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“Where did you come from? A fairy tale?” I blurt. Loudly.
“Did I come from a fairy tale?” She reaches over and traces the back of my hand with her index finger. “I was wondering the same thing about you.”
“Listen, Fairy Tale.” He points at the door of the classroom. “If you make it through this whole day without finding a better guy, if you still want to be my girlfriend after seeing everyone who’s out there wanting a shot with you, I will…still wonder if I’m fucking dreaming. But I will proudly and confusedly be your boyfriend.”
“See you at the game, future boyfriend,”
Oh my God, she’s so cute, she’s going to give me a heart attack, isn’t she?
I’ve landed a girl so far out of my league, we’re not even in the same stratosphere.
That’s when the crux of the issue finally hits me. This man doesn’t realize how sexy he is. He’s so positive I’ll choose someone else, he’s attempting to provoke the inevitable.
Well, it’s time someone explain to Eric that he’s a desirable man. Putting it mildly.
“Come all over me, Daddy,” I whisper in between kisses, my filter having disintegrated and now I’m bold, like one of my imaginary characters. Speaking out loud on behalf of my body that has been plagued by hormones that I don’t know how to sate. “I want my wet skirt to slap against my thighs all day and know you made it that way.” I baby talk up at him, nipping at his chin. “I want to be such a bad girl for your cock.”
I’m going to be a better boyfriend starting tomorrow.
My only excuse is I didn’t see her coming. Like, at all. But excuses are for losers.
I’ve got a girl to take c...
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“Actually, I was kind of curious about my…preferences after today. I did some interesting googling when I got home.”
To tell him the undeniable truth I learned through the internet. “I think I’m a come slut.”
“But only for your come,”
Never mind. That is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. In my life.
“Baby’s so hungry,” I rasp, cursing as she manages another inch. Son of a bitch, she’s taking damn near half of me. “Daddy made you dinner, Marlow. Eat it like a good girl.”
She’s got a little candy shop down here between her legs and I’m the first and last customer. I’m going to have to guard this cunt with my life. No one can know how sugary sweet it is or everyone would want a try.
Over my dead body. Every single part of her is mine. Body, heart, mind, soul. Mine.
I can’t ever bring Eric here.
Because Eric is the first person to make me feel seen and safe and wanted. I don’t want to lose him.
“The idea of having a wife turns you on?”
“No. The idea of having you as my wife turns me on.”
“All of you. All of you is so sexy. You’re mine.”
“I love being yours,”
“Good,” she whispers, tightening up around me. On purpose. Making me shake violently, caught in her mind-blowing trap, unable to move or I’ll spew. “Because if any other girl even looks at you, I’ll claw out their eyeballs.”
I believe her. I believe her when she says she’s jealous. That I’m desirable. That she only wants me. Because I can feel how fucking soaked she is. I can see her full little titties bouncing around when I start pounding again, my fist wrapped around the top of the headboard. I can see the love in her eyes when she looks at me, and I become an immortal warrior in that moment, seeding his woman. I...
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The chemical branding of one another. We revel in it. We burn through the power of what we’ve decided, knowing we were meant to be.
Thanking the fate that brought us together. And praying it never tears us apart.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay. Always. That is always going to be my number one concern. I’m sorry if I sounded upset with you. I’m not. How could I ever be upset with my Fairy Tale?”
“I love you,”
“God, I love you, too.”
“Then be patient with me.”
I believe him. I also wonder how soon that vow will be put to the test.
One thing is for sure, I’ll be fucking her brains out, either way.
That’s all I can think about. Every second. Every hour.
Fucking the love of my life. Being with her witho...
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Sick to my very soul, I turn on a heel and maraud through the woods with red tunnel vision, snarling and ripping down tree branches, bashing them into my chest to try and quell some of the violence that has come to life inside of me. It doesn’t work. I only amp myself up for what’s to come. A long-overdue reckoning.
God help the people who have been hurting my baby.
The love Eric gives me, the safe haven he became that night seven years ago, has allowed me to blossom. To gain confidence and embrace who I am.
He wedges deep and blows with a hoarse groan, bringing me with him. Into oblivion. And a future that dreams are made of.
