thinking clearly, I’d have realized that could be the most dangerous thing in the world for me. But in the moment, I didn’t care. I wanted him to feel my pain, every last painful stab of it. To be touched so gently the day before when I needed it so much, and then tossed aside in an instant a mere day later was more than I could take.
I stare endlessly at the ceiling, not moving a muscle, and I know the time is near. She’ll be arriving soon enough, and a new wave of jealousy takes me over as I try to stifle it, but it’s hopeless. Veronica is beautiful. She is the perfect hourglass shape and has chestnut hair and freckles. She’s built the way every woman here is built, except for me. Voluptuous and flirtatious. I see him touching her skin, entering her body, thrusting into her as she moans loudly. I hate the images that play so graphically in my mind, but I can’t escape them. I cry, and I curse myself for being so stupid. As the sun falls and the night lights of the city illuminate the skyline, I slip into nightmarish dreams. My dreams are as painful as being awake. They are incessant and persistent, filled with images that make my heart scream. But they don’t last.
I’m brought out of my sleep when my phone rings. I pick it up and hear Liz on the other end. She is talking quickly and quietly. “Nothing happened. She tried to touch him, and he kicked her out before anything happened. She just left my room a few minutes ago.”
While my heart breathes an incredible sigh of relief that I can’t deny, my brain snorts and sends a comment of its own. You might as well get used to this torment, baby. I hang up, wasted and exhausted. My heart has been in knots for hours, and my brain is right. I will feel this pain again, many times over before it is through. And that stills my heart. I ache for him. I want him desperately, but he will, without a doubt, destroy me. With these most depressing thoughts in my mind, I drift off once again.
* * * *
I wake up to a body crawling up to cover mine from behind. I’m asleep on my stomach, and I feel the length of this body along mine, pinning me to the bed. I know this scent and this touch. It’s him. He pushes my T-shirt up quickly, hastily pulling it over my head and leaving my outstretched arms trapped within. Once my backside is naked against the front of his naked body, he lifts my hips and pulls my knees wide apart so my ass is up, but not very far off the bed. Once I’m in position, he fucks me hard and mercilessly. His mouth is by my ear, and I can hear every ragged and tortured breath he takes. His groans are pained, and he is just as frustrated as he is aroused. He pounds vigorously into my body as he pins my hands to the bed, my fingers laced with his own.
The skyline through the window in front of us is impressive, and were I able to think about anything but him, I’m sure I would find this an amazing way to be taken by a man. I ache from his invasion. But I’m addicted to this, to him, and I can’t push him away, as much as I likely should. He quickly reaches his climax with a curse on his lips. “Goddamn it, Ashton.”
He comes deep inside my body, not even attempting to leave my tight sheath. His thrusting slows, but his mouth stays at my ear, where I listen to his ragged breathing slowly return to normal. He says nothing at all, but his hands still clutch and pin mine to the bed, and he doesn’t leave my body for many minutes. Eventually he pulls his ever-impressive cock from me, stands, and leaves me naked on the bed with my arms twisted in my shirt and his semen slowly dripping from my entry.
* * * *
The next morning, as I sit at the dining room table with the others, sipping my coffee, I feel the eyes of the group watching me. I can still feel Derek’s cum seeping from my body, and it is an amazing private feeling that reminds me of him. The women aren’t being unkind, but they are leery of me, all, that is, except Liz. She is smiling warmly
I stare endlessly at the ceiling, not moving a muscle, and I know the time is near. She’ll be arriving soon enough, and a new wave of jealousy takes me over as I try to stifle it, but it’s hopeless. Veronica is beautiful. She is the perfect hourglass shape and has chestnut hair and freckles. She’s built the way every woman here is built, except for me. Voluptuous and flirtatious. I see him touching her skin, entering her body, thrusting into her as she moans loudly. I hate the images that play so graphically in my mind, but I can’t escape them. I cry, and I curse myself for being so stupid. As the sun falls and the night lights of the city illuminate the skyline, I slip into nightmarish dreams. My dreams are as painful as being awake. They are incessant and persistent, filled with images that make my heart scream. But they don’t last.
I’m brought out of my sleep when my phone rings. I pick it up and hear Liz on the other end. She is talking quickly and quietly. “Nothing happened. She tried to touch him, and he kicked her out before anything happened. She just left my room a few minutes ago.”
While my heart breathes an incredible sigh of relief that I can’t deny, my brain snorts and sends a comment of its own. You might as well get used to this torment, baby. I hang up, wasted and exhausted. My heart has been in knots for hours, and my brain is right. I will feel this pain again, many times over before it is through. And that stills my heart. I ache for him. I want him desperately, but he will, without a doubt, destroy me. With these most depressing thoughts in my mind, I drift off once again.
* * * *
I wake up to a body crawling up to cover mine from behind. I’m asleep on my stomach, and I feel the length of this body along mine, pinning me to the bed. I know this scent and this touch. It’s him. He pushes my T-shirt up quickly, hastily pulling it over my head and leaving my outstretched arms trapped within. Once my backside is naked against the front of his naked body, he lifts my hips and pulls my knees wide apart so my ass is up, but not very far off the bed. Once I’m in position, he fucks me hard and mercilessly. His mouth is by my ear, and I can hear every ragged and tortured breath he takes. His groans are pained, and he is just as frustrated as he is aroused. He pounds vigorously into my body as he pins my hands to the bed, my fingers laced with his own.
The skyline through the window in front of us is impressive, and were I able to think about anything but him, I’m sure I would find this an amazing way to be taken by a man. I ache from his invasion. But I’m addicted to this, to him, and I can’t push him away, as much as I likely should. He quickly reaches his climax with a curse on his lips. “Goddamn it, Ashton.”
He comes deep inside my body, not even attempting to leave my tight sheath. His thrusting slows, but his mouth stays at my ear, where I listen to his ragged breathing slowly return to normal. He says nothing at all, but his hands still clutch and pin mine to the bed, and he doesn’t leave my body for many minutes. Eventually he pulls his ever-impressive cock from me, stands, and leaves me naked on the bed with my arms twisted in my shirt and his semen slowly dripping from my entry.
* * * *
The next morning, as I sit at the dining room table with the others, sipping my coffee, I feel the eyes of the group watching me. I can still feel Derek’s cum seeping from my body, and it is an amazing private feeling that reminds me of him. The women aren’t being unkind, but they are leery of me, all, that is, except Liz. She is smiling warmly
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