Fantasy

Natalie

His tongue wondered inside my mouth and even Bernie can't even do that to me. Just a kiss and makes my ovary drops and my pussy wet and my nipples hard as pebbles. His smell, so good, and the smell of sweet wines that we tasted.

I couldn't even think straight that I had sex with this man who growled like an animal as I scream his name, who moves so beautifully and made me wonder about every trust he made and he didn't come until I haven't gotten my fifth orgasm? His long rough fingers, inside my pussy and his tongue on my clit and that fucking fingers are wonderful giving me orgasms as it thrust, it might be little orgasms that I had felt. But in the end, it was so wonderful and mind-blowing.

His hot mouth on my nipples moaned as he fingers me down there and expertly rubbed the spot that I never felt I had before. Not even Bernie Caldron can locate it. This man is a God when it comes to sex and pleasuring women and when it comes to charming women as well.

I was done with my daydreaming when we reached my apartment building. I got off quickly from his motorbike as he looked around the area. I know what he’s thinking. That it’s quite a place. Only for poor people.

"You should be living somewhere else," he said looking around my neighborhood.

"I'm fine. You don't need to get all worried because I won't stalk you."

"It's not about that, you know that I'm worried about you." He said, truly sincere. I chuckled sarcastically as I pulled the helmet. I still don’t trust the man when it comes to commitment.

"Casanova, don't get too worried, a man like you don't fuck with a woman like me."

"I don't, because I take care of a woman like you." He took the helmet. "Call me when you need anything."

"I won't."

"Natalie, I'm not a jerk." He said, looking frustrated because of my stubbornness. He looked so sincere. And as a friend to Francis, I never saw him speak so sincere to any woman. He’s more of a flirt and he didn’t give promises.

"I know." That's what I'm afraid of. He might not be a jerk but there will be the time that he will be. Just like Bernie Caldron. My ex-fiancé, which I thought that I had known for a long and suddenly, became a douchebag.

"Next time don't ask me to fuck you, I lose control when it comes to you." He said as he slid the helmet the spare helmet on his arm.

"Seriously, I'm fine. Let's just say that it didn't happen." I told him nonchalantly.

Truthfully, I want him to leave but half of me wanted him to stay and to do it again and worry about the consequences later. But I have to gather all of my rationality for my future.

"I won't think it that way, know why? It's the most wonderful night I ever had. Most wonderful sex I ever had and the most wonderful orgasm I ever had in my life." He said as he reached my hand.

"Stop kidding around Casanova. You have a camp, do you?”

"I do, but I could cancel that for you." I don't know what he is doing. It's scaring me. Scaring me that I’ll fall in love.

"Just go." I shooed him.

He pulled me closer and kissed my lips that made my eyes widen. I still remember how hot our first kiss shot me with electricity. Waking up my sex hormones. I'm horny now. I have to admit it.

He left after the kiss and I did turn back and went to my apartment room. I lock the door that has the triple lock and turn on the air conditioner. I strip my clothes, put them on the stacks of clothes, and take a long shower to clear my head. My apartment is small and has four walls outside the bathroom and my bathroom is too small with a standing shower and a toilet bowl.

Once that I am down, my stomach growls, and I start rummaging in the fridge. I took out things and when there's a knock on my door, I stop, and open my door still the chains are connected.

"Yes?"

"Delivery Ma'am!"

"I didn't order anything." He showed me the note and Francis paid for it. I sigh and close the door and remove the chains as I open the door half-open. I sign the paper.

"Thank you! Enjoy!"

"Thanks." I lock the door and open a lot of foods that he ordered. My favorite meals at KFC. My smartphone is ringing, and I answer it.

"I will meet you tomorrow."

"No need. I'm busy." I said coldly. "Thanks for the food. Next time don't buy me one again." I hung up and started eating as I recall everything last night.

I should be sleeping but I ended up touching myself as I recall everything. His skin on mine, his mouth on mine, with deep breathing and his groan and growls as he trusted deep inside me, making me all breathless and damn, I feel like dying in happiness back there. For a lot of orgasms that I had received from him.

I open my eyes when my phone is ringing. I immediately got up and answered it. I glance at the clock to see that it is almost one in the afternoon.

"Sorry!"

"Are you sick?" the manager asked.

"I am fine and I'll be there. I could cover a shift tomorrow as well."

"It's fine, Natalie, just rest for a while. I just called because I already sent your wage to your bank account. Don't forget to pay for rent." He's a best friend to me as well.

The manager of the gym Garry always helped me out. Since we are high school friends and he knows how Bernie hurt me. He's like a big brother to me.

"Thank you, Garry."

"It's nothing, besides, I hate that you are suffering. You even quit your full job because of that dick."

"I know, I was a big disappointment and a big fool."

"So, just relax. You'll have another long practice for tonight."

"Thank you."

Instead of relaxing, I clean the whole apartment and wash my clothes. I hang it all on the rooftop to dry it and cover the bedsheets around while inside are my underwear. Damn, my whole life was always this kind of messy. Now, if I get pregnant because of that awesome sex, it will make my life harder. It will only mean that I can't dance and flair the bottles and I can't go to the gym to help with working out.

I remove my hat and my phone beeps. I check it to find thirty thousand on my account and another for my paycheck from the gym. I tried to call Francis, but he wasn't answering at all.

What should I do now? I worked out, started packing my things, and took my pepper spray. I must leave early so I couldn't get jammed in the traffic.