Patrice was still crying when Harold felt the cum rising in his balls. She was getting wetter as he thrust. He felt her begin to move with him. Her whimpers of pain were beginning to sound more like pleasure. Harold felt her heels lock behind his thighs and pull him tighter into her little puss. Harold grinned down at her. He held her hips a little tighter and began fucking her faster and harder. He felt his cock tighten. The pleasure became intense. Harold slammed into Patrice one final time and roared his pleasure as cum surged out of his cock and filled her pussy with his seed. As soon as he finished Cumming he pulled from her. He kneeled and used her skirt to wipe his cock clean.
When Harold stood Patrice reached for him and said, “Please don’t leave me like this Harold. I didn’t cum yet. Please come and finish me off.”
“No way slut. You didn’t get your little cuck boy in here tonight. Now I have to go talk to him. You can just finish yourself off or wait for me to get back. You’d better be here when I get back and you’d better be ready for more cock. I’m going to drag that little asshole back here and make him watch me fuck you then we’re going to make sure he knows his place in this relationship.”
Now Harold wasn’t the brightest light in the building. Many would say he was about 26 cards shy of a full deck. What he did next proved that point. He drove over to Seth’s parent’s house. When he saw Seth’s truck parked in the driveway he pulled in behind it. Harold walked to the door still seething in anger over what he considered to be Seth’s disrespect for him. How dare the little cuck thwart his plans and refuse to rent their apartment and marry Patrice.
Harold didn’t even think about what he was doing. When he got to the front door he tried the knob. The door opened. He walked into the house. Seth’s parents were still in the living room watching TV. When Harold came through the door Seth’s father looked up and said, “What the hell are you doing in my house? And who the hell are you? Get out before I call the police.”
Harold glared over at the man and said, “Shut up old man. This doesn’t concern you. I’m here to teach Seth a lesson.” Harold saw a hallway and walked down it. He threw open every door he came to hunting Seth. When he wasn’t in the main part of the house he returned to the living room. He turned toward the kitchen, ignoring the older Connors once again. As he walked he yelled, “Where the hell is that little son of a bitch?”
When Harold entered the kitchen he saw the stairs leading up to the room over the garage and stomped up them. He didn’t even try the knob when he got to the door. He slammed against it and forced it open. He stomped across the small living area until he found Seth’s bedroom. Seth was already in bed but the noise had awakened him. He threw the covers back as Harold came into his room. Harold ran up to the bed and slammed his large fist into Seth’s face. Seth fell back onto the bed and rolled off the other side.
Seth staggered to his feet and met Harold as he came around the foot of the bed. Harold threw another fist at Seth as he yelled, “You son of a bitch. I’m going to beat your ass within an inch of your life then you’re coming back to Patrice’s place and watch me fuck her like a cuck is supposed to do. You have to learn your place in this relationship. You were a total asshole in school and caused me a lot of trouble but now it’s my turn. Patrice told you what you were supposed to do and I expect you to do it.”
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