I know this is not what we all want, but this is what's been overtaking my brain - that and wishing I could win the lottery. I'm sorry for a lot of things (*cough* not giving you more Fake Boyfriend yet*), but mostly, I'm sorry for not really being sorry. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. -kidding!
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The Beginning
It's just a few drinks. No big deal, Emmett had said.
If it was no big deal, I wouldn't be knee deep in shit right now. Holy fuck, Angela's gonna kill me.
Bee - or is it just B - smiles, and it's not fake, not meant to harden my cock - even if it does - but genuine. She's world's beyond pretty and so small. Maybe that's why I let her lead me in here.
Sure, dick.
The room's dim, lit only by a couple of candles, and B stands in front of me, her small hands drifting to my waist, pulling gently at the bottom of my shirt. I give a nod, permission to ruin my life, and she smiles, lifting my shirt, her soft hands moving across my abs as she tiptoes to pull it off.
We're matching now - topless, but she looks far fucking better than I ever could.
"What do you want?" She asks, tracing lines across my skin with her fingertips. "You can have whatever you want."
Now, why'd she go and say that?
Fuck, I'm a dead man walking.
Her fingers slip into the waistband of my jeans, pulling gently until I get my feet moving and follow her to the big bed. She looks up at me, and I skim her face before dropping my eyes to her sweet rack. "Your friend took care of payment," she says, unbuttoning my jeans.
I should stop her. I need to stop her, but she's already pulling my zipper down and it'd be fucking rude to stop her from doing her job.
"You choose," I find myself saying, but it doesn't sound like me talking. It's the voice of someone who's about to get fucked so hard he'll never come back from it.
"It's your choice, silly," she says, shoving my pants down my legs. I step out of them because if I don't, I'll look stupid with them sitting at my ankles - that's the only reason why.
"I want it to be yours," I say when she teases the waistband of my briefs - like if she's the one that chooses how this shit goes down will make a goddamn difference.
"Are you nervous?" She asks, smiling up at me.
"Fuck no," I lie.
I should just walk out. I've got no business being here. It's not too lateā¦
Oh fuck.
She slips her hand inside my briefs, and wraps her small hand around my cock, tightening her grip as she tugs on it. She jacks me slowly at first, then as I give in to it, she gets braver, bolder and strokes my cock like a pro.
Her other hand pulls at my briefs, and like a gentleman, I help her get them off before lifting her tiny body onto the big bed. She releases me, and I want to cry out at the loss but then she finds me again as I crawl over her, pushing her deep into the mattress. "I'm gonna be in so much trouble for this," I rasp, my mouth nearly brushing hers.
"I won't tell," she whispers, and fuck me to hell, I kiss her.
The sound of her moan mixed with my groan is a death sentence, but no one has a conscience when they're dead, so I bury myself even deeper.
It's dark and hot and so fucking soft in this hell, and for tonight, I'll suffer through it.
No problem.
I rip B's panties off, my fingers sliding through her wet pussy, and fuck, is it wet. She arches off the bed when I shove two fingers inside her, and she may be experienced, she may have had her share of fucks, but my cock's gonna destroy her.
I'll see to it.
When she tugs on my balls, my head spins, and I didn't drink enough to blame these blurred lines on Jack - just plain stupidity.
B lifts her hands, stuffing them under the pillow, and pulling a strip of condoms out. My fingers continue to fuck her as I pull them from her hand and rip one open with my teeth. One handed I roll it on, giving her one last finger fuck before replacing it with the tip of my dick.
"I'm gonna tear you apart," I say, holding my breath as I slam inside her. She cries out, not like a dirty pornstar, but like a pretty little sex doll, and I can't help myself when I take it to her.
She grips the headboard, white knuckles those bars, and I punish her pussy for being so wet, so goddamn tempting. This cock is taken - it's spoken for but yet this pretty little thing bewitched it.
Fucking Emmett knew what he was doing when he brought me here.
Fucking Emmett I think as I slam deeper.
B pants below me, her tits bouncing with every thrust, and I can't take it, so I pull out and flip her to her stomach, yanking her hips up and slamming back inside.
This is worse, so much worse than watching those perfect tits bouncing.
She buries her face in the blanket and grips my cock, taking every punishing thrust. "Touch yourself," I grunt through broken breaths. "Make this pussy come."
She moans as her fingers slide along her swollen clit, and I sink deeper, grinding my hips before pulling out and doing it all over again. Deep breaths and small cries fill the room, and when she lets go, I sign my path to hell.
But, fuck, does it feel good down here.
