hell of a lot heavier. She was a beautiful little thing.
Her bright eyes met mine then everything changed; the current running through me was now one of anger. I saw the fear in her eyes as she gasped. The rage I felt was mixed with a whole new emotion— desire. I wanted her...in my bed. Her hair sprawled across my pillows, satiated and weak from me fucking her. The need to have her was more than I was comfortable with. She was perfect looking. Her eyes were a pretty green shade with a face pale as the moon and springy, red curls acting as its frame. Everything about her screamed siren, but she was no different than all the others.
Why did she have to look at me that way? I didn’t want her pity. Normally, I just tolerated it and went on my way but with her, I was hurt. So confused, I was about to leave her there when I noticed her hobble on one leg.
"Are you okay?" The thought of her actually being hurt made me insanely enraged. I looked down the path like I was still going to see that guy. I thought of calling some favors in and pulling the surrounding park cameras.
"I'm okay. I just landed a little awkwardly on my ankle. Thank you, sir,” she muttered, dusting off her bottom. I was so fucked in the head. Hearing her say sir only stiffened my cock and visions of her begging for my dick circled my mind.
I smiled at her. "I'm Dexter Price. You are?"
"I know who you are. I'm Elena Collins." Suspicion and curiosity kicked in. She knew who I was. Was this some attempt to meet me?
“How do you know who I am?” I asked. I wasn’t in the paper that often. Well, at least, my image wasn’t, but my business successes were duly noted. Lovely Elena looked nervous and shaky.
"Excuse me. I've got to go. Thank you again." She scurried off shaking the pain in her ankle away like it hadn't happened, leaving me standing there in confusion.
I should have stopped her. I walked back to my condo to get ready for work. The whole way back, I thought about her. Was she single or did she have someone? I had to know. “Damn, I should have stopped her,” I growled as the elevator doors closed.
~~~~
I woke up from another sweaty, heart-pounding, pussy-throbbing dream. He got to me again. In my dreams, he came to me and made love all night. It was insane. Of all the people I had a crush on, it shouldn’t be Dexter Price. I tried not to think about him, but every time I thought about my leg, he popped in my head. Since my leg constantly throbbed, I was lost to hours of just Dexter. We were connected by a fateful night but had never met before. Reaching into my bedside table, I took out my trusty 1 buddy and from under my pillow, grabbed his picture.
I looked at his photo thinking he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen—even with the scars. His chocolate-colored hair and eyes were stunning. I heard rumors that he was hideous with all the scars, but from the few images of him I saw over the years, they weren’t that bad. My leg had terrible scars that looked worse than his face.
Something about him turned me on to the point that I needed to come at least once a day. Visions of him fucking me in every different way always sent me spinning into delicious orgasms. I moaned as the tip hit my clit, vibrating intensely, sending me into a mind-blowing orgasm. “Dexter,” I chanted his name from my lips.
It was still too early to be up with nothing to do, so I decided it might be cool to go for a run. As I got dressed, I thought about what if we met. It truly was only a matter of time. We lived directly across the street from each other. After the hospital stay and living in an orphanage, I was adopted and my name legally changed. So unless he decided to keep tabs on me, I’d doubt he’d know who I was. Somehow I couldn’t see him doing something like tracking me down. All the reports in the papers talked about how busy and intensely dedicated he was with company and his charitable works. I was probably just a blip on the radar
Her bright eyes met mine then everything changed; the current running through me was now one of anger. I saw the fear in her eyes as she gasped. The rage I felt was mixed with a whole new emotion— desire. I wanted her...in my bed. Her hair sprawled across my pillows, satiated and weak from me fucking her. The need to have her was more than I was comfortable with. She was perfect looking. Her eyes were a pretty green shade with a face pale as the moon and springy, red curls acting as its frame. Everything about her screamed siren, but she was no different than all the others.
Why did she have to look at me that way? I didn’t want her pity. Normally, I just tolerated it and went on my way but with her, I was hurt. So confused, I was about to leave her there when I noticed her hobble on one leg.
"Are you okay?" The thought of her actually being hurt made me insanely enraged. I looked down the path like I was still going to see that guy. I thought of calling some favors in and pulling the surrounding park cameras.
"I'm okay. I just landed a little awkwardly on my ankle. Thank you, sir,” she muttered, dusting off her bottom. I was so fucked in the head. Hearing her say sir only stiffened my cock and visions of her begging for my dick circled my mind.
I smiled at her. "I'm Dexter Price. You are?"
"I know who you are. I'm Elena Collins." Suspicion and curiosity kicked in. She knew who I was. Was this some attempt to meet me?
“How do you know who I am?” I asked. I wasn’t in the paper that often. Well, at least, my image wasn’t, but my business successes were duly noted. Lovely Elena looked nervous and shaky.
"Excuse me. I've got to go. Thank you again." She scurried off shaking the pain in her ankle away like it hadn't happened, leaving me standing there in confusion.
I should have stopped her. I walked back to my condo to get ready for work. The whole way back, I thought about her. Was she single or did she have someone? I had to know. “Damn, I should have stopped her,” I growled as the elevator doors closed.
~~~~
I woke up from another sweaty, heart-pounding, pussy-throbbing dream. He got to me again. In my dreams, he came to me and made love all night. It was insane. Of all the people I had a crush on, it shouldn’t be Dexter Price. I tried not to think about him, but every time I thought about my leg, he popped in my head. Since my leg constantly throbbed, I was lost to hours of just Dexter. We were connected by a fateful night but had never met before. Reaching into my bedside table, I took out my trusty 1 buddy and from under my pillow, grabbed his picture.
I looked at his photo thinking he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen—even with the scars. His chocolate-colored hair and eyes were stunning. I heard rumors that he was hideous with all the scars, but from the few images of him I saw over the years, they weren’t that bad. My leg had terrible scars that looked worse than his face.
Something about him turned me on to the point that I needed to come at least once a day. Visions of him fucking me in every different way always sent me spinning into delicious orgasms. I moaned as the tip hit my clit, vibrating intensely, sending me into a mind-blowing orgasm. “Dexter,” I chanted his name from my lips.
It was still too early to be up with nothing to do, so I decided it might be cool to go for a run. As I got dressed, I thought about what if we met. It truly was only a matter of time. We lived directly across the street from each other. After the hospital stay and living in an orphanage, I was adopted and my name legally changed. So unless he decided to keep tabs on me, I’d doubt he’d know who I was. Somehow I couldn’t see him doing something like tracking me down. All the reports in the papers talked about how busy and intensely dedicated he was with company and his charitable works. I was probably just a blip on the radar
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