“I can’t do this.” I thought at the same time that I turned around to walk out.
“Afraid?”
The one word stopped me cold. Challenged me. Ignited a different fire within. Bastard.
“I can’t do this.” I thought at the same time that I turned around to walk out.
“Afraid?”
The one word stopped me cold. Challenged me. Ignited a different fire within. Bastard.
It was time that I showed her the power of a woman. “Lay down.” I instructed.
Her hands griped the bed as she fought the urge to touch me. I chuckled loving how much she was into it already. I bit the side of her neck hard and her cunt shivered.
Waking up to an empty bed and stiff dick is the worst damn feeling when you have the need to fuck. Must be Monday. Any other day of the week and her sweet lips would be here welcoming me to a new day.
I blinked at the line of plastic indicators. All 12 of them said the same thing in one way or another. Pluses, double lines, and words popped up on the little screen. One even flashed it to my attention.
“Strip.”
I turned to see her closing the door of the hotel room. Was I mistaken? Had she spoken or was I hearing things? I opened my mouth to speak but she held up her hand halting the action.
On my knees I waited. It seemed to be that I’d never earn his touch. I knew that he was nearby because his scent drifted to me with every breeze from the open window.
The angle was all wrong, there wasn’t enough bite, and my frustration was making the moment cold. The sigh that escaped my lips sounded just as defeated as I felt.
Why settle for 1 when you could have so much more?
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