“Do it now!”
She erupts, yelling my name, making everything blacken before my eyes and I gasp for air and I hold her tightly, until the last convulsions pass.
Looking down at her, my heart flips when I see what’s looking up at me with barren eyes and a swollen mouth. It’s not just a girl anymore. But a sweet, dark mess. My lips twitch, because now...
We’re the same.
11
Amber
He looks different when he sleeps. Unguarded. He’s too big for my bed,his limbs splaying, mouth half open and his lids flutter. He truly is gorgeous. His shaft is jutting against the sheets, lengthy and thick and aggressive even in his sleep.
Like this he could be mistaken for any other regular man. A common one but he’s not common. The way he speaks and acts isn’t common. The way he used my body last night wasn’t common either, the way he squeezes out every little, last drop from me.
I’m still tender between my legs and my stomach flip flops with heat. I’ve never met a man who can compare to him and it makes me want to be pinned down forever by him and have his baby.
Stan knows I’m on the pill but and when I told him, he looked relieved. I frown at that. Doesn’t he want to have a family? Not even with me? He must want that. He hasn’t told me he loves me but he acts like he does.
Wouldn’t he then want a symbol of his adulation for me?
Shrugging myself, I get up and wrap a robe around me, while letting Stan sleep. Down in the kitchen, I sigh when I notice that the letter box is still on the table. I forgot to put it away and I glance at one of the letters.
The Admirer.
As strange as it sounds, The Admirer was the only one who believed in me before Stan came along. And I’ll always be grateful for that but maybe it’s time to move on.
It feels a little cheaty to still have those letters lying around now that I have Stan. And considering how possessive Stan is , he probably won’t want me to keep them...
“Reading those again?” a depraved voice rasps behind me and I turn around, only to see Stan standing in the middle of the kitchen, with nothing but a pair of briefs on and I swallow, smiling a little.
Flushing because now he probably thinks that I have hubris, I answer,
“I thought you were asleep.” The morning sun shines on him, highlighting him, stressing the sharpness of his cheekbones, the slight fullness of his lower lip. In a light like this one it’s hard to remember how he has another side to. A side that I have learned to...
Love.
“I was,” he answers, his eyes stirring, “but then you left my bed because you can’t get enough of the attention can you?”
My cheeks heat and I wrap my robe tighter around me. “What...?”
He stalks over to me, his eyes triumphant. “You like the power you have? You like being obsessed over to the point of driving a man to insanity don’t you, dirty, filthy little girl?”
Gasping I whisper, “I’m only dirty for you Stan. I’m only your filthy, dirty little girl.”
“That’s the kind of things I like coming out of your mouth, all mine,” he rasps. “Because I sure as fuck haven’t corrupted you for anyone else but me.”
I moan into his mouth when he kisses me and he tastes of mint toothpaste and his shaft digs into my stomach and waves of lava hot flames spread through my body.Driving a man to insanity...
Is that what I have done to him? And maybe...he’s done the same to me.
“Don’t ever leave me, Stan,” I whisper against his mouth and his lips tense. He pulls away, looking horrified, then perplexed like what I’m saying is absurd. “I want you so much.”
He strokes my hair, my face, a little too roughly and he’s almost pawing me like he can’t control his movements when he hears those kinds of words out of my lips. They gratify him.
“Would you do anything for me?” he asks and I nod frantically. “Even give things up?”
“Yes, anything for you.”