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How could I have let things go on this long without telling them? How did I let things get so far? How did I let myself fall in love with the one person I knew I couldn’t have? Shouldn’t want?
“Yeah, you’re fucked. He looks like a man that came here to play zero games.”
“You think I give a fuck? You could be married with three kids, and you’d still belong to me.”
“It wouldn’t just be one night, Whitney. It could never just be one night.”
“I love you.” Her eyes widen and I shrug, laying all my cards out on the table once in for all. “I’ve always loved you. I’ve never stopped loving you. Don’t marry him.”
“Can’t say that I do. I went to three bachelor parties while we were together and I distinctly remember demanding nudes from you every four hours. So don’t hand me that drunk mistake bullshit because I could have been so drunk I didn’t remember my own name, but I damn sure always knew yours.”
“Doing something for you is never an inconvenience.”
do you see how good he looks? You know you want to sit on his face. Or his dick. Or both.
His voice is low and has a direct line of communication to the space between my legs.
“I wish I liked anyone. But I don’t.” He shrugs before shaking his head. “I can’t. Not while I’m still in love with you.”
“Yes here. We absolutely should. The sooner my dick gets inside of you the better.”
“Whitney, I haven’t slept with anyone.” My head cocks to the side. “What do you mean?” “While we’ve been apart, I haven’t been with anyone else,” he says just before his lips form a straight line. “You’re the last woman I’ve slept with.”
“You are literally McDreamy and McSteamy personified and you haven’t had sex in THREE years!? I had sex with myself last night just thinking about you!”
“It makes me proud as fuck that I’m the only man that’s fucked you the way you need to be fucked. Is it because your pussy knows it still belongs to me? Tell me, baby, how bad has your pussy missed me?”
“Whitney.” “Mmmmhm…” “We can’t.” “Why?” “WHY?” I whisper shout. “What do you mean why?” “We’re adults.” “Yes, and I’m one of which who helped raise you. I’m your Godfather.” “And nothing about that turns you on? Because it makes me wet as fuck,”
“Do you know how many nights I gave myself an orgasm thinking about you?”
“I want to kiss you when I come,”
The first time I made love to her, soft and slow and worshipped every inch of her beforehand to try and temper the pain of losing her virginity. But after we’d finished, seeing the blood on my dick made me feel almost feral as feelings of possession bloomed in my chest and I took her almost brutally the second time.
“I need to taste you before I fuck you.”
“Yeah okay, you and I both know there’s no just one taste with you and my pussy.”
“Oh, fuck me. You always know exactly what I want.”
“Please don’t ever leave me again.” “Never, baby.”
“Look at me, baby. Let me see you when you come. Take me with you,”
“Come all over my dick, baby. Your dick.”
“I can’t fucking wait to get my dick in you, raw,”
“Me too. This felt like coming home, after… a really long time away,”
Fuck, how is it sometimes watching someone eat your pussy is just as hot as feeling it?
“I’m yours, baby. Forever. I’ll never leave you again and nothing is going to tear us apart.”
“He touched my woman. Fucked my woman. And had the nerve to ask her to marry him.” He closes the distance between us and pulls me into his arms. “He’s the worst.”
“Don’t act coy, Whitney. Like you don’t love anal.” His voice is low and that one word vibrates throughout my whole body. “Like you’re not ready to come the second I get my dick in that tight hole.”
“All I had to do was rest a vibrator against your clit or rub it with my fingers and you’d be begging for my cock.” I squeeze my thighs as I try to quiet the low hum between my legs. “Your tiny little body underneath mine as I rocked into your ass, gripping your hips as it sucked every ounce of cum out of me.”
“I know you have better manners than that. Do not make me call your mother. You know what? Better yet, I’ll tell her next week when we have lunch.” My eyes widen. “You have lunch with my mother?” “Yes.” She turns her nose up and walks to the other side of the kitchen. “You and Trey are heathens that don’t call her and I’m the wonderful, considerate child she never had. Plus, I’m a girl.”
All I wanted to do was end the date early and go home and stare at pictures of him while I masturbated.
“The things I would do to you if you were here.”
“Jesus Christ, baby. If I were there, I’d rip you apart.”
“Play with it. The way I like it. Play with it. Good girl. Get it nice and wet.”
“I didn’t spend nearly enough time with my mouth between your legs last night.” He leans forward slightly and the look he gives me sets my skin on fire. “Imagine my tongue is dragging through your wet slit.”
“I know what you like, baby. I know you like when I take it slow at first, exploring your pussy before I settle on your clit. Put two fingers inside your pussy and massage that wall lightly. That’s my tongue inside you baby, fucking you with it like it’s my cock.”
“Spread your lips and show me how wet you are.”
“Get on your knees and ride my face then. I want your cum all over my lips and chin. I want my beard to smell like your pussy for hours after.”
“Jesus, fuck. I need you to come, Whitney. Come right fucking now,” he commands. “I need your orgasm, on my tongue. Come on, baby, let me taste you.”
“There she is.”
“Whitney, you’re killing me.” His breathing has gotten more jagged and he starts pulling at his dick harder. “It’s only been a day and I miss your taste.” He licks his lips. “What’s it taste like?” “Salty. Tangy. Yours.” I raise an eyebrow at him and he growls in response. “You’re fucking right you taste like mine. You’re such a fucking good girl. My fucking good girl.” His
“I can’t wait until I’m sitting in your lap, facing you. So, I can run my tongue down that spot on your neck that makes your dick even harder. My legs wrapped around your back. My wet cunt wrapped around your dick.”
“What I feel for you is deeper than love, Whitney.” Oh. He lies on his back and stares at the ceiling. “Devotion. Obsession.” He sighs. “Telling you I love you doesn’t seem to feel enough. The fact that I feel so out of control with need for you when I know I shouldn’t. I know it’s going to cause a catastrophic response and yet I don’t fucking care.” He turns his head toward me. “I just want you. I need you. I feel you underneath my skin every second. I felt you in every painful beat of my heart when we were apart.”
“You wish I’d just spit on your pussy, don’t you?” He leans forward. “Do it yourself.” “I don’t need to, I’m already wet,” I offer. I let out a whimper when my fingers ghost over my clit again, my body still humming from my last orgasm. “For me then.” He licks his lips. “I want to see it.” “I’m a lady, I don’t spit.” I raise my nose in the air in mock horrification. He snorts and leans back again. “First of all, you do spit but that doesn’t mean you aren’t a lady. If I recall, you do all kinds of unladylike things in the bedroom with me. Or I’m sorry, maybe it’s considered ladylike to rim your
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“Does that idea make you wet? Having complete access to this whenever you want?” He nods at his dick. “Whenever you want it, baby, it’s yours. You wake up in the middle of the night and that greedy pussy of yours needs me, I’m there. You fucking climb on top of me and ride me until I wake up coming in your wet cunt.” He growls and my breath hitches as I pull my fingers away from my clit. “You come home from a long day of classes and I’m there waiting to slide my tongue through your wet slit.”
She’s seated between my legs as she reads a book on her kindle that I know will have her riding my dick within the hour.
“I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. I see it all with you, marriage, kids…” Her cheeks turn pink as her eyes light up. “I don’t know how I’m going to tell Kevin and Michelle.” I sigh. “But I want to keep you forever.”
“JP…” she starts. “I need you to fuck me.” “Well, that’s a given.” “No, now. I need you to fuck me, now.”
