Chapter 12: Tate

I don’t ever wantto stop arguing with this woman. I can tell she feels the same, even if it’s taking her a little longer to come around to her blatantly obvious attraction.

“You can’t just blackmail me into being your girlfriend,” Natasha says.

“I’m not. I want you. Please, Natasha. Give me a chance. You get less action than a fat ginger dude in high school.”

“Thank you, Tate Whitmarsh. That makes me want to date you so much more now.”

“All I’m saying is… I promise to fuck you good every night. And I’m not charging you rent. Isn’t that a great deal?”

“I’m basically the stay-at-home mom to our chihuahua puppy, so it doesn’t sound like that great of a deal to me,” Natasha says testily. “It sounds like the bare minimum.”

Cormac sets Terrorist in the house and comes back out where Natasha and I stand in our deadlock. Why the fuck is she fighting me so much on this when it’s obvious she feels the same way?

“Okay,” I tell her. “I promise to cook for you every night. Get you drunk on wine. Tie you up…”

“You are never going to tie me up again.”

“Fine. I’ll take you to bed and then… You’ll never have to sleep alone.”

“Except when you run off in the middle of the night and disappear.”

“When you’re my girlfriend, I’ll keep my location on so you can stalk me.”

“Great. Now you’re calling me insecure.”

“Okay. I’m done.”

“Finally,” Natasha says, rolling her eyes. She has no idea what the fuck she’s in for. I wrap my arms around her and throw her over my shoulders. Cormac laughs as Natasha screams her head off and beats my back again.

“Do you learn nothing you giant creature!?” Natasha yells. “Put me down!”

“Welp. Looks like you have everything under control,” Cormac says, slapping his thighs in the universal country signal for “I’m ready to get the fuck up out of here.” I nod at him.

“I’ll get you the money I owe you by tonight.”

“Don’t forget to leave a tip.”

“For who? DraftKings?” I mutter under my breath. Cormac doesn’t pick up on it because he’s too busy looking at his phone. More football scores or possibly another failed gambling venture popped up, I can’t tell which. Natasha fights for her life as I walk towards the door and keeping her ass under control is my far more pressing concern.

Once I get her inside, Terrorist barks and jumps around my feet with excitement. He’s excited that we’re finally back together. Natasha on the other hand won’t stop punishing my back with her surprisingly brutal fists.

“I am covered in mud and I hate you, Tate. You cannot carry me off like a caveman when I never agreed to be your girlfriend.”

“You are very loud,” I mutter, pushing the door open to my bedroom and then my bathroom before setting Natasha down in the shower. I get her nice and stable on her feet, but her irrational behavior continues and dare I say becomes more extreme. She shoves my chest and starts scratching at me with so much vigor that she falls backwards in the tub.

Natasha screeches as she loses her balance and lucky for her crazy ass, I was standing right there to save her. My arms wrap around her waist and even her toxic ass can’t help herself. She grips my biceps tightly and clings to me for support. Her eyes meet mine. We’re both covered in mud.

I want to feel her so fucking bad and I won’t let her get away.

“I’m sorry I left you.”

She grips me tighter.

“Dylan Callahan set me free.”

“Did he see–

“Is that really the most important thing?”

“Sorry,” I whisper. “You’re right. What’s important is we give each other a chance. Come on… How often do you meet someone who can cook shrimp alfredo like that?”

Natasha rolls her eyes. “I am shocked that you know about seasoning. I’ll admit.”

“I know about a lot of things.”

This time when I kiss her, she’s far less resistant. Good. I climb into the shower with her and the fact that we barely have any room makes touching Natasha and stripping her clothes off even hotter. I don’t give a shit about the fact that we’re both covered in mud or that Natasha smells like the backseat of a Nissan Altima. I just want her naked and I want my tongue in her pussy.

Among other things.

Terrorist is only our practice baby…

Once I have Natasha naked, I toss our clothes outside of the shower and turn it on. She squeals as the freezing water stops her in place.

“It’s cold!”

“Cold showers are good for the heart.”

Why does she need hot water when she has me for warmth? I swear, Natasha is so goddamn crazy. She’s lucky she has me to make sense of things for her.

“TATE, TURN ON THE HOT WATER!”

Her shrill demands make me think I should wait until later to teach her about the benefits of cold showers. I turn on a little hot water and clutch Natasha to my chest, mostly to stop her from beating the hell out of my chest with her angry little fists. This woman holds onto rage like no one I’ve ever known…

I stop her from hitting me by kissing her again. Her nipples run against my chest and her fingers stroke my chest hair until she gets to my nipple piercings. She touches them and then moves them around a little bit. Fuck, she gets me so hard. We kiss underneath the hot water until all the mud rinses down the drain. We don’t even notice that we’re both free from mud until our lips are numb.

Natasha’s hair gets really long underneath the hot water. Goddamn. She’s beautiful. She’s so fucking beautiful. I don’t know what to do with her or about her. She makes every inch of me hurt. When she glances down at my dick, our eyes meet again and she shakes her head. I don’t want to stop holding her, even as she gets more slippery in my gasp. She kisses her teeth a little bit before speaking – another sound I’m familiar with and had to look up on the internet.

“I should have known,” Natasha says wistfully.

“Known what?”

“Why you were such a big dick,” she says, the corners of her mouth teasing up into a delightful smirk. I love when she plays with me and teases me the way I tease her. Natasha doesn’t scare me and there’s nothing her spicy ass could say that could possibly offend me. I glance down at my dick.

“Touch it.”

“How did you get your way?” she whispers, shaking her head. Her hand seems to be fighting her better judgment. She sticks it out a little bit and hesitates, her arm falling to her side before she grabs my dick. I think I’m going to burst. I can’t stand her teasing, honestly. Every inch of me craves Natasha and my dick drools with precum as I wait for any part of her to touch me.

I’ll accept her hand, even if what I really want is her mouth wrapped around my dick. She slowly gives in to my request and does exactly what I want. Her pretty brown hands look so goddamn good wrapped around my giant white dick. This woman is so goddamn sexy it hurts. I struggle to contain a groan as Natasha wraps her hand around my dick. I don’t expect her hand to feel that good and I groan with authentic pleasure at how she feels. I need this woman’s pussy wrapped around my dick immediately.

Natasha enjoys having the slightest bit of control over me. I look at her soft brown eyes and watch them delight with cruel pleasure at my groaning and the way I’m powerless.

“That is the first time I have liked something that came out of your mouth,” she says.

“What about my tongue?” I ask, following it up with a weak groan as Natasha pumps her hands along the length of my dick. I never thought I could feel so good from having a woman’s hands around my dick, but Natasha feels amazing. She feels far fucking better than I ever thought she would. I could cum just from the way she touches me.

I touch her hand to stop her from stroking me and she keeps looking up at me with that self-satisfactory smirk.

“What? Can’t handle it?”

“Turn around,” I whisper. “We’ll see how much of your smart ass I can handle.”

She gets that mischievous look in her daredevil eyes. My heart pounds out of my chest. If there’s another fire across town… those motherfuckers are gonna have to burn. I need her and there isn’t a damn thing that can stop me from having her. When Natasha doesn’t turn around immediately, I flip her around and force her against the shower walls.

I wish I had more time with her sweet, dark brown nipples but my dick is absolutely in control right now and I can’t have her nipples when her soft, soaking wet pussy is absolutely begging for my dick. Once I have Natasha pressed against the shower walls, I grab her hips and look down at her beautiful ass.

This is why I need her to be my girlfriend. There is absolutely no way I will run out of ways to play with this beautiful woman after even a hot handful of hookups. I need her for years. I need her forever.

“You have such a sexy ass.”

“It needs to be scrubbed.”

“Gotcha.”

I drop to my knees and spread Natasha’s ass cheeks. She tenses up, most likely expecting me to lather her butt and pussy up with some soap. Hell fucking no. This is my best chance to get my tongue inside her before I lose the control I’m barely holding onto, and spray my cum everywhere.

“Tate,” Natasha gasps as she senses what I’m going to do at the last minute. It’s way too late for her to stop me.

Natasha just squeals as my tongue laps her up from her pussy lips all the way to her back door. Because I love making Natasha sweat, scream and do just about anything, I push my tongue deep into her ass and taste her natural female juices, the sweat from that hike, water from my shower, and her sweet, soft skin. I kiss the inner flesh surrounding her butthole and then move my tongue back down to her lower lips for more kisses.

She just tastes so fucking sweet.

I can feel myself losing control as I lick her lower lips and suck on them with the purpose of getting every ounce of flavor possible from Natasha’s pussy and tasting her cum on my face before I slide my dick inside her.

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