All Chapters of THADDEUS BLACK: The Devil Wears High Heels: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 Twilight was upon the city. Thaddeus gripped the Coupe DeVille’s wheel hard as he struggled to steel his mind from the eerie erotic sensation his body was giving him.  His crotch simply wouldn’t lie down and be quiet inside his pants, not since he left his pad.  Every time he changed gear and floored his engine, he felt his cock nudge perceptibly against his pants as if he had a fussy lizard stuck in his crotch.  He tried putting his mind on the job at hand, working up a storm to think up anything to help kill the weird urges building in the cavern of his mind and especially down in his pants.  Much of it was because of the pussy he’d enjoyed that was waiting for him at his place.  But one pressing image was responsible for the sensation and he knew who it was.Constance Loftus.He pictured her right now standing at her window, whether in her bedroom or down in the living room, gazing at her

 The gunshot report was deafening and Constance heard it loud and clear from inside the vehicle.  The sound of the gunshot made her jump in her seat and she gasped at the door handle as fright gripped her like a thick shroud.  In her mind’s eye, she pictured Thaddeus collapsing in pain and that doubled her fear automatically.  Constance was in a near-panicky state as she fumbled for the door’s handle with a shaky pair of hands, unable to hold back the tears that sprouted in her eyes.  The darkness seemed to fight against her as she managed to pop the lock tab then shoved the door open but then cried out as she was suddenly pulled back by what felt to her like a pair of hands forcing her back to her seat.  Her hand searched for find the button of the interior light and when it came on, she gasped when she realised she was held back by her safety belt.  She unclasped her belt and nearly stumbled out the vehicle just to be free. &n

 They were back in comforting lights and surroundings that were the city.  Constance had dozed off a little and when she awoke to view the lights all she thought was how happy with relief she felt at seeing them compared to the gloom they had left behind.  She propped herself upright in her seat and shielded her mouth to stifle a yawn.  Thad drove serenely; all he thought about was the sleep he was bound to enjoy once he got home after dropping off Constance.“Is it all right if I crash at your place tonight?” she asked.Thad turned to look at her and for a moment couldn’t think of what to say about her request.  “You think you won’t mind crashing at a low-income, bachelor pad like mine?”“Is that your way of saying no?”“Well, not really . . . All right then sure, why not?  You’re more than welcome.  Oh shit!” he exclaimed and smacked the

 Thaddeus was at the precipice of falling into deep sleep when he felt someone kissing his lips.  He mistook it at first that he caught up in a dream like the previous memorable one he had last time and paid it no mind, except the kissing feat persisted.  His eyes came groggily awake in the dark and there was Constance leaning over him, smothering him with kisses.  Thad’s senses came alive and he quickly responded to her passion, least it ended so fast.  He flung the covers off to better manoeuvre her to get on top of him.  Their lips smacked against each other with fervour.  Thaddeus rummaged his hands all over Constance, feeling over her torso, down to her thighs and hips and then went to grabbing her butt as if visually painting a portrait of her body in the dark.  Constance rubbed her butt against his crotch, dry-humping him while caressing his face with both hands while keeping on with their passionate kissing.  

 He was back to being with his lonely self again.Thaddeus slumped down on the couch with all the buoyant air he’d carried earlier now dissipated from him.  His head lolled between his shoulders and his arms felt lifeless resting across his thighs.  He felt like a boxer who’s suffered his worst night getting KO’ed in the first round.  He recalled the way she had looked at him before she left; the coldness in her voice when she talked about mailing him his check later.  That one hurt more than anything, which was an absolute surprise to Thad.  He had been through a number of breakups, some barely lasting a week let alone a day.  He usually preferred one-night stands to anything daring to enclose him in what might transpire into a relationship.  Except this one felt deep and personal.  If only he could find the bastard that leaked the news of her son’s kidnapping to the press, he’d sure love to s