each time her pussy inhales my cock, her face giving away how much she loves it. My cock jerks inside her like a fucking vibrator. It doesn’t take me long to get there. I try to reach up and touch her breasts, but she’s fucking me so hard that there is no time. I’m really fucking turned on right now. I watch her face confirm she’s falling into climax as she milks me, coming above me while my cum fills her. This is exactly where I want to be. I want her, my dick wants her, and I will continue to have her.
No more being a jerk.
No more being an idiot.
Finally admitting that I want this woman for keeps as long as she’ll have me is the best decision I’ve ever made. She falls next to me, panting. I roll over and hold her in my arms. I whisper, “I love you, Mia Watson. I really do.”
“I love you too,” she says back, without hesitation.
She turns her head to meet mine and gives me a gentle kiss. I pull the bedcovers over us. I want to catch up on my sleep and build some more energy, so that we can do that all over again. I’ll make love to her as long as she allows me to and for as long as it takes for her to know I really care. The other shit we can sort out later; one step at a time.
Chapter Twenty
“Y ou have a visitor!” Tina’s voice loudly passes through the intercom.
That’s strange. A visitor? She never says that. She normally says who it is, even if it’s my mother. It’s been four months since I last saw her, and that’s a world record.
This week James and Carl are greeting my new recruits. Carl didn’t need much training. He has been a part of the whole thing for a while, apart from the dungeon. Seeing as he’s with Tina now, he can’t do the dungeon events, so James and Steve will run the dungeon, whereas James and Carl host boot camp.
James is a bad boy. Shit, he’s just like me, or how I used to be until I met Mia. She’s turned me soft. I can’t believe I’m fucking saying this, but I can’t fuck another woman. The thought sickens me. I need her with me all the time, and my dick finds it difficult to react to any other pussy but hers.
She’s out shopping at the moment. We spend nearly every moment together when I’m not here. I can’t get her out of my fucking head, and it doesn’t look like I ever will.
“Send them in.” I’m not sure what’s up with the secrecy. Tina’s far from lazy. Anyone who comes in she walks in personally, or comes in the office and tells me about the details to avoid using the intercom. She’s got my curiosity spiked now.
A man wearing a gray suit walks in behind Tina. If I didn’t know any better, he could be me without the tattoos. He’s clean-shaven and has spiky hair. The man smells of money. I haven’t met many of them.
Men with money are usually trouble.
Men who live for power are a pain in the ass.
Men used to getting what they want think they can rule the world.
Men like that can fuck off.
“Your visitor,” Tina declares with eyes that say trouble. Whoever she has brought into my office she’s not comfortable with, which makes me nervous.
“Nathan Black,” he says, holding out his hand as he leans across my desk. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
He’s the one.
Shit, has Mia left me? Did she send him to do her dirty work? It doesn’t make sense because he’s the one she no longer wants to marry, right? This is the one who fucking broke her heart.
I want to kick him in the balls and fuck his face up. I feel a wave of confusion, making me feel sick. He glances around my office, scanning my pictures and the products I sell in the gym.
“I’m sure I don’t have to explain who I am. You already know,” he says, scanning me from the waist up, he eyes my track pants, my shirt, my face, and my hair.
“Let’s cut to the chase. I’ve come to make you a proposition.”
I welcome that chair to a variety of people, but that chair is not for the man who wants my
No more being a jerk.
No more being an idiot.
Finally admitting that I want this woman for keeps as long as she’ll have me is the best decision I’ve ever made. She falls next to me, panting. I roll over and hold her in my arms. I whisper, “I love you, Mia Watson. I really do.”
“I love you too,” she says back, without hesitation.
She turns her head to meet mine and gives me a gentle kiss. I pull the bedcovers over us. I want to catch up on my sleep and build some more energy, so that we can do that all over again. I’ll make love to her as long as she allows me to and for as long as it takes for her to know I really care. The other shit we can sort out later; one step at a time.
Chapter Twenty
“Y ou have a visitor!” Tina’s voice loudly passes through the intercom.
That’s strange. A visitor? She never says that. She normally says who it is, even if it’s my mother. It’s been four months since I last saw her, and that’s a world record.
This week James and Carl are greeting my new recruits. Carl didn’t need much training. He has been a part of the whole thing for a while, apart from the dungeon. Seeing as he’s with Tina now, he can’t do the dungeon events, so James and Steve will run the dungeon, whereas James and Carl host boot camp.
James is a bad boy. Shit, he’s just like me, or how I used to be until I met Mia. She’s turned me soft. I can’t believe I’m fucking saying this, but I can’t fuck another woman. The thought sickens me. I need her with me all the time, and my dick finds it difficult to react to any other pussy but hers.
She’s out shopping at the moment. We spend nearly every moment together when I’m not here. I can’t get her out of my fucking head, and it doesn’t look like I ever will.
“Send them in.” I’m not sure what’s up with the secrecy. Tina’s far from lazy. Anyone who comes in she walks in personally, or comes in the office and tells me about the details to avoid using the intercom. She’s got my curiosity spiked now.
A man wearing a gray suit walks in behind Tina. If I didn’t know any better, he could be me without the tattoos. He’s clean-shaven and has spiky hair. The man smells of money. I haven’t met many of them.
Men with money are usually trouble.
Men who live for power are a pain in the ass.
Men used to getting what they want think they can rule the world.
Men like that can fuck off.
“Your visitor,” Tina declares with eyes that say trouble. Whoever she has brought into my office she’s not comfortable with, which makes me nervous.
“Nathan Black,” he says, holding out his hand as he leans across my desk. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
He’s the one.
Shit, has Mia left me? Did she send him to do her dirty work? It doesn’t make sense because he’s the one she no longer wants to marry, right? This is the one who fucking broke her heart.
I want to kick him in the balls and fuck his face up. I feel a wave of confusion, making me feel sick. He glances around my office, scanning my pictures and the products I sell in the gym.
“I’m sure I don’t have to explain who I am. You already know,” he says, scanning me from the waist up, he eyes my track pants, my shirt, my face, and my hair.
“Let’s cut to the chase. I’ve come to make you a proposition.”
I welcome that chair to a variety of people, but that chair is not for the man who wants my
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