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2024-10-29 19:42:56"I will, and so many other things." Even if he hadn't meant it to sound dirty, it had come out like that. My body responded by shivering, and he noticed it. His eyes darkened. "But right now, I need to brush my teeth. Morning breath is one thing I can live without." I watched him move, slow assertive movements as he slid off the bed and moved towards the door. His muscles tightening as his whole body move; if I was some art collector, his back was something I would want to have a photograph of, a huge one hung right in front of my bed so it would be the first and last thing I saw at the start and end of my day.
I must have fallen asleep once again.
I was alone now, completely covered with my sheet to my chin, more like wrapped like a burrito since the only thing exposed to the world was my head. I had no idea what time of the day it was, just that it was the middle of the day and there was supposed to be someone else in the apartment. His suitcase was in the same cor
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"You're not my boss." I pushed myself off him with enough force to escape him but also almost fell on my face. "You can't just be ordering me around. Making sudden appearances expecting off me to do your bidding, I'm not a child anymore, Liam." I'm furious. He can't order me around. He can virtually understand what's going on. He can't possibly put himself in my shoes. "Say that again." He was still sitting on the chair, looking at me with a straight face. No emotions. That was far scarier on him than any at all. "What?" I ask, my voice suddenly faltering. "Say my name again." Oh, that. Yes, this was the first time in years that I had actually said his name out loud. Ever. To his face. To anyone, even to myself. I flinched and started walking backward when he suddenly stood up. It didn't matter that the sun was out and shining through the windows, that I had no door, or that my tiny kitchen table took any space. He was bigger than anything else. His presence
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Even a few hours after, and I can't believe I'm still hard. I can't stop thinking about her. After all those years, being able to find her again, have her again, touch her, and kiss her. Hell, if this was what an addict felt on a relapse, I was screwed. She was some sort of drug that I couldn't stop wanting to have. I'm currently in the middle of a meeting with a large staff, and I haven't been able to concentrate; the constant chatter is making me lose my temper, and the fact that I am really uncomfortable with my stubborn hard-on. Well, it is my brain's fault really, I keep getting replays of it all every single time I close my eyes; I can see her writing and move in front of me. Those throaty sounds and that crazy sexy smile. I'm doomed. I thought I was lost those years back, but now I'm really deep and fucked up. Leaving her had been one of the hardest things I have ever done. That damned phone call. Out of the times to call, all the idle times I
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"Back so soon?" Soon? It had felt like an eternity away from her. She had changed, and it didn't surprise me since it was getting dark outside. Her messy bed hair was now tamed, finger-combed probably, but still, she looked beautiful with the pink glow on her cheeks and her fresh girl look. Not much makeup, yet she never really wore any before, or the last few days, I had been lucky to see her. I was curious to see what she would look like when she got dressed up for me. Now, she had a loose dress with yellow flowers and no sleeves. I could see her tanned arms, a bit toned. Not like when she lived under my roof when she was untouchable. When she was all legs and wild hair, she would sit in the sun and make her freckles multiply all over her soft tanned skin, when the air around her smelled like warm vanilla and cherry lip gloss. Damn, I'm getting hard again just thinking about her. I felt like a damn pervert, and yet I facepalm myself remembering she was legal back then, old
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"What did you expect? You told him to go.""Yeah, but at least he could call. It's been a week."A whole week and no contact. Not a single attempt. I felt foolish, and there was cold space in my chest. I kept trying to rub it off to no avail."Maybe he's busy at work." She said."He was busy before but he texted me whenever he tad time." Or so he kept saying. He was always making time for me, I knew. Whenever I asked him, he would always fill me in, some crisis or on the way to a meeting. He even told me in advance when he would be unavailable."I think his ego got bruised a little. I guess after all this time the man really was out to get inside your tight pussy.""OMG! I can't believe you just said that!" I panicked, looking around. Her mouth was out of control. Even in an open space, she didn't mind what she said. No filter at all. She was so open about sex that you would think her parents weren't closed, that
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I watch her sleep, her mouth slightly open and her hair damp from the quick bath we had before. A breath of fresh air, that's what she is. Is awful that I am comparing her with all my other sex partners, but I can't help it. All I have to say is that it was good. So good.She felt so fucking good.She has had me working and wondering if it was only me, and now, she's here, sleeping soundly on my bed. Just watching her next to me makes me want to pound my chest like a savage and scream 'mine' at the top of my lungs.Next time I have to remind myself to go slower. Not only did I claim her little body, but I took out all those years filled with lust and want, where the main character of my fantasies was her when I imagined myself with her and not those other women.I had the real thing under me awoken something inside of me. I just wanted to see Dolore's face, listen to my name on her lips, bathing on her shiv
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He's watching my mouth as his hand disappears from sight. I feel it a second later, hot on my stomach. Laid flat and still, a little pressure above my pubic bone.He tastes sweet.He kisses me slow.My hands laced on his neck, pulling him closer. I let him nip my lips and kiss me deeply. His tongue teases mine, making it follow him into his own mouth, and while all this is happening, my brain screams; we're kissing, we're kissing, we're kissing."I can't believe we're doing this." I murmur into his mouth."I've wanted this for so long." Then what took him this long? I'm blinking through my daze, watching him and feeling him, running my hands on his back and arms. Feeling the soft hairs of his chest under my open palms. "You got into my skin. A tiny thing like you disrupted my life, upside-down in a matter of seconds."I've never thought that my presence had done anything but displease him at the beginning. Didn't even expect to be acknowledg
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He didn't stop me. He didn't even chase after me. I watched throw the tinted windows of my ride when we pulled away. Not once the door opens up.Why is our relationship so hard? Why can't we just be together, and that's it? "Why can't it be normal?""You said something back there?""No." Not at all. I wanted to crawl into bed and sleep, but God had other plans. As soon as my car pulled up in front of the building, the door opened, and I was yanked out. I didn't even have any time to react. From one car to another, just like the movies. The door is slammed shut. I know that I have to keep my mouth shut.He doesn't touch me or say anything. I don't even move."Out." He says when the car starts to slow down."But-.""Out Dolores."I want to say he's angry, but I have seen him angry, which is not it. I do get out, but I take my time. Enough time to annoy and make him bark another order. The hand on the small of my back feels like a
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My dress is too short and also from Forever21. I bet there's not a single woman in here with a 21-dollar dress. My pumps are from last year and my make-up, well, I did that myself. I almost took an hour to get the perfect winged eyeliner, and now I felt like a rag-doll. My technique with the contour kit I had was minimal; it was just red lipstick and mascara. The rest, the rest looked good thanks to my forever tanned skin."I love that dress. Where is it from?"I don't want to say. I also don't want to be here and keep pretending like I belong here."I really don't remember, it was something I had in my closet." I shrug and mentally kick myself. It had been out of the blue purchase. He had asked me if I had a suitable dress and I had said yes. After he left, I ran to the nearest open store and bought the dress after trying it on. After watching myself in the mirror with the complete ensemble, I'm sure I looked decent. Liam liked. He'd said it. So that was all th
