Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Denise saw his number and smiled triumphantly. She knew he couldn’t turn her down. “Be here in 15 minutes! Door will be open. I’ll be in bed, starting without you” she instructed him. ‘Fuckin bitch’ he thought. He’d show her who had the control. He grabbed his keys, went to turn off the TV, when they said “the winner is Harley Stewart” for Best Female Vocalist of The Year. He stopped, frozen. Listening to her speech. “Wow! Thank you everyone, so much. To all my family and friends. I’ll forget peoples names, so I’ll just say this. It’s been a very sad couple of years for me. Ya’ll took such care of me, loved me, and helped me heal. I’m home again, and ready for whatever life brings me. Thank you.” tears streamed down her face. He couldn’t watch her anymore. She burned through him. He thought Denise would get him back on track. Turning the TV off, he walked out of the house.
Richie nearly turned around several times. Thinking this really wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted Harley. To lay her down and be inside her. Make her cry out from pure pleasure. He knew he could make her feel good, alive again. He had never had any complaints when it came to his sexual abilities.

Walking up the stairs to Denise’s room, his dick already hard, he was ready to give her exactly the “adult time” she wanted. Stepping inside her room, closing and locking the door behind him. She lay there completely naked. She hadn’t lied when she said she’d start without him. She had her fingers rapidly rubbing her clit. Letting out a gasp as she came. That was his cue. Taking off his shirt. Then sliding his shorts down. Walking over to the bed, he stroked his dick while climbing onto the bed, starting at her feet, crawling up her, he kissed her legs, working his way inside her thighs. Forcefully spreading her legs apart to make room for him. Turning his head slightly to kiss her mound. Lightly nibbling and bitting her skin. He placed a nice soft kiss on her clit. Then slid his tongue inside her. To taste her sweetness. He let out a big moan as he tasted her. He loved nothing more than the taste of a woman. Inhaling through gritted teeth, she knew he was on fire. Harley, flashed in his mind. He frowned and shook his head. Richie propped himself on his knee’s. Stroking his hard cock, again. His juices beading up on the head. He looked up at Denise with fire in his eyes. She hadn’t seen him like this in years. She knew she was gonna have fun tonight. “you want this?” he asked. His voice scruffier than usual. She nodded her head. “NO, I asked, do you want this? Cause you aren’t getting it, till I hear you say it.” He demanded. Knowing he had the control. She’s not the only one who can play games. She squirmed “yes, I want it” she told him sheepishly. But it wasn’t good enough for Richie. “What do you want?” he asked, still stroking. Rubbing his juices into the purple colored skin of his head. “I want you fuck me hard with your cock” she confessed. He smiled, a devilish smile. He let go of himself long enough to grab her legs, lifting one leg, he swung it in front of him to position her on her stomach. “Roll over” he instructed her. Doggie style wasn’t her favorite position, but clearly this was Richie’s show tonight and he was gonna take her to heaven. He grabbed her by the hips and brought her ass up to his hard dick. Grabbing it, he guided it into her and thrust hard into her. She let out a cry of pleasure and pain. He never did that before. Usually he would start slow and work his way to a consistent, hard thrust. She thought clearly, this was about him tonight. She wasn’t objecting. With the pain, came extreme pleasure. Richie’s eyes were closed. He was very consistent in his rhythm, but he was thrusting so hard, you could hear his body slapping against her ass with every push. Sweat began to form on his face and chest. The pain subsided and she was fully accepting of his 9” hardness. Denise could feel it building inside her. Richie reached under her and glided his long, skinny finger over her hard clit. Sending her into a wave of orgasmic release. Mashing her own face into a pillow, as to not wake her kids. Richie had no mercy. He kept going. Even faster now, but with just as much strength. His balls were throbbing to release his cum inside her. He was so close when Denise thought she would play a little, and pulled away from him. His look of frustration, when she rolled over and looked at him. She sat up “ I wanna suck you off” she insisted. She grabbed his cock and started licking and sucking his head. He let out a deep moan. She sucked him deeper. His cock was so big, there was no way to take it all in. While sucking, bobbing her head back and forth, she placed her right hand around the base of his shaft and stroked at the same time, creating a perfect rhythm. Her left hand cupped his balls. His breathing was very loud and irregular. “I’m gonna cum” he warned her. She could feel his cock pulsate, she knew. Richie’s head went back, he had a hold of her head. His face distorted in such a beautiful way. Much like the faces he made while playing his beloved guitars. Denise kept him in her mouth till he started to soften a bit. She couldn’t wait for that to happen, so she could spit out that nasty stuff in her mouth. She wasn’t fond of it and never swallowed. Quickly pulling back, she ran to the bathroom, spitting it out and brushing her teeth. When she walked back out, Richie was already dressed with his car keys in hand. “Leaving already? Nothing like fuck and run!” she said feeling slightly insulted and hurt. “Sorry baby, Ava’s home alone and I don’t wanna keep her that way long” he said as he walked over to her, placed his hand around the back of her head and placing a kiss on her forehead. “See ya, kid” he said. She was stunned by this entire experience. The more she thought about it, the more pissed she got. ‘Who did he think he was anyways?’ she thought. ‘Son of a bitch’.