Chapter 23 (Not So) Good Samaritan (5)
She had to play the part like she was grinding the groove. Her hands trailed down his rigid body, while she held his gaze.
"Gary," she whispered.
His eyes sought hers. She could feel his hardness as her hands sank lower. One of his hands grabbed her slithering hand.
"You're not to touch me there," he huffed.
"But you want me so much. Why meet me in such a place?" She was pissed, but she pulled herself up, swinging her hips to the rhythm of the music that blared in the background.
"Aren't we supposed to meet after all?"
He didn't sound like the Mr. Nice guy. He was rude, condescending in a way, and only saw her for what she was; a stripper.
"Can you take off your mask, Gary? We shouldn't be meeting like this?" She emphasized.
"You've said that for the umpteenth time. Just dance, let me watch you." He said.
There was something about his voice. It felt familiar in such a funny way yet different from what she'd known. His eyes were the familiar golden eyes she recalled from his pictures, his lips had added a little color.
But she wasn't satisfied, she wanted to see his face. She was hurt that Gary would prefer she dance to him instead, paying instead for her service than needing her.
This was not what she wanted but she would play at his game intelligently. Gradually, she slipped out her colored brassieres, dropping them to her feet and began to she touch herself.
Gary groaned, pressing a hand to his groin. His mouth parted while his eyes bounced around her body.
She was a darn sight to behold. Her breasts were so magnificent that he ached to press his hands to them. The way she touched herself elicited wild electrical jolts through his body. He was unzipping himself, pulling out his beamer, and stroking the already stiff staff.
Elaine tried a slow smile. She would push him for more and he would want to make out with her. She wheeled herself to him, striding herself to a sitting position on his lap.
Gradually, she humped her waist, gradually, slowly, back and forth on this peter, biting her lip as the head of his wang rubbed against her pussy.
"Aren't you going to push me off now, Gary?" She muttered to his ears, hoping to get a reaction from him.
Fueled by her action, Gary placed his hands on her waist, guiding her to continue her withering pleasure on him.
She pushed her lips to his right ear, sticking her tongue in it. She would let him get carried away by the minute, and once that was effective, she would let him lose his mask.
Her mouth moved towards his lips- they were sensual and inviting. At least, she should give him the benefit of a kiss, she thought to herself.
His breath was hot, spent, and ragged that when her lips brushed his- his mouth gave way to her entrance. His mouth was sweet and tantalizing. Everything about him was having her heart burst in anticipation of him. Their slow kiss had graced into a kiss of fury, hands tearing through the hair, shirt, and body.
She wanted more. She was crazed by his hands on her breasts, the way they fondled the delicate softness, squeezing and squishing the disobedient fluids in them.
Gary felt the throbbing of his dick clashing at the wall of her wetness. He somehow managed to stick a finger and two into her tightness, thrusting and fucking her hole.
"I want to fuck you, Elaine," his voice was deep with desire.
"And I want to come back for more," he added.
She paused momentarily. What was he saying? He certainly didn't want to keep her, why would Gary say such a thing to her?
The urge to peel his mask was greater than the urge to sink his raving length into her. She faked a smile, pressed her lips to his demanding mouth. Heaving up her hips, Gary slid his pecker into her. They were moaning in each other's mouth at the intrusion of his knob into her.
As she rode him, he had neglected the fact that she shouldn't touch his face. With a slow unclip of his mask, she peeled it from his face.
The shock froze their bodies. His eyes penetrated her eyes and memories from the past were awakened. Elaine's heart was racing loudly. How was this happening to her? Gary was her good Samaritan. How was that even possible?
Thoughts jumbled and clashed in the depths of her mind. There was no way this was Gary. She tried to shrug him off, but Gary pressed her down to his thighs.
"Fuck off you monster," she pushed.
But his strength dwarfed hers. How could he forget himself and let her destroy what was left of the moment? He shouldn't have trusted that she would let her hands be. She had always wanted to know who he was, how could he be so stupid?
Her body tortured him in memories and dreams. He had only wanted to relive that moment, this time in a pure fantasy of pleasure. He loved the way her body glided on his body, they were meant to be one. He, a thief while she, a stripper.
He knew that if he'd come to her the way he was, she probably wouldn't have accepted him. She was all about the money and the good looks. He could give her the money though, but she wouldn't be satisfied. She would want more and more and more.
To him, it didn't matter what she was. He can continue to pretend to be Gary for all he cares. She had been obsessed with the thought of Gary being wealthy, classy, and breathtaking, so he had to play the role.
And he did play the role well. He had been fortunate to catch sight of her when she had turned up for their initial date.
Being reminded of his fake identity which he had shown her, he was left distraught to do the alternative. So, he'd taken her instead in his cab. Being a taxi driver by day and a thief by night, who would ever believe that he lived a high and wealthy lifestyle?
If only she hadn't been too uptight about his looks and money, he would have given her the world.
Now, all he just needed was a reminder of the memory they'd shared, and better more of that sweet ecstasy and intimacy.
"Fuck off, you robber!" She continued with the jabs on his chest.
"You want this, don't you?" He slammed a thrust into her.
She yelped, "I don't fucking want you, you ugly thief!"
That did bruise his pride. "You're lying," he forced his mouth on hers.
She slapped his face off, struggling to pull free from his grip.
"Look at the way our bodies melt as one, and you refuse me 'cause I'm ugly?" He spat out, clenching his teeth.
"Who cares? Now let me go," her brows tightened.
"If I do let you go, I'll never forgive myself. I'm going to fuck you till you cry for me. Then I'll come back again and again till you wish you hadn't resisted accepting me for who I am." His voice had turned darker now.
Her eyes widened when he flipped her on the couch, her back landing on it. He tore the rest of her pants and forced his phallus into her.
Elaine hadn't expected the twist of the event. She let out a shrill cry as his rod shoved into her forcefully. Her walls tightened his rod while he kept on hammering her. He wouldn't let her go, no matter how she cried.
No one was going to save her because this was her job. Not even Willow. Willow must be watching her on tv, sitting back in her chair while playing wtith herself to their play.
While he had her legs up to her head, his thrusts only grew brutal with time. Even with all this, her sweet nectar sluiced out from her tunnel enveloping Gary in a crazy frenzy. He would make her want him, and think of this moment always.
His stamina was strong and lasting. Her cries only subsided to soft squeaks and moans. Flipping her to the side, it was able to award him the full capture of her orbs, while he punctured from behind.
"Has any man fuck you like the way I fuck you?" Gary asked. "I'll fuck you. When you wake up, the first thing you'll see is me."
She replied with a moan, her tears gone from her eyes.
"I'll come for you again, Elaine. Your greed has awarded me to you, and I have the stars to thank for my fortune," he rammed on, grabbing both her breasts.
Elaine was close to the heavens now. She hated having to feel this heat for him, her body was truly betraying her. Her walls tightened as it convulsed, making him give a wicked smirk.
She quaked while he continued to fuck the lights out of her. "You love this, you fucking love this!" He laughed in delight, pushing her to the couch and then thrusting his rod through her orbs while clamming both beautiful roes against his stick.
"Elaine, your body truly makes me high," he leaned in to kiss her.
And with one last shove, he spilled onto her neck and chest - a mighty load. Bringing to memory how she'd licked him dry, he placed the rest of him into her mouth.
"Elaine, don't run away from me. I want to fuck you again," Gary gasped while kissing her neck.
Even as she watched him dress in front of her, Elaine was numbed from crying. She did love how he fuck
ed her to another realm. Like he'd said, no one had ever fucked her like he did. But she was afraid he would come back and make her his tool, after all, he was going to pay Willow and no one would be able to stop him. But how would she be able to run away when she hasn't paid all of Willow's debts?