“No need to.”“Yes, there’s a need to. Hobbies are important. Everyone I know has at least one, and some have a few.”“Everyone you know is a kid. All kids have are hobbies.”“That’s not true. There’s Daniel and Knox, and they like a lot of things, like sports and clubbing.”“They tell you that?”“Yeah.”My spine jerks in a rigid line despite my attempts to remain calm. Fact is, I can’t stop thinking about her having cheerful conversations with those two bastards. Yes, she’s outgoing, especially with those who are nice to her. And it probably means nothing, but that doesn’t negate the fact that the idea fills me with a raw feeling I’ve never experienced before.An irrational feeling I don’t want to find the reason behind. “Just what do you talk about with them?”“Stuff.”“Like?”“Nothing important.”“If it’s not important, then don’t talk about stuff with them.”“But I like them.”“You’ll stop it and that’s final.”“No.”“Gwyneth.”“I don’t tell you to stop talking to Aspen. I’m being
“You think?”“I do.”She nods meekly.“Are we good? Have you stopped thinking he abandoned you? He’s not your mother. He hated that woman. Because fuck her. Do you hear me? Fuck her for leaving you in the streets and being a coward who ran into the night.”“Yeah, fuck her.”“Good.”She smiles through her tears and I love the fucking sight of it, how the green rushes back to the surface, chasing away the gray. She never gets upset for very long. She’s always striving to move forward and trying her best to stay afloat.Because she’s special like that.“Hey, Nate.”“What?”“You didn’t comment on my language.”“You get a pass.”“Fuck yeah.”“Gwyneth.”“What? You said I get a pass.”“Not twice.” I inspect her finger, and thankfully, it’s not bleeding anymore. “And stop hurting yourself, or I swear to fucking God…”“What?” The word is so breathy, it’s barely audible.She has this habit of wanting to know the consequences. Sometimes, I suspect she does it on purpose, just to see my reaction.
GwynethYou know when you’re happy but feel like everything will eventually turn into an epic clusterfuck?Yeah, that’s me right now.Because it’s been so peaceful these last couple of days, so happy, so wholesome. Dad even moved his hand in mine when I went to visit him the day after my talk with Nate. He squeezed it, just the slightest bit, and I nearly fainted from happiness.The doctor didn’t give me much hope and said it was most likely a subconscious motor reaction and doesn’t mean anything, but I don’t believe that. I’m sure Dad wants to wake up. Besides, he was welcoming me back because it’s been some time since I last visited him.I apologized for wanting to bury him while he’s still alive. I told him that I didn’t mean to and that I just didn’t want him to abandon me like my mom did, and at that exact moment, he squeezed my hand.So yeah, the doctor is wrong, because Dad was listening and responded to me, so I know he’s there, that he didn’t leave me.That he’s not my mother
“Maybe you need encouragement or something.”“Thanks, guys, but…my tastes are different.”We both turn toward her at the same time and she just drinks from her water nonchalantly.“Do you veer in the other direction?” I ask, then blurt, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. You don’t need to answer.”“I’m not a lesbian. I just…like older men, I guess.”“Oh,” both Chris and I exclaim at the same time.Jane is actually my age, not mid-twenties like I thought. But she’s a genius—graduated college early and started working here not long before I came along.But all those details fade into the background. Only one is important and sticks with me; the fact that she likes older men. I knew I found her interesting for a reason.“I’m slightly wounded,” Chris breathes out. “Now I need to get older fast to get on your radar, ladies.”“What do I have to do with it?” I whisper, taking a large bite of my burger.“Come on, you have the hots for Nathaniel.”I choke on my mouthful and Jane pushes the b
“I’m not. I’m just thinking about it from your dad’s perspective. Do you think he’d be full of smiles if he found out that his best friend took advantage of his daughter when he should’ve been taking care of her? He’s the older one. He should know better.”“He didn’t take advantage of me.Ichose this. I’m twenty and I can make my own decisions.”“Hey, calm down.” Chris softens his voice. “I was just saying it from a different perspective. Sit down.”It’s then I notice that I’m standing up, crushing the burger between my stiff fingers. And I hate this, I hate that I got worked up so fast and nearly lost my shit. If it was Nate, he wouldn’t have acted this way. Because he’s older and wiser, and maybe Chris is right. Maybe I just don’t know better.I flop back on the chair, my eyes stinging and my heart sinking in my chest. If the people who are supposed to be by my side are secretly judging me, how would others feel about it? Nate was right to keep the marriage a secret.Once again, he p
I’m still unconvinced, considering the fact that she looked to be on the verge of a meltdown just now. But I also don’t want to risk Knox’s wrath, so I throw the remnants of my burger in the trash and step past him. I expect him to follow, but he doesn’t.Weird.I take the elevator up and head to Aspen’s office. I’ve dropped some files off to her before, so this isn’t the first time I’ve been here, but I hate it just the same.Her assistant tells me to go in, and I knock on the door, waiting for her curt “Come in” before I step inside.Her office is large, neat, and a bit manly, even if she is the most elegant woman I know. In a way, I understand why people like Jane or even Chris respect her. She’s a very hard worker and made it in a male-dominated world when the odds were against her. I should probably give her the benefit of the doubt, but I just can’t.Not only has Dad always painted her as a witch, but she also chose Nate to be the only man she’s close to.It could’ve been any ma
GwynethMy spine tingles and jumps and I nearly reel from the shock of hearing his voice.Not only do I plaster myself against the wall, but my whole body also hums to life. From my stuttering intakes of air to the curling of my toes in my white sneakers and all the way to my heaving chest. My nipples tighten and so does my pussy.It’s just a voice, damn it, a voice among billions of others; however, it’s not merely any voice. It’shisvoice. The man I’m not supposed to be crushing on, because it’s a form of dependency.It’s not healthy.And Dad will kill him when he finds out about this.But all those thoughts blur in the background, all those don’t matter, because what I’m feeling is healthy in my mind, and Dad isn’t here. He still doesn’t want to wake up, so I’ll think about everything else when he does.Right now, there’s only Nate’s voice and me, his stern voice that I can recognize the anger in. There’s a slight vibration in it, so even though it sounds calm, I know he isn’t. Oh,
And the air hitting them has nothing to do with it.He grabs them in his large hands, in those strong, veiny hands, and squeezes the tips together with so much force that it makes me whimper.“Did he touch these tits? Did he cop a feel, Gwyneth?”“No…he didn’t.”“Did he try? Did you let him?”“No…” I can’t stop whimpering and moaning at the same time because he’s mashing my breasts together, squeezing my nipples, and making them more tight and sensitive than I’ve ever experienced before.Zaps of pleasure flood through me and cause arousal to pool in my panties, and I know he’ll feel it, too. He’s about to find out how much he affects me when he releases my throat and unzips my skirt, letting it fall around my ankles.He cups me over my panties, digging his long fingers into my needy core with a raging possessiveness that makes me go up on my tiptoes.“How about here?”I’m struggling for a sliver of oxygen because I can’t speak. I can’t even think. His intensity is too raw and thick, w
The girl who’s currently writhing against me, her naked tits glued to my chest as she kisses me back and lets me drink myself from her.She lets me drink what I did to her.And I kiss her harder, faster, long after my taste is gone, and it’s all her now. Fucking vanilla and ice cream and cupcakes.I pull away when she’s wheezing, her neck red and her pulse thundering. Fuck. I was so engrossed in the act that I forgot to let us breathe.She stares at me, her lips swollen and parted and so damn tempting. “You kissed me back.”“Huh?”“I thought you never would. Kiss me, I mean.”“That wasn’t kissing. That was snowballing.”“I love that. Snowballing. Let’s do it more.”“You’re not vanilla, after all.”“Not with sex, I guess.”“How do you know that?”“I want all the things.”“All the things?”“Yeah, everything.”I’m going to fuck her again. I can feel it. And I will.But I need to feed her first.I begrudgingly get up and tuck myself in. “Take a shower and meet me downstairs.”“Can’t we st
* * *I wake up in pain.My dick. It’s so fucking hard, it hurts.I groan deep in my throat and open my eyes. Usually, I sleep in nothing because any friction from clothes causes this fucking discomfort.I’m about to reach down and adjust it when my gaze lands on that colorful chameleon one. It’s so bright and shiny, like the green has slaughtered all the other colors.“You slept here,” she blurts as if she’s been waiting for me to wake up so she can say the words.Fuck. I did sleep here, and it’s early morning already. I don’t usually sleep that easily. I don’t sleep at all unless I exhaust my body in the gym first.But I did. Last night. Even with my clothes on.“I didn’t have a choice. You held my hand hostage.” I tip my chin at my palm that’s still under her cheek and how she’s gripping my wrist.“I don’t care. It still counts.” She inches closer and I grunt when her thigh touches my raging erection.At that, she stares down, her eyes widening. “It looks painful.”“Whose fault is
NathanielGwyneth is fast asleep.I can’t stop staring at her. At the delicate lines of her face, at the slight flutter of her long, thick lashes over her cheeks. At how her fiery hair frames her face.But most of all, I can’t stop staring at the blood.Her virginal blood, because she hasn’t had sex before. She hasn’t let a dick inside her, and I acted like an animal and took her against the wall.If I had an ounce of control, even a sliver, I would’ve stopped and carried her to a bed. I would’ve put on a fucking condom like I usually do. But all those thoughts didn’t exist when she had her legs around me, rocking against me as if she’d waited for that moment as long as I have.There was no thinking, period.I should’ve known better. Ireallyshould’ve known fucking better.I leave her on her princess bed, with muslin curtains and fluffy pillows, and head to her bathroom to wash my dick.It’s covered with remnants of my cum and her blood. And I can’t stop staring at it. At the evidence
Every inch of his huge cock is in me at once and it’s deep. So fucking deep that I whimper and gasp, and my insides feel like they’re tearing apart.Because I think they are.Holy shit. The sting hurts so good. It hurts better than I imagined. All the stories I’ve heard about this moment are nonsensical. They said it would hurt like you want to die or cry, and I do want to cry, but for an entirely different reason than pain.Like how ethereal it feels, how full, how deep and right.Nate doesn’t seem to share my thoughts, because he freezes, like completely, even though he’s breathing harshly and heavily. And his eyes, the color of darkness, widen a little as they stares into mine.“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” His curses start low, then grow in volume. “You’re a virgin?”“I don’t think I am anymore.”“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me, Gwyneth?”“I didn’t believe it mattered.”“Of course, it fucking matters. I wouldn’t have fucked you against the wall for your first time. I would’ve been gentle.”
slick opening. “You’re shaking like a leaf after a mere clit orgasm and you think you can take my dick up this tight cunt?”“I…can try.”“What if you can’t take it? What if you start crying because it hurts?”“It’s okay.” My lips are trembling and my throat is so dry, it’s uncomfortable to swallow. “Because you’ll make it feel good afterward. You’ll make me smile after I cry.”“You’re so sure that I will, huh?”“Yeah.”“But you said you’d be my toy, and toys break.”“Not me.”A strange look passes over his features as he releases my hip and unbuckles his pants. I can’t help the small gasp that slips out of me.He’shuge.I’ve felt his erection against my stomach, my ass, my pussy—everywhere—and I predicted he was probably big, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight in front of me.His cock is not only long and thick, but it’s also veiny and hard, so hard that my mouth waters and my pussy clenches around his fingers.There’s a drop of a transparent liquid rolling down the side
And the air hitting them has nothing to do with it.He grabs them in his large hands, in those strong, veiny hands, and squeezes the tips together with so much force that it makes me whimper.“Did he touch these tits? Did he cop a feel, Gwyneth?”“No…he didn’t.”“Did he try? Did you let him?”“No…” I can’t stop whimpering and moaning at the same time because he’s mashing my breasts together, squeezing my nipples, and making them more tight and sensitive than I’ve ever experienced before.Zaps of pleasure flood through me and cause arousal to pool in my panties, and I know he’ll feel it, too. He’s about to find out how much he affects me when he releases my throat and unzips my skirt, letting it fall around my ankles.He cups me over my panties, digging his long fingers into my needy core with a raging possessiveness that makes me go up on my tiptoes.“How about here?”I’m struggling for a sliver of oxygen because I can’t speak. I can’t even think. His intensity is too raw and thick, w
GwynethMy spine tingles and jumps and I nearly reel from the shock of hearing his voice.Not only do I plaster myself against the wall, but my whole body also hums to life. From my stuttering intakes of air to the curling of my toes in my white sneakers and all the way to my heaving chest. My nipples tighten and so does my pussy.It’s just a voice, damn it, a voice among billions of others; however, it’s not merely any voice. It’shisvoice. The man I’m not supposed to be crushing on, because it’s a form of dependency.It’s not healthy.And Dad will kill him when he finds out about this.But all those thoughts blur in the background, all those don’t matter, because what I’m feeling is healthy in my mind, and Dad isn’t here. He still doesn’t want to wake up, so I’ll think about everything else when he does.Right now, there’s only Nate’s voice and me, his stern voice that I can recognize the anger in. There’s a slight vibration in it, so even though it sounds calm, I know he isn’t. Oh,
I’m still unconvinced, considering the fact that she looked to be on the verge of a meltdown just now. But I also don’t want to risk Knox’s wrath, so I throw the remnants of my burger in the trash and step past him. I expect him to follow, but he doesn’t.Weird.I take the elevator up and head to Aspen’s office. I’ve dropped some files off to her before, so this isn’t the first time I’ve been here, but I hate it just the same.Her assistant tells me to go in, and I knock on the door, waiting for her curt “Come in” before I step inside.Her office is large, neat, and a bit manly, even if she is the most elegant woman I know. In a way, I understand why people like Jane or even Chris respect her. She’s a very hard worker and made it in a male-dominated world when the odds were against her. I should probably give her the benefit of the doubt, but I just can’t.Not only has Dad always painted her as a witch, but she also chose Nate to be the only man she’s close to.It could’ve been any ma
“I’m not. I’m just thinking about it from your dad’s perspective. Do you think he’d be full of smiles if he found out that his best friend took advantage of his daughter when he should’ve been taking care of her? He’s the older one. He should know better.”“He didn’t take advantage of me.Ichose this. I’m twenty and I can make my own decisions.”“Hey, calm down.” Chris softens his voice. “I was just saying it from a different perspective. Sit down.”It’s then I notice that I’m standing up, crushing the burger between my stiff fingers. And I hate this, I hate that I got worked up so fast and nearly lost my shit. If it was Nate, he wouldn’t have acted this way. Because he’s older and wiser, and maybe Chris is right. Maybe I just don’t know better.I flop back on the chair, my eyes stinging and my heart sinking in my chest. If the people who are supposed to be by my side are secretly judging me, how would others feel about it? Nate was right to keep the marriage a secret.Once again, he p