He was so close already, but feeling her breasts, watching her, he was a fucking doomed man. Each day he spent with her, he was becoming more and more enthralled by her with every passing second.
Her pussy was his. Her ass would soon belong to him, just like her mouth. Every single part of Belle was his, and he had no intention of giving it back. He wanted her all to himself, every single little part of her.
Driving his cock between her tits, he growled out her name as he came. His cum spilled out, coating her breasts and neck.
The best way to start an evening.
****
After nearly two months of being together, Belle learned many things. Diego had to vanish at odd hours during the day and night. He never allowed her to stay over at his apartment. His home was the only place of his they shared the night, and they were always alone. She had come to sense he was rarely alone. Someone was either following him, or calling him.
Also, did he have any friends?
Dating people usually met their good friends and their parents, right? Diego never once mentioned he had any friends or if he wanted her to meet them. Her father wanted to meet him though. She had told him she was seeing someone, and well, now it seemed like he wanted to get to know the guy that his daughter was dating.
Then of course, there was Melanie.
Diego told her he’d found her with a boyfriend, and she looked in a pretty rough state. He didn’t want her talking to Melanie anymore, and well, that never sat well with her, which was why she had decided to head to a café near Melanie’s place. It had taken her paying the cab driver double to help escort her inside.
She was in a part of the city she had never been. Everything felt different to her. Even the noise was overall louder than she was accustomed to. Her nerves were also shot because she didn’t want to upset anyone by being here.
This was the first time she’d actually ignored Diego, but Melanie had once been her friend, an unreliable friend but one all the same.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she stared down at the table, hoping Melanie would turn up soon.
Tapping her fingers on the table, she noticed some of the surface had been chipped.
When someone slumped down opposite her, she tried to conceal her worry, but Melanie’s belch soon changed that.
“What do you want?” Melanie asked.
“I wanted to check on you.”
“So, you’re already disobeying your boyfriend?” She heard the smirk in Melanie voice.
“Melanie, what is going on?” she asked.
“Look, I don’t have time for this. I really didn’t want to have to deal with you coming to the city. I took care of you because your father was paying me. Now he’s not and I’m only here because I need money, and your fat ass is going to need to move.”
Belle was a little taken aback by Melanie’s abrupt nature.
“What? I don’t understand?”
“There’s a lot you don’t understand, sweetheart, and because I like my heart beating, I’m not going to enlighten you. You shouldn’t be down in this part of town. It’s dangerous for you. Now, how about a couple hundred bucks and I’ll get you back to your apartment?”
“I thought we were friends.”
“Oh, please, you think I want to spend my time with a woman who can’t see? Half the time it’s just plain old funny to watch you. Now, I’m bored. The money was good, but I’ve got a life to lead, and it’s not playing dog to you.”
“I’ve never treated you like a dog.”
“I know. I wouldn’t fucking let you.”
Belle let out a gasp as she was suddenly pulled from the booth. It was a good thing she had decided to wear sneakers today because Melanie was not taking her time, and was pulling her out of the door.
“Melanie, please stop. I care about you. I don’t understand what happened.”
She was in the street. The ground was uneven, and Melanie growled. “I don’t have time for this. You think I wanted to be your friend? I’m fucking hot, Belle. I can have any man I want and most often do. You’ve got way too much weight, and that scar on your face, it’s fucking ugly. It used to help me get pity fucks, but now, it’s just sad. I want my own life, and like I said, you’re not paying me anymore, so let’s get this show on the road, and stop pretending like we give a shit.”
Melanie’s words cut Belle to the core. Not the ones about her appearance as she couldn’t see herself but had often assumed she wasn’t particularly pretty.
“Are you going to cry?”
“No!” She reached into her purse, pulling out the notes. “That’s all the money I have.”