Insatiable Habits

Tension

🔥Teseo🔥

I decided to take a look at Cecily's messages as they took apart the trunk and what I opened up astounded me, simultaneously enraging and arousing me.

She sat suggestively perched on her bed with a matching set of red lacey lingerie, knees held open by her palms and her back arched while winking at me and biting her lower lip with her beautifully straight and white teeth.

The second image had her laying on her stomach in bed, camera positioned to take the photo from behind her, legs slightly apart but a full view of her lashed ass and no panties on, held up by her elbows and tossing that coy little smirk over her shoulder, her red hair cascaded down her back and shoulders.

Before my dick could randomly combust I closed my phone and set it away from me, looking down to see what I could feel, my dick pounding against the restriction of my pants but what irked me the most is the warm dampness of arousal oozing from me.

"Fuck my life!" Grunting, and palming my cock down, anxious irritation climbed to new heights within me. I could feel my heart booming in my head and arteries, like a bomb waiting to blow.

Phosphorus and Potassium chlorate; Armstrong's mixture...explosive. Like me, snapping like a struck match, eruption of flame.

The inconsiderate and disrespectful pounding in my trunk ignited the bomb that ticked in my brain and like the bomb I exploded out of the car, men stared at me from around the backside of my car in confusion but it was easy for me to see who was beating on my car as he was still bent within, trying to beat something into place with no respect for my property!

"Hey fucker!" I snapped, causing him to turn slightly in his position but I snatched him by the collar of his shirt, twisting it within my hand before striking him in the liver with a left hook.

He gasped as the air had abruptly left his lungs. "Don't pound on my car, you disrespectful piece of shit" another punch to his liver. It was an unfair fight, he had to have been a foot shorter then me and twenty pounds lighter.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Somebody shouted beside me

"Don't kill him" another voice bounced in the garage.

Grunting and panting from the man in my grasp, he didn't even try to fight back, just covered his face and tried to deflect each of my punches but I was quicker and changed positions, going from his liver to his stomach, appendix then spleen.

"ENOUGH TESEO!" At that voice I dropped the invalid, recognizing that Vice was magically present in Indiana, I turned whilst wiping my hands down my pockets, that was a slimy fucker.

"Bruce-" I snapped, collecting myself. "Tell your idiots to have a little respect for my property!" I looked over at his men, tugging their friend to his feet as he gagged and choked for air, then drug my eyes back to Vice.

He pulled a drag from his cigar, eyes sharp and jaw set. "Abbi rispetto, o avrò le tue palle." He barked, pointing his cigar at his men before returning his stare to me. "Satisfied, Elias?"

(Have respect, or I'll have your balls)

"Well enough...Is North Carolina not to your liking, Bruce?" I questioned, crossing my arms and tilting my head to the side.