screaming at me.
    “All you came over here for was a quick fuck, you got what you want, so go!” I point down the street.
    He squeals his tires.
    I’m left standing on the side of the road, wondering when I will learn to keep my temper down. As much as I love him, he infuriates me sometimes.
    From the monitor, I hear Granny has managed to settle Papa down during our exchange. From across the street, I hear, “Does he always treat you that way?”
    With the full moon, I can see Cash’s outline sitting on a tailgate. What business is this of his? Temper. Bailey, get your temper under control