NATASHAI can feel my right eyelid twitching as I fight the urge to jump into his arms.There he goes again. Why is he even here? Because of guilt?"What are you trying to say, Tasha?" He asked.Sighing heavily, I grabbed the door. "I'm tired, and I don't have time for this." I pushed the door closed, but before it could, Mike blocked it with his foot."Let's talk this through."Frustration washed over me. He should stop this!"I'm lost." He acted innocently. "What I came here for is to confess something to you, something I never thought I'd feel.""Oh, really?" I chuckled nonchalantly."Yeah," he stepped closer, but I kept my distance. "And I feel like... I feel like I like you.""I didn't know you would feel that way, Michael Montero."I noticed the way he paused when I uttered his full name."Yeah, I already know." I shook my head. "I ran away from you for a reason, you know that?"His surprise eventually faded, replaced by a composed expression and relaxed posture.Standing at my
MICHAELShe's cold, so cold that I'm shivering like a fucked up tropical bird crash-landing in the Antarctic.After fucking her right, I wasn't able to leave her weak in the knees.Damn it!"Natasha..." I called out, waking up from a nap, her scent still lingering on the pillows.She's not beside me anymore, but the residual warmth on the bed is a testament to her presence.The clock shows it's a quarter past nine in the evening. I've made love to her more than once, leaving my mark inside her more than five times. I've given her my all.That's going to leave an indelible mark on her for the rest of her life.The sound of a spoon stirring in a cup reaches my ears. The aroma of creamy coffee fills the air, tantalizing my senses.Pushing the covers off, I pick up my neatly folded boxers from the foot of the bed and put them on.In the kitchen, she's sitting on one of the stools, her eyes looking lost.Did I frighten her?She knows everything. How? But does it matter? It's a relief, in a
NATASHAThe sound of a pen tapping against a pad was irritating, but what can I say? I'm just an employee and Doris is bored.The whole diner is empty."That's your twentieth sigh," Doris counted, letting go of the pen and resting her hands on the counter. "Tell me what's going on, and maybe I can help.""I have a friend..." I began, causing her to burst into laughter before I could finish. "Did I say something funny?""Nothing, I'm sorry. Please, continue."Friend, that's probably the funniest thing about me because I don't have one. And Doris knows that.After working for her for months and having her in my life, she probably knows almost everything about me, except for the fact that I come from a well-known family.I continued, summarizing the story I was concerned about, referring to myself as 'this friend of mine'. It seems like Doris didn't catch on to who I was talking about."And she's asking for my advice, but I don't know what to say since I've never been in her shoes." I gr
MICHAEL"Why are you still here?"I found myself sprawled out on her bed, engrossed in a book I found from her drawer. My hands were tucked under my head, serving as a makeshift pillow, legs lazily crossed, and, frankly, stark naked."And where on earth are your clothes?" She inquired, her tone laced with surprise and a hint of annoyance as she stepped into her apartment.It was mid-afternoon, signaling the end of her work shift.Damn clock must have been malfunctioning because it felt like I had been waiting an eternity rather than a mere four hours.Upon leaving the diner, I was disappointed by her continuous avoidance. She didn't even spare me a single word.She can be sweet, she can be seductive, and, damn, she can be cold as fuck.If I weren't so smitten with her, I would've asked for a divorce by now."My clothes are outside, drying in the sun," I replied, lifting my leg and playfully wiggling my toes at her. "Since I forgot to bring extra clothes, I have no choice but to wait u
NATASHAIf a lion is offered meat, it bites. But since I'm only a part-time predator, I can only suck."Fuck..." Mike groaned as I took him inside my mouth.The taste of his saltiness mixed with the scent of soap made him incredibly delicious. I had never done this before, but I had learned from watching mature videos on the internet.I never anticipated that it would feel this amazing pleasuring someone.His impressive size stretched my mouth. He was so big that I couldn't take all of him. I had to use my hands to give him the desired thrust.One of his hands rested above my head, guiding the rhythm of my movements. He wanted it slow, but I wanted him more."Fuck, Natasha," he moaned.When I lifted my gaze, I saw him looking at me with his droopy eyes. Mouth parted, chest heaving. He seemed to be experiencing a mix of pain and pleasure. Pain that he likes.Releasing his rod, I shifted my focus to his soft and sensitive balls.Mike hissed from the sensation.I was being careful, not w
MICHAELI watched as she walked around, exploring the house I owned in Hampton.The balcony offered a view of the beach, and the constant salty air added to the ambiance.Natasha. I'm starting to fucking enjoy how her name rolls off my tongue.She stood on the balcony, her porcelain skin seeming to glow as the orange light from the setting sun illuminated her. Her silky blonde hair danced in the wind, along with her flowy dress that fluttered softly."You had me fooled," she said when I joined her by the banister. "I should've known. You rent a room at a resort worth more than a year of my salary at the diner, and now I find out that you own a multi-million dollar beach house here in Hampton."Her gaze was fixed on the scenery, but for me, the most interesting sight was her face.Damn, she's a beautiful woman."You're beautiful," I said, voicing what my mind had been telling me about her.She seemed to forget how to speak and chose to look away from me."Look at me, Natasha." I gently
NATASHAFull of pleasure, full of satisfaction, I lay there both invigorated and drained beside him.His lips planted a kiss on my bare shoulder as his hands traced the contours of my body. Each kiss sent thousands of volts through my veins."Did I tire you?" He asked, his voice laced with sweetness.Unable to muster a word, I hummed in reply, which morphed into a moan as he kissed the exposed skin of my neck."Damn, I love it when you make that sound," he hissed.He turned me to face him, wasting no time in capturing my lips in a lingering kiss, savoring every taste.My hand ran through his hair, tugging it gently enough to elicit a groan from him.His hand journeyed from a soft caress of my arm to cupping my breast, prompting a long moan from me. But that wasn't enough for him.His hand slipped between my thighs, but I caught it before he could reach my sensitive area."Mike, I can't..."He chuckled and let me be. "Pussy's still sore?"Instead, he caressed my thigh beneath the blank
MICHAELListening to her loud thoughts grates on my nerves. I know she's uncertain about me, but all I want is to hear her promise that she'll stay with me, that she won't run away again.Is it really that difficult for her? She doesn't have to promise anything, because I know, whether she stays or leaves, I'll bring her back until she finally decides to trust me.But how can I convince her quickly? After all, I'm known as one of the most notorious playboys in the world."You do realize you've given me hickeys, and now you expect me to wear this?" She holds up the dress I personally selected for her.A sleeveless red dress that will undoubtedly fit her like a glove. I intentionally left those marks, each one bearing my name.Her innocent forest-green eyes locked with mine, disbelief flickered within them, stoking a fiery desire that compelled me to taste her lips again and spend the rest of the night tucked away in bed.Damn, I'm fucking addicted."Just marking my territory," I say, w