Capítulo 45: Did you miss me?
Jamie
When I get home, I headed straight for the bathroom to wash the make up off my face. Thankfully, it is only foundation and a little eyebrow, and not eyeliner. I amusedly remembered how LJ was trying to bribe Michelle earlier to give him eyeliner and eyeshadow to make him look sinister and how she kept saying no. Any other make up artist would give LJ what he wanted. But then, Michelle was already one of us.
As I'm bent over washing the soap off my face, I feel someone press themselves over my back, arms enfolding around my waist. A hand reaches down and closes over my cock that was, like the rest of me, minding its own business.
I straightened up and reached for a towel to wipe my face. As my shaft begins to grow, I hear Veronica's breathy whisper, "I missed you."
"Did you miss me or my dick?" I asked her. She squeezed the latter in response.
I sharply turned around and pushed her against the bathroom wall. She screamed in surprise, but there is a huge smile on her face, her eyes shining brightly with anticipation. I pushed my full length into hers, concentrating the most pressure on our groins. She gasped and cupped my butt with her hands and pulled me in closer. As if that were possible.
Our lips locked and our tongues rammed into each other in a battle for dominance. I humped her with heavy thrusts, the pleasure canceling out the discomfort of being trapped and hindered by our clothes. She picked up one leg and wrapped it around my leg, as if this was easier access.
Veronica was dressed to go out, and was wearing a pencil cut skirt over knee high boots. The material wasn't giving her much freedom of movement and I had to stop, perplexed at how to take it off. "You obviously didn't think this through," I muttered as I pulled her skirt all the way up to her waist, freeing her lower extremities but trapping her torso. And also possibly ruining her skirt. I wondered if you can just steam or iron it and it would be okay, while pushing her panties down. I chuckled at how very wet she was as I pushed my cock into her.
"Hey! You were supposed to undress me slowly! I want foreplay! Oh my god!" Veronica arched her back against the tiles as she felt me enter her.
"No foreplay if you miss my dick more than me," I tried to deadpan. I was a bit glad that she was too wrapped up in her own pleasure to see me smiling.
Then the doorbell rang.
My dick is throbbing in Veronica's dripping wet vagina and I can't think of a worse time for Mark to give me back my phone.
"I swear to god, I'm gonna kill Mark," I mutter as I try to pull out. Veronica wrapped her leg around my butt and refused to let me go. Damn, this woman's strength is something else.
"Maybe he'll go away," she whispered. She started to rock against me.
As lovely as this felt, I knew that Mark would never let me hear the end of this if I don't answer the door now. I put both hands on the wall and pushed off her with all my might. She whimpered sadder than I've ever heard, sadder than her saddest break up song. She was the queen of break up songs, so this was how sad she was. My cock ejected precum from the thought. "This will be quick," I comforted her, zipping myself up.
I opened the door. The profanity I was about to yell lodged painfully in my throat and almost choked me.
Antonia smiled at me. "Hey, handsome. Do you have a minute?"
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