Chapter 8: Craving her

VINCE WALKER

I slammed my dick into Vanessa's creamy hole, enjoying the friction it gave me. Her moans were loud and strained with her ass to my face.

I squeezed her ass cheeks harder and then swapped at it to move in rhythm to the way my dick slammed into her.

Her face was on the pillow and her hands clutched the bedspread tightly. But she was riding my dick, just as I was slamming into her.

But then her breathing got more labored and her hands trembled, indicating she was gonna cum soon.

This would be her fourth orgasm. And yet, I somehow couldn’t reach mime.

Maybe since the person I would instead be fucking was Elena.

Oh, Elena… the thoughts of her made my dick hardened. Her beautiful face. Her body. Her lips.

I hastened my pace in slamming into Vanessa. I could feel my sperm load building up.

I was taken back to the night I fucked her. The night I tied her down. And took her shamelessly. I defiled all parts of her body.

I slammed even harder into Vanessa. Her moans had increased.

And just when I felt my load about to shoot up, a call came in, distracting us.

I wanted to keep moving. But the phone kept ringing. And it had taken my mind off of my erotic thoughts of Elena.

And it was soon replaced with the guilt of thinking of another woman while I fucked my wife.

I felt frustrated by that. And so I pulled away from her pussy and fell back on the bed. Fucking irritated and exhausted.

Vanessa groaned out in disagreement.

“Pick it. We can continue when you're done.”

“I’ll cut the damn thing.” She said in a desperate note. She reached for the phone.

“Oh. It’s Trent.” She said that when she saw the caller ID, she proceeded to pick up the call.

My dick was still erect. And so I used my hands to pleasure myself.

Wanting to keep it hard. Cause I knew she would be all needy after the phone call ended.

“Are you coming with Elena?”

The sound of her name gave a sweet vibration to my dick. More than fucking Vanessa did.

My ears were all perked up. And I felt my heart beat even faster.

It’s been three days since I gave her the ultimatum. And I still haven’t received a call from her. And that put me on an edge.

I mouthed to Vanessa. “Is Elena coming over?”

“Uhm. I’m still asking.” She mouthed back.

“Oh. Okay, I’ll relay the message.” She said instead, over the phone. Then she turned to me.

“Trent says he is coming over and wishes to speak to you.”

“What for?” I asked her. And she asked him.

Then she turned to me.

“He wouldn’t say.”

“Is Elena coming with him?” That was the only person that mattered in all of this.

She gave me another skeptical look. Probably wondering why I was asking after Elena.

But I didn’t care. I just wanted to see her. Hear her voice. Touch her…

My dick hardened more. And I could feel The veins popping in them.

Despite the looks she sent my way, Vanessa still asked Trent if Elena was coming.

“He says he’s asking her.” She told me.

Asking her? Does that mean Elena is with him right now? I thought she was still angry over his infidelity… So why would she be with him?

The thought of them being together didn’t sit well with me. It made my blood boil.

“She says no. That she has to be at her father’s house.” Vanessa replied.

I squeezed my fists in anger. “Dammit,” I couldn't help but cuss underneath my breath. Not only was she with Trent. She was also purposely ignored coming to see me.

Vanessa talked some more with Trent. I stood up from the bed in anger and walked into the bathroom.

I turned the cold shower on. So I could focus on how cold it felt on my skin. And not on how I wanted to tie Elena up and fuck her.

Till all she wanted was me.

The door to the bathroom opened. And Vanessa stepped into the shower naked.

Vanessa was a beautiful woman with an hourglass figure: ample breasts and a round ass.

Usually, the sight of her like that would have made my dick stand and crave her.

Except my mind was too clouded by a particular little wolf to care about her right now.

She walked up to me. Touching my dick. She rubbed her hands on them while she sucked on my skin.

I tried to get in the mood for it. To finish what we had started. But my mind kept drifting to Elena.

Why had she gone to see him? It was the morning. And she was with him. That means she had slept over at his place. Were they okay now?

Had he perhaps touched her?

My hands tightened. And the movement of Vanessa's hands on my dick only made me more frustrated.

I pulled her hands off me.

Confusion and hurt spread on her face instantly.

“I’m not feeling it,” I said briskly.

“I can make you feel it.” She placed her hands on my dick. But I removed it.

“I said no.”

She frowned. “Why?”

“I just- we will fuck later. Trent is coming over. Wouldn’t you wish to prepare for his visit? Make him breakfast? Besides, I have to go to work soon.”

She slumped her shoulders in defeat.

“Alright then. I guess we’ll continue at night.” She leaned over and kissed me before walking out of the shower.

I was glad she bought my theories, and I finished up with my shower and changed into new clothes.

She got dressed, too, and then we both proceeded to the dining area for our breakfast.

My mind was still on Elena. And so the food wasn’t appealing enough to take my mind off her.

I couldn’t help but feel anxious about the whole situation.

But Vanessa decided to talk through the breakfast, telling me about her shopping plans and how excited she was to get new hair.

I zoned out in most conversations, too worried to focus on them.

“Vince!” The tap of her hands brought my furry mind to her.

“Yes?”

“You didn’t answer my questions.”

“What questions?”

She frowned. “You’ve not been paying attention to me.”

“I’m sorry. Work has got me all jinxed up.”

She sighed. “It’s okay. Being the Alpha can be tiring.”

“Yeah. And speaking of work. I have lots of them to do.” I stood up from the dining area. “I’ll see you,” I said and turned around to go to my study.

Which was my work site. Well, most of the time.

I entered my study and sat on my chair. I tried to work and not focus on her. But I only ended up making mistakes with the files.

And so I gave up on them. My eyes kept shifting to the telephone fax on my table.

And my fingers were itching badly to call her. To threaten her to come here. To ask her about Trent. To know why they're together again.

I was about to do it when a knock was heard on the door to my study.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and Trent came in. He had a smile on his face.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Hey, son.” I stood up and hugged him. Even though he was a big jerk, he was still my son. And no matter how much I hated seeing him with Elena. I still couldn’t shake off the parental love and bond a parent had for their child.

I just wanna take Elena from him. Not kill him.

I motioned for him to sit down as I sat down back.

“So, how have you been?” I asked, trying to be warm.

“I have been good.”

“And Elena?”

“She’s okay.”

“Are you having issues with her?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? You can tell me if you have any issues with her.” I was itchy. Fucking itchy to hear that he wanna split with her or shit like that. Anything that would put me in a great mood this morning.

“We’re cool.”

“Or have you lost your feelings for her?.”

“Dad! I said we're cool.” Trent raised his hands in exasperation. “Where are these questions coming from?”

I fisted my hands, reprimanding myself to chill. But fuck it, I feel more irritated. I wanted him to say he didn’t like Elena anymore. It would make me happy and make going after her less guilt-wrenching.

Then again, It was best not to rile Trent up, as he was already snapping. Besides, him liking her wouldn’t stop me from going after her.

“So what is it that you need?” I changed the topic.

His face got really serious.

“Just some cash.”

I raised my eyes in skepticism. “How much?”

“100 million dollars.”

I raised my eyes in shock. “What for?”

“I can’t tell you, but I do need it urgently. And I know you can help.”

I bit my lips in contemplation. “Alright then, 100 million dollars isn’t a hassle,” I said, drawing a check.

His eyes rose in happiness as he collected it.

“Thanks, Dad.” He made a move to stand up.

“Just be careful, Trent. I don’t know what mess you're in, but be careful.”

He nodded. “Love you, Dad.” He came to hug me before scurrying off.

I sighed, resting my back on the chair. My eyes drifted to the telephone fax. I just gave my son 100 million bucks. Knowing fully well that it may be bad for him. Calling Elena wouldn’t be the worst thing I did.

Yeah, that was me excusing my shitty action.

And so I dialed her number, and it rang. And went straight to voicemail. I cursed under my breath. And called again.

This time, the call went through.

“Hello.” Her soft voice spoke, which went straight to my still erect dick.