hair after some time, interrupting my thoughts.
He speaks warmly of her and I hope I get to meet her one day.
“You’re getting me all excited about this,” I sigh. “Seems like a pipe dream. What about you? Bartender for life?”
His body tenses and he hugs me tighter. “Maybe. I used to be big in the finance world. Not anymore though,” he clips out.
I sense that he doesn’t want to talk anymore about it so I exhale. “Okay, well pouring drinks isn’t a bad thing. You’re pretty good at it,” I tease. “That one drink you let me have was amazing.”
He chuckles and inhales my hair while his fingers graze circles on my belly. “I’m amazing at lots of things. Like eating your pussy and fingering your ass.”
“Oh my God, you are so vulgar,” I shriek but I’m humored by his words.
“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be worse,” he taunts, tickling my belly. “And I’ll be so proud.”
I roll over in his arms to escape his tickling and soon his hot breath is on my lips. Nothing is funny about the way he grazes his soft lips over mine. Not one single thing is humorous about the way his fingers slide into my hair and he grips me as if I’ll suddenly float away. Our kiss is soft at first and soon warps into a promise.
As much as my body throbs to connect with him again, he never takes it any further than kissing me as if his life depends on it.
And we kiss until we’re too tired to kiss anymore.
We fall asleep in each other’s arms and all is right in my little world.
A s the sun comes in through the window and warms her naked flesh, I stare at her. She’s beautiful and mine. Four years ago, I loved someone—obsessed over them to the brink of insanity—but with Eden, something’s different.
She’s innocent and pure.
Unlike Celeste.
But despite Celeste’s mistakes, I’d give anything to see her smile again. A smile Robert Forrest so easily took away from her.
My mind twists into ugly thoughts of the past and a part of me wants to find his disfigured ass. I’d love to fuck his face up more than it already is with my fists. I know better though. If I want to keep the beautiful angel in my bed, I can’t obsess over shit like Robert. It only ended up punishing me in the end. Not his stupid ass. No justice was ever served for him aside from having to look in the mirror every day.
I trail a finger over Eden’s tit—a tit that’s littered with hickeys and bruises. My cock hardens at the beauty of it. She’s as much of a freak beneath the sheets as I am and I love that she lets me try whatever shit I feel like doing.
I’m busy tracing lazy circles around her nipple when she speaks, her voice raspy with sleep.
“Good morning, handsome.”
My eyes drag up to find her blue ones peeking out between her squinted eyelids. God, she’s even sexier in the morning.
“Good morning, sugar. Are you hungry?”
She nods slowly and I grunt when her tiny hand grips my thickened dick. “I’m very hungry,” she purrs.
Our eyes stay locked as she slides down the bed, taking the covers with her and eventually her lips find my cock. When her mouth slides over it, I groan and roll my eyes back into my head.
“Jesus, Eden!” I hiss out.
She’s barely sucking on the tip, all unsure about her tactics, but I’m fucking enjoying the hell out of it. It’s been a long damn time since I had a blow job.
“Mmm,” she moans and attempts to take me deeper. I nearly come down her throat when she gags. Sliding into her mouth, having her teeth scrape my shaft with her blond hair tickling my belly and thighs is fucking amazing.
I grab a handful of her hair and get into the rhythm she’s set for herself, slightly thrusting with each bob of her pretty little head. When I nearly come again, I yank her hair back.
“Ahh,” she yelps, her lust-filled eyes finding mine. Slobber hangs from her chin and if I had a camera I’d take a picture of her right now. So damn erotic.
I haul her up to my
He speaks warmly of her and I hope I get to meet her one day.
“You’re getting me all excited about this,” I sigh. “Seems like a pipe dream. What about you? Bartender for life?”
His body tenses and he hugs me tighter. “Maybe. I used to be big in the finance world. Not anymore though,” he clips out.
I sense that he doesn’t want to talk anymore about it so I exhale. “Okay, well pouring drinks isn’t a bad thing. You’re pretty good at it,” I tease. “That one drink you let me have was amazing.”
He chuckles and inhales my hair while his fingers graze circles on my belly. “I’m amazing at lots of things. Like eating your pussy and fingering your ass.”
“Oh my God, you are so vulgar,” I shriek but I’m humored by his words.
“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be worse,” he taunts, tickling my belly. “And I’ll be so proud.”
I roll over in his arms to escape his tickling and soon his hot breath is on my lips. Nothing is funny about the way he grazes his soft lips over mine. Not one single thing is humorous about the way his fingers slide into my hair and he grips me as if I’ll suddenly float away. Our kiss is soft at first and soon warps into a promise.
As much as my body throbs to connect with him again, he never takes it any further than kissing me as if his life depends on it.
And we kiss until we’re too tired to kiss anymore.
We fall asleep in each other’s arms and all is right in my little world.
A s the sun comes in through the window and warms her naked flesh, I stare at her. She’s beautiful and mine. Four years ago, I loved someone—obsessed over them to the brink of insanity—but with Eden, something’s different.
She’s innocent and pure.
Unlike Celeste.
But despite Celeste’s mistakes, I’d give anything to see her smile again. A smile Robert Forrest so easily took away from her.
My mind twists into ugly thoughts of the past and a part of me wants to find his disfigured ass. I’d love to fuck his face up more than it already is with my fists. I know better though. If I want to keep the beautiful angel in my bed, I can’t obsess over shit like Robert. It only ended up punishing me in the end. Not his stupid ass. No justice was ever served for him aside from having to look in the mirror every day.
I trail a finger over Eden’s tit—a tit that’s littered with hickeys and bruises. My cock hardens at the beauty of it. She’s as much of a freak beneath the sheets as I am and I love that she lets me try whatever shit I feel like doing.
I’m busy tracing lazy circles around her nipple when she speaks, her voice raspy with sleep.
“Good morning, handsome.”
My eyes drag up to find her blue ones peeking out between her squinted eyelids. God, she’s even sexier in the morning.
“Good morning, sugar. Are you hungry?”
She nods slowly and I grunt when her tiny hand grips my thickened dick. “I’m very hungry,” she purrs.
Our eyes stay locked as she slides down the bed, taking the covers with her and eventually her lips find my cock. When her mouth slides over it, I groan and roll my eyes back into my head.
“Jesus, Eden!” I hiss out.
She’s barely sucking on the tip, all unsure about her tactics, but I’m fucking enjoying the hell out of it. It’s been a long damn time since I had a blow job.
“Mmm,” she moans and attempts to take me deeper. I nearly come down her throat when she gags. Sliding into her mouth, having her teeth scrape my shaft with her blond hair tickling my belly and thighs is fucking amazing.
I grab a handful of her hair and get into the rhythm she’s set for herself, slightly thrusting with each bob of her pretty little head. When I nearly come again, I yank her hair back.
“Ahh,” she yelps, her lust-filled eyes finding mine. Slobber hangs from her chin and if I had a camera I’d take a picture of her right now. So damn erotic.
I haul her up to my
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