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crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow, and he reluctantly stood and followed me out of the bar.
He dozed off, mumbling incoherent words , as I drove to his place. When we got there, I woke him, dug his keys out of his pocket, and led him into the house. I helped him into his bedroom, and that was when I should’ve bailed. But I stayed, pulling off his shoes and jeans before he collapsed on the bed.
As I turned to leave the room, he caught my arm, pulled me, and I fell onto the bed. For an intoxicated man, he was quick. In seconds, he was over me—kissing my neck and nudging up my shirt.
“ Xander, stop.” I wished I sounded more convincing. I wished my body wasn’t responding to his touches. His right hand was massaging my breast while his left hand worked the button on my shorts.
Stop him now.
I knew my resistance when it came to Xander was slim, so it would be wise to press the brakes before this turned into a disaster, but despite my pushing against him, he was persistent.
His hand and lips were very persuasive , and I lost all hope when he whispered, “Just let me make you come. God… I just want to hear you moan again.”
His hand shoved down my shorts and began working my clit with his fingers. I was embarrassed that I was already so soaking wet.
Je sus Christ, I missed his fingers… and everything else.
He slid two fingers over my clit then thrust them into my pussy. He dragged them out and over my clit again, then back in. Over and over he teased me with the delicious glide of his fingers over my slit until I was doing exactly what he asked for. Moaning—begging. He pushed up my shirt and bra, exposing my breasts. As he sucked a taut nipple into his mouth, he started to fuck me with his fingers mercilessly. I pushed up into his fingers, rolling my hips and panting as my climax mounted.
I came hard in a sexually induced duplicitous haze that caused me to forget—even for a few short minutes—how disappointed and angry I was with this man. I blamed it on the physical pull. My body was asinine—clueless to how deceitful this man had been to us. It was a carnally hungry savage beast that took its pleasure from Xander despite the resulting agony.
His head was on my collarbone, breaths softly brushing against my skin. He was moments from falling into a drunken stupor with his fingers still buried in my treacherous pussy. Yes, that’s right. I decided to blame it all on my pussy and her unwavering need to feel Xander’s touch.
He sighed, lying half on me, half on the bed. I shifted and his fingers slipped out of me. His other hand rested over my breast. Then he finished me off with a dagger to the heart.
“ I love you so much it hurts,” he mumbled.
I choked back a sob as I slipped out from under the heavy weight of his arm , fixed my clothes, and crossed the room. He weakly lifted his head, reaching out for me, but quickly slumped back down and fell asleep.
Out on the patio, I lay on the lounger and gazed up at the stars. Outside, I was still in one piece, but inside, I was shattered. I was in no shape to drive home. So I lay out under the stars and did something I hadn’t done since the night my parents died.
I let go and cried.
I grieved for my parents and sobbed because I was so completely in love with the man who had taken them from me. I didn’t know how to make it stop. I didn’t know how to reconcile the guilt I felt for carrying these feelings for someone I should hate. Love was a complex emotion. You could combine hate, disappointment, resentment, pain, grief, confusion, and add a drop of love, and somehow that emotion took over everything else—rose to the top and controlled everything you were.
The saddest part was Xander knew he had a chance. I knew he had a chance. I loved him beyond reason, and he was taking full advantage of that.
Hangovers
Avery
I woke with a start. The sun was coming up, and a chill passed through me from the early morning breeze. I heard a clattering
He dozed off, mumbling incoherent words , as I drove to his place. When we got there, I woke him, dug his keys out of his pocket, and led him into the house. I helped him into his bedroom, and that was when I should’ve bailed. But I stayed, pulling off his shoes and jeans before he collapsed on the bed.
As I turned to leave the room, he caught my arm, pulled me, and I fell onto the bed. For an intoxicated man, he was quick. In seconds, he was over me—kissing my neck and nudging up my shirt.
“ Xander, stop.” I wished I sounded more convincing. I wished my body wasn’t responding to his touches. His right hand was massaging my breast while his left hand worked the button on my shorts.
Stop him now.
I knew my resistance when it came to Xander was slim, so it would be wise to press the brakes before this turned into a disaster, but despite my pushing against him, he was persistent.
His hand and lips were very persuasive , and I lost all hope when he whispered, “Just let me make you come. God… I just want to hear you moan again.”
His hand shoved down my shorts and began working my clit with his fingers. I was embarrassed that I was already so soaking wet.
Je sus Christ, I missed his fingers… and everything else.
He slid two fingers over my clit then thrust them into my pussy. He dragged them out and over my clit again, then back in. Over and over he teased me with the delicious glide of his fingers over my slit until I was doing exactly what he asked for. Moaning—begging. He pushed up my shirt and bra, exposing my breasts. As he sucked a taut nipple into his mouth, he started to fuck me with his fingers mercilessly. I pushed up into his fingers, rolling my hips and panting as my climax mounted.
I came hard in a sexually induced duplicitous haze that caused me to forget—even for a few short minutes—how disappointed and angry I was with this man. I blamed it on the physical pull. My body was asinine—clueless to how deceitful this man had been to us. It was a carnally hungry savage beast that took its pleasure from Xander despite the resulting agony.
His head was on my collarbone, breaths softly brushing against my skin. He was moments from falling into a drunken stupor with his fingers still buried in my treacherous pussy. Yes, that’s right. I decided to blame it all on my pussy and her unwavering need to feel Xander’s touch.
He sighed, lying half on me, half on the bed. I shifted and his fingers slipped out of me. His other hand rested over my breast. Then he finished me off with a dagger to the heart.
“ I love you so much it hurts,” he mumbled.
I choked back a sob as I slipped out from under the heavy weight of his arm , fixed my clothes, and crossed the room. He weakly lifted his head, reaching out for me, but quickly slumped back down and fell asleep.
Out on the patio, I lay on the lounger and gazed up at the stars. Outside, I was still in one piece, but inside, I was shattered. I was in no shape to drive home. So I lay out under the stars and did something I hadn’t done since the night my parents died.
I let go and cried.
I grieved for my parents and sobbed because I was so completely in love with the man who had taken them from me. I didn’t know how to make it stop. I didn’t know how to reconcile the guilt I felt for carrying these feelings for someone I should hate. Love was a complex emotion. You could combine hate, disappointment, resentment, pain, grief, confusion, and add a drop of love, and somehow that emotion took over everything else—rose to the top and controlled everything you were.
The saddest part was Xander knew he had a chance. I knew he had a chance. I loved him beyond reason, and he was taking full advantage of that.
Hangovers
Avery
I woke with a start. The sun was coming up, and a chill passed through me from the early morning breeze. I heard a clattering
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