Chapter 3
Nate
"No. I'm not sleeping with you. Asshole." Ashley threw a pillow at me as I walked into the bedroom.
I swatted it away and closed the door behind me. "I didn't ask you, Ash. Strip. Now."
"No. Fuck you." She wrapped her arms around her thick chest and shook her head. The beautiful creamy curve of her big tits pushed through the top of her V-neck shirt. She was hot as sin but so broken and corrupt on the inside that no manner of makeup would ever convince me that she was anything but wicked.
"I'll say it one last time." I reached down and undid my belt before pulling it off.
"I'm not scared of you."
"Are you wet?" I licked my lips as she pressed her back to the wall beside her.
"Of course I am. You're here, you bastard."
"Such a naughty mouth. Does your sugar daddy allow you to talk like that?" I pulled the belt off and moved to sit on the bed. "Come here and do what I told you to do."
"No. I'm not getting undressed for you. I heard you in the kitchen, Nate."
"And it's nothing you didn't already know." I glanced over my shoulder. "You have three seconds and I'm going to walk out of this room and you can fuck yourself for all I care. I know what you want, what you need. Come get it and stop being a brat."
She huffed and walked around the bed to stand in front of me. "Why don't you love me? We've been together forever."
"One."
"Nate. You're my best friend. We planned this life together. Why would you-"
"Two." I popped the belt and her breathing got off. She could play with someone else. I'd known her too long.
"Fuck you." She tugged her shirt over her head and worked her bra off with efficiency.
"Put your back to me and take off the skirt. Tease me, if you remember how to." I jerked my wrist and popped the side of her thigh with the belt. She moaned loudly before putting her back to me and sliding her skirt over her narrow hips.
"Touch me," she whispered seductively as she bent over, leaving her ass in the air with nothing but a little red silk string running between her cheeks. The dark wet stain on her panties at the junction of her thighs excited me, though it shouldn't have. I'd been balls deep in this girl a million times, and where it was good, it wasn't good enough anymore. She'd fucked a zillion men before me, and would fuck a million more long after our scheme was up and she was on her way. Our parting was coming... soon. I'd make sure of it.
"Hush." I popped her again with the belt, and she twitched. Another sexy moan. "Take off your panties, Ash."
"Make me."
Pop.
"Now."
She slid them down her taut thighs, leaving a small slit of her pussy on display for me.
I reached up and ran my index finger through her folds, parting her and coating my digit in sticky wetness. How fucking bad I wanted to eat her out, to press my tongue to her and lap at her come when she exploded, but it was too intimate. In my world, it means something far more than 'fuck me tonight and get out’.
"Taste me?" she whimpered softly, the sound so sweet. So feminine.
I could have loved her in another life. Not this one. She was the epitome of everything I hated about myself.
Poor. Angry. Emotionally broken. Vile. Dark. Dirty.
"Not a chance in hell." I set the belt down on the bed beside me, pulled a condom from my pocket and tugged my jeans down. "Come work yourself off on my dick. I'll give twenty minutes, tops."
She stood up and turned to face me. "Why are you doing this?"
