slept with in this bed?" I don't know why I ask because it is definitely not an answer I want to know.
"Including you?" He acts like he is thinking hard. "One."
"Lies!" I screech at the ridiculous answer that I know cannot be true.
"In this bed, in this apartment, it is only you," he says not even blinking an eye.
"D id you just move here?" I laugh at the absurd lie he is telling me.
"Three years ago. I have never brought a girl here before, never wanted to until you, Petal." He is not even laughing, he is dead serious.
"You had a condom in the side table in the living room." No one is that prepared if they are not intending on needing it. This makes him laugh.
"It dropped out o f my wallet, like, two months ago. I saw it the next day and just threw it in there because the cleaning lady was coming. It was a happy coincidence." If he is lying to me right now he is doing a damn good job because I believe him. I'm still leaning on my elbow watching the very satisfied look on his face as I try to think of another reason.
"Have you ever had a serious girlfriend?" Let's see if I can find out anything about the rumors everyone is so curious about.
"H ave you ever had a serious boyfriend?" Just like on the phone, he turns the conversation back on me.
"I've told you, my only boyfriend was in high school. Why don't you like to talk about your past?" I dare to delve deeper.
"Because there is nothing to talk about," he grates and I feel his body tense up. I decide to drop it and go back to the reasons I can't stay here tomorrow.
"I don't have a ny clean clothes," I say to lighten the mood, lying down on my back.
"You don't need clothes." He rolls over now propped up next to me. His hand moves down my stomach and he grabs my hip bone squeezing it making me laugh.
"I have to work tomorrow." I squeal as he tickles me more.
"Nope, you have a concussion and two black eyes." His lips brush my forehead then he lightly kisses each eye.
"I probably wouldn't get many tips like this would I?" I push on hi s chest so he falls on his back and crawl on top of him straddling his thighs. My hair falls forward, brushing his face.
"You would still get tips," h e says, his eyes getting darker.
"If I unbuttoned a few more buttons, they w ouldn't even look at my eyes," I laugh.
"I don' t think so." He doesn't laugh. "Mine." He wraps his arm around my waist, sitting up he kisses each breast lightly. I feel him hard under me again. Reaching up, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear then cups my jaw and takes my lips. Slowly he kisses my upper lip then my lower lip. "This is all mine," he says again, wrapping his hand around the nape of my neck to pull me in.
"Yes," I moan between frenzied breaths.
"Yes what , Petal?" He pulls lightly on my hair to make me look in his eyes.
"Yours." I try to kiss him, but he holds me back.
"What's mine?" His gaze is so intense, eyes dark and chest heaving.
"Me, I'm yours," I groan. H e finally lets me loose so I can kiss him again. My hands are in his hair, his lips kissing and sucking down my neck. I feel him just at my entrance so hard and I want him so bad. I move my hips trying to get him to enter me.
"Wait, I need to get a condom," h is breath heavy on my ear as he fights my hips. He moves me off him gently then scrambles off the bed to get his wallet on the dresser.
"Hurry , baby." I'm lying on my back with the tip of my index finger between my teeth. It doesn't take him but a second to be crawling back on the bed after he rolls the condom on.
"My God, you are fucking beautiful," he growls deeply, low in his throat. Grabbing my legs, he pulls them apart, holding one up in the crook of his arm he impales his cock into me. The instant rush of pain and pleasure makes me scream, my back arches, and my head goes back into the mattress.
His lips are on my exposed throat kissing their way up to my jaw then to my lips, our tongues anxious to be in each other's mouths as he
"Including you?" He acts like he is thinking hard. "One."
"Lies!" I screech at the ridiculous answer that I know cannot be true.
"In this bed, in this apartment, it is only you," he says not even blinking an eye.
"D id you just move here?" I laugh at the absurd lie he is telling me.
"Three years ago. I have never brought a girl here before, never wanted to until you, Petal." He is not even laughing, he is dead serious.
"You had a condom in the side table in the living room." No one is that prepared if they are not intending on needing it. This makes him laugh.
"It dropped out o f my wallet, like, two months ago. I saw it the next day and just threw it in there because the cleaning lady was coming. It was a happy coincidence." If he is lying to me right now he is doing a damn good job because I believe him. I'm still leaning on my elbow watching the very satisfied look on his face as I try to think of another reason.
"Have you ever had a serious girlfriend?" Let's see if I can find out anything about the rumors everyone is so curious about.
"H ave you ever had a serious boyfriend?" Just like on the phone, he turns the conversation back on me.
"I've told you, my only boyfriend was in high school. Why don't you like to talk about your past?" I dare to delve deeper.
"Because there is nothing to talk about," he grates and I feel his body tense up. I decide to drop it and go back to the reasons I can't stay here tomorrow.
"I don't have a ny clean clothes," I say to lighten the mood, lying down on my back.
"You don't need clothes." He rolls over now propped up next to me. His hand moves down my stomach and he grabs my hip bone squeezing it making me laugh.
"I have to work tomorrow." I squeal as he tickles me more.
"Nope, you have a concussion and two black eyes." His lips brush my forehead then he lightly kisses each eye.
"I probably wouldn't get many tips like this would I?" I push on hi s chest so he falls on his back and crawl on top of him straddling his thighs. My hair falls forward, brushing his face.
"You would still get tips," h e says, his eyes getting darker.
"If I unbuttoned a few more buttons, they w ouldn't even look at my eyes," I laugh.
"I don' t think so." He doesn't laugh. "Mine." He wraps his arm around my waist, sitting up he kisses each breast lightly. I feel him hard under me again. Reaching up, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear then cups my jaw and takes my lips. Slowly he kisses my upper lip then my lower lip. "This is all mine," he says again, wrapping his hand around the nape of my neck to pull me in.
"Yes," I moan between frenzied breaths.
"Yes what , Petal?" He pulls lightly on my hair to make me look in his eyes.
"Yours." I try to kiss him, but he holds me back.
"What's mine?" His gaze is so intense, eyes dark and chest heaving.
"Me, I'm yours," I groan. H e finally lets me loose so I can kiss him again. My hands are in his hair, his lips kissing and sucking down my neck. I feel him just at my entrance so hard and I want him so bad. I move my hips trying to get him to enter me.
"Wait, I need to get a condom," h is breath heavy on my ear as he fights my hips. He moves me off him gently then scrambles off the bed to get his wallet on the dresser.
"Hurry , baby." I'm lying on my back with the tip of my index finger between my teeth. It doesn't take him but a second to be crawling back on the bed after he rolls the condom on.
"My God, you are fucking beautiful," he growls deeply, low in his throat. Grabbing my legs, he pulls them apart, holding one up in the crook of his arm he impales his cock into me. The instant rush of pain and pleasure makes me scream, my back arches, and my head goes back into the mattress.
His lips are on my exposed throat kissing their way up to my jaw then to my lips, our tongues anxious to be in each other's mouths as he
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