What Was Meant to Be

by Q.B. Tyler

I turn to Jacob and I’m in his arms instantly, sobbing into his chest. “Shh, I’ve got you. Baby, I’m sorry. I am so so sorry,” he whispers in my ear before he presses his lips to my temple and I cry even harder that he’s the one comforting me when he got the brunt of their anger.

😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺

“Can we tonight?” “Can I have yours tonight?” Even if she said no, I’d still agree. I would do anything to put a smile on her face after the day we’ve had. “Of course.” She purrs as she begins to move around in my lap. “Missed putting your dick in my ass, Price?” “Missed putting a fake one in mine?” I quip, and she nods.

Oh my gosh 😳

“I hate that I’m saying this, it feels shitty but… he never made me come during sex.” “EVER?!” The word leaves me in a roar and she winces before putting a finger to her ear.

EVER????

They say that pegging was in ways a reversal of power and gender roles and I agreed completely. The sounds that came out of me when she was inside of me begging her to fuck me harder. The moans and groans as she penetrated me, trying to breathe deeply as I grew accustomed to something so new and foreign.

BITCH I- 😳😳😳😳😳

Whitney’s tongue circles the hole and I moan at the kinky, unbelievably dirty feeling of Whitney’s tongue in my ass.

I’ve never read a pegging scene before this is 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

“Mom, I’m so sorry that I did this to us. That I had a hand in destroying a relationship that you held so dear. But I do love him, and I want to be with him and I can’t apologize for that. I can’t spend the rest of my life apologizing for falling in love with your best friend.”

“Come here,” he says as he holds his arms out for me and I practically run into them. “Dad,” I whisper just as I press my nose into his chest letting the nostalgia take over after not seeing him in over a month. The tears are falling down my face rapidly and when I sniffle and stifle a sob, he pulls my face away.

🥺🥺💔💔💔

“What the fuck can I say, Kev?” I shout. “Tell me. Tell me what I can say, what you want to hear that will make this better?” He doesn’t say anything. I stand up to face him before I continue. “There isn’t anything I could say. The only thing that would make this marginally better and easier for you would be if I said I would leave her. That I was sorry and I made a mistake but I value our friendship more than my relationship with Whitney. But I can’t say that. I won’t say that. I am not giving her up.” I stop as I prepare to unleash the words that will change everything once again. “I want her to be my wife, man.”

I love you too. I mouth back just as we make it to the top of the aisle. Jacob’s eyes finally leave mine as he runs his gaze down the length of my gown and then back up to my face. “Wow,” he whispers.

AHHHHHHHH

“Oh!” I smile, not wanting Victor, no matter how lovely he is to be a part of this moment when I tell Jacob he’s going to be a father. “Can you just give us a second?”

SHES PREGNANT OMGGMGMGMG