REprisal - Kathy Coopmans Page 0,19
of her makes me sick. She’s one fucking twisted up bitch.
“What the hell do you think I’m doing when I’m in here, playing fucking solitaire?” I snap.
“Jesus, what crawled up your ass and left itself for dead today?” She sets herself down on my lap, pressing her ass into my limp dick. “I know something that can make you feel better,” she purrs like the skanky cougar she is.
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
Thank Christ I just came. The only way I will allow myself to come anymore is to the sight of Clove. I’ve been one hell of an actor making Tina think she gets me off.
One of my arms snakes around her slender body, cupping a handful of her ass. One thing I can say about her is, she keeps herself in very good shape for her age. Everything is nice and tight and firm, except for her pussy. The bitch has no clue how to milk my cock like her daughter did. Clove’s tight muscles would clench and grip me so tightly it took every ounce of power and energy I had not to spill myself inside of her after just one minute of feeling her sweet pussy.
My dick starts to get hard just thinking about her. Fucking hell, now I’m going to have to bend Tina over my desk and fuck her. Her ass grinds into me more, thinking this hard on is for her.
Opening the drawer of my desk with my free hand, I pull out a condom. The only time I have gone without one of these babies was when I was with Clove. Definitely not with this whore currently sitting on my lap. I know if I don’t hurry up and give her what she wants, she is going to think I am thinking of Clove. I’m always thinking of Clove. Even when I lift Tina’s skirt up, push her face forward over my desk, and give her exactly what she wants, I’m thinking of Clove.
Two hours later after we have eaten and cleaned up, Tina marches up the stairs to take Clove her dinner. I give her exactly one minute to get in and out of her room, like I have been doing since the day we brought her here. I simply do not trust her. Not one damn bit.
I drop my head down to my chest when I hear her coming back down the stairs. I’m no better than she is. It’s not anything I haven’t told myself over and over again. This time when she sits back in her chair, I tell myself it’s time I do become better. It’s time I show Clove exactly how much I truly love her.
“We need to get the hell out of here, Tina.”
I take a long pull of my beer as she sips on her glass of wine.
“We leave when I say we leave. This isn’t your call,” she snarls at me.
“You know, I have had just about enough of this horse shit. You have no fucking idea what it’s like to be a fucking prisoner here. Jesus Christ, woman, her family knows she’s alive. The fucking news stations are still talking about it. And your son will never give up trying to find her. I didn’t sign up for this shit. I’m this close to saying fuck it all to hell, turning my ass in, and living in a goddamn jail cell, because right now that sounds like a hell of a lot more fun than being trapped in here.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Fuck, yes. I am. I want out.”
“You want out? Out of what? All that money we’re going to get once they get that baby?” she spits, pointing her nasty ass finger toward the stairs.
“Guess what? I’m at the point where I really don’t give a shit about the money. How much do you think they will actually give you, anyway? Your son is a fucking cop, or have you forgotten that little bit of information? A cop you haven’t seen for years. Shit like this doesn’t go down in the real world like you think it will. Your son will slice you from one end to the other.”
“It’s not my son I’m going to go talk to. I’ve told you that at least a hundred times. Were you not listening to me? Or,” she stands up, eyes flaring like the whack job she is, “do you have some kind of plan with Clove? Is that where all this hostility is coming from?”
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