Collins stayed down, wiping his mouth, " I never got to kiss her, the first time she pushed me away and the second time she slapped me, now can I get up or you plan on punching me again?""Get up!" He barked at Collins."Alex see, if she doesn't love you, would she get so jealous when another woman is around you, or would she have gotten mad at me for trying to seduce her? To be honest I was just testing her to see if she really cares about you and that it had nothing to do with your wealth, tell Daphne you love her before it's too late""What if I do, and she doesn't feel the same way about me, then what?""Well then you will know for sure" Collins said, then walking towards the door he looked back at Alex, " Good luck, Iam sure everything will work out"Driving home he thought about what Collins had said, well he and Daphne have been living together for over seven months and things were great between them, a month ago he bought an engagement ring for her and had kept it hoping to giv
"Iam sorry Alex, I never wanted to hurt you, but it's over" she reached up and wipe the tears from his face, " you will find someone else who will love you back, now that you know you are capable of loving someone, be Happy Alex, I will never forget you"He nodded looking down, " I will never love anyone else, and I will never stop loving you and I will do everything possible to win you, so if you have to go, then go. You still have your job if you want it""I don't think that will be possible, but thank you" she reached into her purse and takes out a key, handing it to him, " here is your key, I will send someone for my things later""Wait! I have something for you, it's your birthday present, I was going to give it to you tonight over dinner" he reached into his pocket and hands her a small wrapped box."No I can't accept this"Taking her hand he placed it in her hand, " take it, do it for me. Where will you go?""I think to Ellie's place until I figure out what I'm going to do""Oh
It had been a while since the last time I’d held her crying like this - she’d been sixteen and her first real boyfriend had dumped her. I’d honestly been a little flattered that she’d come to me to cry and talk it out instead of Emma or Todd. I held Amelia for a while as she just cried, all the possible reasons why she was here running through my head. The apologies were my only clue really, and I narrowed it down to Amelia either having failed out of college or that she’d gotten knocked up.“Porcelain,” I murmured once she’d settled a bit, sitting across my lap with her head buried in the corner of my neck so I could only really see her light blonde hair. The tears had stopped, though she still sniffed occasionally. She hadn’t even gotten her coat off yet, though I’d threaded my arms inside it so I could hold her comfortably. “What’s wrong, honey? Are you pregnant?”“What?!” she said, sitting up and looking at me. Her pretty, delicate features were a little puffy from her crying, but
“Made some money, lost some money, made some more,” I said with a smirk. It was my usual answer. “How was class? Did that Prof give you more grief?”“Good, and no,” she said. “I think he’s passed it all now that the embarrassment is wearing off.”“Serves him right for trying to grade senior papers using AI tools,” I said.“Well, the university was pretty pissed at him,” Ameilia smirked. “But, that’s all done now. You remember what day it is, right?”“Of course I do,” I said, patting her knee. “I got the files this morning.”“Can I see them?” Amelia asked.I reached over and pulled the folder from under some of my business papers and handed them to her. Amelia immediately pulled out the papers and started scanning over them, her smile widening a little more. She looked up at me. “It’s done. You are officially divorced.”“I am,” I said, and I didn’t feel a twinge of regret. It had started out messy, but once more and more stuff had come to light things had gotten a lot easier. The lawsu
It was a Thursday night so while the bar was busy, it wasn’t packed. That meant it was perfect for our two tables to not quite feel like we were having a party, but still feel ‘together.’ The girls, headed by Amelia, were at one set of tables pushed together. I’d been kind of surprised that eight of her softball teammates had made the trip for this, some of them from across state lines. I’d been the assistant coach for each of them for three years, and some of them for four, alongside Todd. As each of them had shown up at the bar I’d gotten hugs and commiserations, some of them going so far as to say things like, ‘You were always my favourite adult, but I hated her,’ in regards to Jane. I’d never gotten that sense in the past, so I put it up to them picking sides. Amelia had made sure that everyone in our lives knew who was at fault in my divorce and why.My table, squeezed in next to the girls, was a little lighter on bodies. Marcus, my investment partner, had been on my side from t
“You let me know when you’re ready,” Sonya smiled. “I’ve got more than a few single friends who wouldn’t mind climbing Mount Tayvon.”“Please tell me you’re not talking about Patricia,” Paulette groaned to her wife, making Sonya bark out a laugh.“God, no,” she said. “That woman-”“Coach!”I was distracted from hearing what was wrong with the Patricia woman by the cheerful shout of the girls at the other table waving me over. A waitress was setting down a tray covered in shots - enough for at least a couple each. Excusing myself from my table of adults, I got some good-natured ribbing that I better represent the older generation well and hold my liquor.The girls made space for me and I ended up sitting between Emily and Charlize, whose parents had moved a couple of years ago but she’d stuck around Raleigh for college. Amelia was sitting across from me and she leaned over and put a shot in front of me, then lifted one for herself along with all the other girls.“To Tayvon,” Amelia dec
She pulled her lips from me, looking up at my face with a big grin as she jerked my cock, shifting to get both hands on it. I didn’t have a ‘big black cock’ like in porn - most of us didn’t, really. It was about average length, somewhere between five and six inches depending on how hard and turned on I was, but I did have one thing going for me. It was a fat, thick cock. Add to the fact that Amelia had dainty little hands, even for a white girl, and it took both her hands to fully encircle it - there was overlap, I wasn’t ungodly thick, but seeing those pale, porcelain-white fingers stretching around my black cock was ... God, it was an aesthetic.“I always wondered what it looked like,” Amelia smirked a little at me, the hardness of her demand falling away to be replaced by her usual playfulness. “This guy is gonna take some work.” She lowered her lips back to the head of my cock, kissing it messily while maintaining eye contact with me, her grey irises locked onto my expression. Aga
She didn’t stop. Her hands were on my cock, and then her mouth. Her head was a lump in the sheets as she started to moan and bob.“Ffffuuuck,” I hissed, quickly getting hard as I remembered everything from last night. The way her eyes looked as she blew me. The way she smiled and told me she loved me. Her demand to be allowed to do this for me.“Amelia, baby,” I groaned. I had a mild hangover rocking, making it harder for me to think. I lifted the covers and threw them back, revealing her. She was curled up on her side in an almost fetal position, leaning over my leg with one elbow planted between my legs to steady her as she worked both hands on my cock and smiled around the head of it. “Stop,” I groaned.She took her time in doing it. Amelia was almost naked, just wearing a pair of panties. I’d seen her in bikinis plenty of times, not to mention her crop tops and little shorts from the summer or her workout gear when she felt like showing off and getting dolled up for the gym. Her t
Between his looks and his heavy money, Riccardo Bainchi could have anybody on this planet. He had gone out with plenty of women who were half his age without wrinkles and stretch marks, those who could still give him kids.I had dedicated my life to him, had given up all hopes and dreams I had because the money was nice and he treated me better than some of the other jobs I had in my teens. I never got a college education so the opportunities had always been limited. I had nothing to offer him.Before I could voice any of those concerns, he was at my side. He took my chin in his hand, pulled me closer to him, and kissed me hard on the mouth. I stiffened in his hold for a brief moment, wondering if this was all some sort of… joke.But Riccardo didn’t make jokes, especially not with me.“Riccardo,” I whispered between kisses. “Wh-What are you doing?”He seized my waist and lifted me onto the table, almost immediately dropping to his knees between my thighs. I leaned my arms back on the
Riccardo Bianchi scrolledthrough his phone at the head of the dining table with an empty glass of whiskey in front of him. After wiping down the kitchen counter, I refilled the glass, my hand trembling from the nerves zipping through me right now.I had worked for the Bianchi Family for nearly thirty years and had never asked for a night off because I had never quite needed it before now. Riccardo gave me more than enough time during the week to spend my days doing whatever I wanted with his dirty money.But I wanted to go out Friday night with a man I had met at the grocery store. He had worked there for the past five years, but I had never gotten the courage to talk to him besides some desperate little smiles here and there.“What’s wrong?” Riccardo asked.“N-Nothing!” I said too quicklyHe grabbed my shaky hand, stopping me from pouring any more. “Ophelia.”Sucking in a breath, I placed the bottle of alcohol down on the counter and hurried toward the front of the table to distance
She turned off the buzzing toy and climbed up next to me. Her breath smelled like beer and my musk, but I didn't care. I kissed her, holding her face between my hands. She opened her mouth and sucked my tongue between her teeth. "I want you to fuck me with your fingers while you kiss me," she said.I found her wet and open when my fingers reached her mons. I pressed her back against the pillows and kissed her with abandon. She began to move against my palm, making quiet mewing sounds as I rubbed up and down. Every kiss was open, every bite a tease. I ground myself against her side, while my fingers slid along and between her slit.She was holding back. I could tell she didn't want it to be over too soon. I began to kiss her neck and ears, enjoying her biting my shoulder as I worked her closer to the edge. She began to hold her breath, just like John had when he got close. I grabbed her hair and pulled to expose her neck as she had done to me."Oh, fuck yes," she whispered as I licked
I hadn't been entirely honest with Jules. She was the only woman I'd ever thought of sexually. There were a few times when my imaginary lover grew softer curves and longer hair. It was usually after I'd woken from a dream and I couldn't sleep again without finding release. In those drowsy moments, as my fingers rubbed, it was her breasts I touched, and her mouth I kissed. And when my release came, it was her name I whispered. I was ashamed I hadn't told her.Admitting it in my journal didn't change the way I felt about John. Being with him was satisfying in ways that being with Jules couldn't replace. I loved his rough skin when he didn't shave. I loved holding onto his strong shoulders as he entered me. I loved the way he called my name when he emptied himself into me. John and I had connected so powerfully that I now feared losing him as much as I did Jules. It was hard to believe I'd only known him two weeks.I'd fallen for someone wonderful, my best friend had become something mor
Jules spoke before I had a chance to say anything. "She's my wife. It doesn't matter how old she is."Now he looked even more skeptical. "Ya'll are married?" he asked, his tone implying he didn't believe her.I was confused and turned to ask her what she was doing, but Jules reached around my shoulders and pulled me close. She kissed me, moving her mouth against mine and knocking all other thoughts out of my head. I forgot everything as she took my breath away. She stopped after a few lovely moments and turned back to him. "See?"His eyes opened wide as he licked his lips. "Uh, fine. You're married," he said. Then he turned to go back to the bar, looking back over his shoulder at us twice as he went.I was hot suddenly and took off my coat. "That was unexpected.""You wanted a beer, didn't you?""Yes," I agreed, putting my coat down next to me on the seat. "That was ... wow."When he brought over the beers and sat them down in front of us, he asked, "Ya'll want me to run a tab?""Can
"Anyway, he started asking more and more questions. I could tell he was worried about me moving too fast. He tried to make you seem like some backwoods gold digger and I nearly popped him in the mouth for it," he said, sounding angry with his words clipped short."He just doesn't know me. Jules is worried you just want someone to hook up with that won't complicate your life on campus.""Fuck 'em both, then." he said with a grim laugh."I need to tell you something," I said, but he didn't seem to hear me."Look, you don't know everything that's happened over the last couple of years. Mike's been a good friend. He's helped me get through some serious shit. Even so, you don't have to worry about him changing my mind. I've never felt like this about anyone before. Let them worry. You still trust me, don't you?""Yes.""Then hang tough, only four more weeks and I'll be there. I may even bring the bastard along to put this shit to rest. Hey, maybe we could set him up with Jules?""We can tr
"You mean, John..." She trailed off for a second. "Wait, he took your virginity and all he gave you for Christmas was a fucking calendar?""That calendar was his promise to me. He's coming back in four weeks, with more trips to follow! If you hadn't flown off the fucking handle, I'd have told you--""Oh my God, you can't start dating your cousin! What would I tell Susan?""Why the hell not? It's not like we're actually related or did you forget that part?" When she didn't say anything right away, I took advantage and tried to catch my breath. Glancing back at Jules, I found her standing in the doorway of the closet with the strangest look on her face."You still could've told me, Kate," said Mom, sounding much calmer, but my frustration was beyond my control."Yes, I could have, but with the way you've reacted so far, I'm not sure it would have turned out any different.""Just come home. I've been worried sick about you. I haven't been able to sleep since you left."I laughed out loud
Niro's looked a little like a brown house from the outside, but the interior featured a green and white theme with garish accents in yellow and red. We lined up and ordered our dogs, taking seats in the crowded dining room. Mine was fully loaded with tomatoes, pickles, peppers, and onions, and I knew I'd pay for it later, but I hadn't been able to resist my favorite. Jules had hers with everything except the onions."You're going to regret that later," I said.She looked up at me, puzzled. "What?""Not eating onions." I looked at her with a wicked grin. It was still so odd to see her and want to kiss her. I kept thinking of her as my friend, but then my racing heart would correct me every time I looked at her."I don't mind onion breath." Picking up a single fry, she slipped it between her lips seductively, and whispered, "As long as it's yours."I could feel my face grow hot and had to look away for a moment. When her foot slid up my calf, I chuckled. "You'd better eat fast. I'm alre
The hunger I felt for her couldn't stop my mind from comparing our bodies. My own lips were smaller, and my sensitive nub didn't protrude like hers did. Her flavor was amazing, coppery and bright with an almost electric spark. I'd tasted my own arousal before, but this was like drinking lightning from the clouds. Her wetness spread along my lips and cheeks as she began to moan. When she reached her peak, she was completely still, but her thighs trembled against my face. After she'd cried out, her pulsing finish triggered another fit of giggles as she pushed my face away. I kissed her fingers when she put them under my chin to pull me up."Stop, too intense," she said. "Come here and kiss me. Was that enough to blot out the bad memory?"I was feeling greedy. "No, but it was a good start."When I snuggled down next to her again, we looked into each other's eyes. "It makes a difference when it's you," she murmured, seeming surprised, and it puzzled me."Did you imagine it wouldn't?""I'v