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Penis brain occurs when you see a guy so damn hot, your body shuts down and you slip into a cock coma. This results in the inability to form coherent sentences and activates a primal urge to bend over on all fours and mate.
This guy is beyond rich, movie-star gorgeous, and he’s looking at me as if he’s the lucky one. Did I just step into an alternate reality? Fuck, if so, I hope ice cream is calorie-free here because I’m going to eat a gallon of it when I get home.
“How about you join a few of my friends and me for a little after-party?” That’s code for how about you join my friends and me for a gangbang?
“That’s true. Urgh, what a mess. Thank you for looking after me, Atlas. I’m lucky you decided you wanted to be my friend.” I smile. “I don’t want to be your friend, Ivy. I want to fuck you.”
“I…told you, I’m not interested in doing this with you anymore. I’m getting a cat instead.” I whimper when he rubs the length of his dick against me. “Hmm…well, I do like pussy.” He grins,
“You can be whoever you need to be out there, but you’ll always be my hero even if the only person you’re saving me from is myself.”
“Will you only go out with me if I lavish you with expensive gifts?” “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m only with you for your scorching hot body and your sunny personality,” I snap, making him chuckle.
In my head, I hear a clang of a bell. A death knell as the last of my humanity breaks the chain keeping it shackled. It’s too late to save her from me now, she’s mine.
“Tell me, Ivy. Tell me you get me. This body is mine, this heart is mine, and if I have my way I’ll steal your soul from the reaper himself to bind you to me for an eternity. Now tell me you fucking understand me,” he roars.
“You’re mine now, Ivy. It will be my ring on your finger and my seed in your belly. If you try to run from me again, I’ll lock you up, shackle you to me figuratively and literally to keep you by my side. Don’t push me, baby, because you’ll never win, not against me,” he warns me before licking away my tears.
“You’re lucky, sweet Ivy, that I’m in my happy place right now.” “Your bedroom is your happy place?” I mock, gripping his arms tightly while holding on for dear life. “Your pussy is my happy place,” he groans, slowing his movements.
“I’m not a good man, Ivy, but I can be good to you.”
“You think you’re my peasant?” he snarls. “If you weren’t so damn stubborn you’d see you’re my fucking queen.’’ He slaps my clit with his cock, making me gasp. He does it again and again, each time a little harder than before.
What I feel for you can only be love because nobody in this life has any power over me, except for you. I’d rip my heart from my chest and hand it to you, just to show you it’s yours if I could.”
“I did not stalk you. More like I professionally pursued you.”
