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Chapter 5
Every muscle in his body contracted after listening to her words. Is she challenging me? Teasing me? Mocking me? He could not move, her warm breath was still against his ear, sending shiver thru his spine.
He felt her lips depart again, she was about to say something, but he let her neck free and put distance between their bodies. Her face was red, and her heart beat was out of control, she just realized what she said. His face was hard, unreadable, and she started to think that she went too far, she had meant every single word that she said, and that was disturbed her the most.
-Woman, you have a visitor- That weren't the words she was expecting.
Before she could even reply the doorbell ring. Vegeta rolled his eyes in an unprecedented expression and gave his back to her, walking towards the kitchen. For few seconds she stood there, in silence, following the Saiyan back with her eyes. Was she supposed to follow him? But why?. The bell rang again.
She dragged herself to the door, who could that be?. Well, she just saw the oversize bouquet of red roses when she opened the door and let all the air out of her lungs out. Last thing she needs it.
-What are you doing here?-
Behind the flowers Yamcha revealed a tired face, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was pale as a ghost.
-This is for you- He said extending the flowers. Bulma stood sharply crossing her arms over her chest.
-I do not want them-
-Can we please talk like adults? We own that to each other-
-I own you nothing- Once again Yamcha was impressed by the lack of emotion Bulma had, she had not screamed or insulted him once. He preferred an emotional response, he knew how to handle that, but this cold Bulma was new to him.
-Could you listen to me, just this once- Bulma knew that this conversation had to happen sooner or later, but she did not know if she was ready for it.
-Please- he pleaded once more.
She turned around and walked towards the living room, Yamcha followed her, just stopping in the middle looking with this believe.
Apparently, Bulma had not even realized how trashed the living room was, the big hole in the wall was the first thing to be seen when walking in, and everything was covered in dust. She looked at herself in a far mirror, and she was covered in dust and paint. 'Damned Saiyan and his temper-
Yamcha stoped perplex, forgetting the original reason while he was in there. He had an idea what had happened, Vegeta! He thought to get angry. He looked at Bulma who was covered in the rest of the wall, but when his eyes reached her arms, he could feel his blood boil. Her usually creamy skin was severely red, with fingers marked in both her arms.
-What happen?-He Had let the flowers go, hurrying to Bulma, but she took a step back.
-Nothing that concerns you- She did not notice the bruises on her arms until then.
He stepped forward trying to reach her, but she rejected his touch.
-That bastard killer, I knew he was going to hurt you B- I swear I'll kill him this time-
Bulma patience was beyond her limits.
-whatever transpires in my home is not your issue, and you leave Vegeta out of this-
-You are always defending and justifying him- He was acting like a victim now, and Bulma was not about to get that.
-B, he hurt you-
-Not as hard as you hurt me Yamcha- her words were candid and honest, and the hole in the pit of her stomach was growing more uncomfortable.
He had not words to reply, what could he say? He knew he had to go to far this time
-B, I have failed you, but I do not wanna lose you, please forgive me, I'll do anything- Now he was begging her, his eyes full of tears and regret, she could see that, but his words did not move her, she was too angry for that.
She did not know how much she could contain her tears, but she refused to let Yamcha or anyone see her pain.
-Yamcha please, just leave me alone-
-No Bulma, I know I have failed you, but I love you, I need you- The tears started to ran thru his face.
-We are done, there is not turning back for what you did, just please leave- The tears were accumulating on her eyes, but she refused to let them out.
-B, please.._
-Just get the fuck out of my home!- The screams resonated thru all the house.
Yamcha stepped further back. He knew that his presence at the moment would result in more screams and tears.
-I am leaving B, but I am not giving up on us- He tried to sound firmly and steady, but her eyes full of angst and resentment made his determination tremble. She did not say another word, not did him, leaving home defeated.
For some reason, Vegeta stayed and listened to all the interaction between the woman and the weakling. Apparently, something awful had happened to them, but he could not exactly get what it was. Most importantly he had just find out that he hurt the woman in some way. He had never intended such a thing; he wanted to scare her, not hurt her. Apparently, he did not know how fragile she was and know he had an unsettling feeling in his stomach. Besides that, the woman sounded extremely mad and hurt. He tried to deny it, but he was intrigued. He wanted to know what has happened, so he makes his way into the living room casually once he felt the weakling walking away.
-Woman- He intended his voice to sound firm, but instead came out soft.
She did not want to turn around; she was at her limit, her tears were starting to flow down her face. She could feel his strong presence behind her, bur she had not strength to looked at him. She did not want to look weak and pathetic but is what she was.
He wanted to ask if she was hurt, but Eve from behind he could see the red marks on her arms, his hands perfectly imprinted in her skin.
-Do not be a weak woman, look at me- His voice had become firm once again. He had the need to face her; he needs to know if she feared him. For some reason such thought becomes dreadful. She was the first creature to look to his eyes with no fear, and he knew that he might have changed that, and that displeased and annoyed him.
-Look at me!- He could no control the authoritative tone in his raising voice.
She complied with his request and turned around, but her face was hidden behind her hair, she was looking to the floor. He took one step forward; he was not about to take the woman attitude. He reached to her chin and forced her to look up. She was silently crying.
He immediately understood that such pain in her eyes was not caused by the bruise in her arms, but was the weakling doing.
-A word of approval and I kill him right away- That was not a joke but her expression change right away. With her eyes full of tears she was able to give him a small but sincere smile.
Bulma felt the pain on her hat lighten up with Vegeta's offer. Is not that she was considering to take it, but in his rude way, he was comforting her.
He let her chin go, but her eyes did not hide anymore.
-I would love that, but then everyone would get mad at you, and we do not want that-
Was she making a joke while still crying? The woman has lost her mind; he was for sure this time.
-Whatever it is, stop crying, is annoying-
She had never noticed before, but he was cute, in his own, unique way. He always acted like he did not care, but always show up when needed. He always looked so rude, but at the end never went thru with his threats, and despite his mood and rants he always finishes doing whatever she asked him to. She knew that a little ago he had overdone it with her, but he stopped before even hurting her. Of course, she was going to get back at him for that, but not now.
She put her hand on her shoulder, and carefully reach to his face, making a soft contact with his soft lips. As fast as she could, she stepped back, with an innocent, shy smile on her face.
-Thank- she said with her flushed cheeks marking at a smile.
He narrowed hir eyes, and she knew she should not have invaded his personal space like that. But he was so cute; she could no control herself.
-Well I have to call a repairing team to fix this wall, see ya- she turned around and walked out of the living room as fast as she could, she was starting to realize what she did, and her body was starting to shake. 'Oh Kami, he is going to kill me.'
For the first time in his fucking existence, he did not know what to do. He touched his lips softly right where her lips were just a few seconds ago; she felt so soft and warm. His had were slightly shaking. 'woman I may need to kill you now.' He did not realize the slight smirk on his hot face. He had never been kissed before, and despite being just a slightly almost innocent lip contact, he had felt incredibly warm and turned on.
A whole week had passed, and Bulma had Barely seen Vegeta. He seemed not to pay attention to her presence, and after she had overstepped, she had decided to take distance. She found herself drifting to the small kiss (more like touching lips situation) they had had. She had realized that she was attracted to him, physically speaking. But she had decided not to pursue him. Obviously, he had no interest in her, nor he found her attractive. 'Well I guess in Saiyan standards I am not very beautiful' she felt just awkward thinking about it. But tonight she did not want to think about Vegeta or the other man that was in her mind, Yamcha. She was going out with some old friends, and she was ready to have a great time. Or so she thought.
Vegeta tried to focus, but it was impossible; the woman was ignoring him, and he well knew why.
She had no right to invade his personal space, and she had done it, but not just that, she has almost suggested at some point that she wouldn't mind being fucked by him. She was disrespectful. And know she dares to avoid him.
He entered the home for dinner, and he felt her ki around. The doctor, at the blond woman, were at the table already. The blue haired woman made her appearance in the dining room, and Vegeta could not understand her funny look. Her face was covered with a green paste, and all her hair was hidden under a ridiculous pink hat.
-Oh dear, are you getting ready?- Bunny asked.
-Yes, mom, I decide to get my facial a curl my hair-
-But darling, aren't you shy to look like that in front of our guest?- Bulma looked at Vegeta, who was looking at her with curiosity. Honestly, she had given up to look god in front of him, whatever the Saiyan standards were she was far from that and is not like she was interested in him.
-Oh, mom, he does not care, besides I want to look beautiful tonight-
-Ok, darling, oh, by the way, Yamaha stopped again today and brought more gifts, don't you think is time to talk with him. Anyways you always finish making up with him- Bulma hasn't shared with anybody what had happened between her and Yamcha and did not feel ready to explain, so she just shrinks her shoulder and starts eating.
Vegeta cringe at the mention of the weakling. 'So this is what happen, they fight, and at the end, they end up together' It was not like he cares anyways. But he knew deep inside that he good a good feeling when he thought they were done. 'I just don't like him near em or my training.'. But now a strange sensation in his chest was building; he did not want the weakling around the place or the woman.
-No mon, this time we are done for good.- Bulma stated softly, to say such words was hurtful, but she knew it was true.
Vegeta's muscles relaxed once more. No more weakling, that was good. But the next question of the blond woman put him in a worse mood.
-Oh, girl, that mean there will be another handsome guy around soon?- Bunny happily jiggled, secretly directing here eyes to Vegeta. She did not express it, but she had hope that the sweet boy from space and her daughter will end up together. For Bunny's satisfaction, Vegeta moved uncomfortably on his seat, biting into his meat with obvious anger.
The rest of the dinner went uneventfully. The Saiyan was clearly moody, so no one talked to him, and Bulma just spoke to her mother about her plans for the night, and about that nightclub full of the most beautiful people in the city.
It was 11 and Bulma was ready to head out, after the dinner, she could relax. She realized that Vegeta did not care about her actions. But she could not help to feel a bit disappointed. 'It does not matter Bulma, in this planet you are a beauty, and tonight you are going to have a lot of fun.'
She curls her hair and let if flow around her hair. Besides a red lipstick, she decided to go light on the makeup, and she chooses a new red dress. The dress covered all her cleavage and back and went all the way down to her knees, but it was incredibly tight, so much that she had to get rid of her underwear to avoid marks. Anyways the fabric was thick enough, so no one at the place will know her lack of underwear, and that little secret made her feel extra sexy. The final touch was her beautiful black stiletto that makes her let look gorgeous.
She made it all the way down; the limo was waiting. But first, she decided to stop by the kitchen and grab a box of cigarettes. What she did not expect was to fin Vegeta there, with no Tshirt on, eating noodles. She took in his perfect chest for a second before speaking.
-Hi Vegeta, I guess you finish with your training-
-Uhm- he tries to sound normal and focus on his food, but she was dashing, and that dress was too much to be ignored.
Bulma did not miss his eyes narrowing and looking at her.
-Do I look good?- She did not intend anything, just wanted an honest opinion.
Before he could even think clearly, he said -You have looked worse-
Her face lit up with his comment, she looked so happy, and he bit his thought.
She came near to him and rapidly put a kiss in his cheek.
-You are sweet sometimes-
He tries to count ten, keep his cool.
-still, you smell terrible- Yes he had to do it, he knew he had to come back before the woman got any crazy idea.
-Jerk- She rolled her eyes and walked away. He could not miss the perfect countering of her figure, her perfect ass and the way her hips moved, so once again he spoke without thinking.
-Your smell is good when you do not put that horrible fragrance in you- There it was, his fucking brain had betrayed him again
She stopped suddenly, had she heard right?. She bit her lip while turning around and intensely gazing at him. So there was something she liked her, or at least he did not dislike it.
-Be careful Vegeta; you may be in danger of being taken advantage of if you keep being so cute-
The Saiyan Body went into immediate alert; every single muscle had tensed. The way she was biting her lips and looking at him was making for him impossible to concentrate. She was about to take and step forward when a loud horn sounded away.
-That is my ride, see ya- Bulma shifted and walked as fast as she could. 'Oh god, was I Filtering with him?
Suddenly she felt ashamed of herself. Obviously he was uncomfortable and tense' 'What In Hell is wrong?' She tried to calm herself with some champagne in the limo, but she was terrible mortified. She breathes deeply. Well she was single, and he was.. hot, very hot. Why is he always going around t-shirt?.
She had imaged so many times touching his well-formed chest and… No Bulma no. Oh god not again, the uncomfortable feeling between her legs. She has been severely sexually frustrated, and she knew what or better who she wanted. But what if he rejected her? 'Well Bulma how will you know until you try?' 'Should I?'
He was going crazy, the temperature of his body had risen to unbearable levels, and his throbbing erection was painful and mortifying. There was no training right now; he could not focus on anything. Blasted female! He was angry, borderline hysterical. She had not even touched him, and his body was all over the place. The Saiyan had to immerse himself in a bath full of ice water to train to calm his nerves and was slowly working. To slowly. Vegeta had reached a painful realization; he had no more control over his biological need. 'Fuck' he may be in need to find a female in the mudball to get the business done. He hated the idea, but his body was becoming every time more responsive to the blue haired woman. He might be in need to take her, of course, if she was willing to participate. But what if she gets attached? Damn this fucking place, and that fucking woman.
He had almost calmed with deadly she picked up the female's ki in the proximity. She was not supposed to be back jet; she had left home over half hour ago. He closed his eyes and realized she was near, in his room?. He was getting upset once more. Is she toying with me?. He angrily got out of the tub and covered his body with a blue robe.
Angrily he opened the bathroom door, just to find the woman seated in his bed. She jumped whit the door sound and put a hand on her chest.
-What the fuck are you doing here?- He looked at her noticing a strange attitude. He looked did, but for some reason, he was placed that sh was home, and not in whatever the place she was going was.
Bulma was biting her lips and playing with a curl that was falling over her right shoulder.
-I just have a question- He voice was shy, and she could not face him.
-Ask and leave immediately-
Bulma knew that she had to show more security, she stood in front of him and looked at his eyes. The room was slightly dark, with just the bathroom lights giving Illuminations, But the Saiyan could perfectly see her hesitating eyes.
-I just want you to know that if you say not, I will not hold it against you, I am a grown up woman-
-Woman spill it out!- He was losing his temper; he needed to get rid of her, his body was reacting to the vision of her figure in that impossible tight dress.
-Do you find me attractive?- She did not know she possessed such boldness on her, but the question came easier than she imagined.
It took a few seconds for the Saiyan to process the question, 'Is this a trap?', of course, he did, but no way in hell he was going to accept such think.
-Woman, I am going to kill you if you do not stop this any sense- he had to rub his temples to keep sanity.
-I am serious, I mean, I know on this planet I am beautiful, but in other planets, well I don't. I just wanted to know if you find me attractive-
That was it he was going to kill her to take here if she did not leave immediately.
-Just get out- he looked away from her, trying to avoid the vision of her chest moving nervously up and down.
-Mm ok ok, I'll rephrase, what I want to know is… Have you even thought about me, like sexually?- She bit her lips again and closed her eyes; she was waiting for blow in the face. 'Ok, this time I did it, he will kill me.'
-The woman, if you don't get out of here now, I will fuck you senseless- Ok he said it, now was up to her, if she stayed it will be her fault.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him.
-Well, dummy that is my idea-
He looked at her frozen, he wanted to do it, to take her, but how to start?. He did not have any experience, and he was not about to let her know that. But he did not have to think too much. The woman walked towards him and opened his robe. He stayed quiet while her soft hands touched his chest, carefully exploring all the way to his broad shoulders. She did not break visual contact, even when she slipped his robe out of his shoulders. He tried to stay calm, but his mind was getting cloudy. She kept touching his chest softly, going thru every muscle. His body was firmer that she had ever imagined and his skin was so warm and so soft. She just closed her eyes passing her hands thru his harden nipples, making the Saiyan contain his breath. Every place she touched burn, sending shiver thru all his body. He had never been touched, besides for the punches on the battles. He could not keep it cool anymore; he was craving for more contact, it felt so good to have her hands caressing him, it was almost too much
-You can't back up now a woman- He moved positioned his hands on the sides of her tiny waist and pulled her fragile body towards him. She gasps of surprise and extent. For a moment she was worried about rejection, but know feeling his body so near and his dick already hard against her stomach, pure excitement took over her.
Bulma closed her eyes expecting a kiss, but the warm mouth of the Saiyan went directly to her long neck. He licked from bottom to top, stopping at the base of her face to trace the line with his mouth. He warm skin tasted delicious, and he just wanted to trace every centimeter of her skin with his curious lips.
Bulma felt shivers when his with mouth started to passionately devour her neck, just that, a trail with his thought and her knees were already dissolving. She bites hard her lips, containing a moan. Bulma surrounded his neck with her arms and pushed his face further into her neck. Just the warm breath of the Saiyan on her skin made her felt aroused.
He lowers his hands, tracing her firm round butt, and discovering an extra surprised. -Dirty woman, where is your underwear?- He spoke seductively in her heart producing goosebumps in all her body.
She smiled shyly and pulled his face far, forcing him to look at her.
-Dammit Vegeta, I need you inside me right now.
She crashed his mouth with hers, not giving him any time to reconsider his options. Her lips started to move softly over his, and he found himself following her movements with relative ease. The pleasure was traveling from his lips to his cock like a powerful ki blast, making all his body shiver, she felt and tasted so good, but he wanted, he needed more. Like reading his mind, Bulma started to play with her thought around, until he gave access to the inside of his mouth. By reflex he closed his eyes and began to battle her over control. At that moment he loses the little control over himself and let a deep moan out of his throat.
There was something about his kiss that makes her feel special, desire like she had never felt before, and for Kami, if this man could kiss like this, how else could he do. She felt all her weight easily lifted by his big and vigorous hands place in her ass. She felt all her weight suddenly dropped to the bed, and from there she could appreciate to all his magnificence, to every perfect muscle twitching, his full lips and his deep eyes. But when her eyes lowered to the zone between her legs she almost let a scream out. He was already hard, but his dick was totally out of proportions, it was so big and thick.
-Oh, Kami- she was scared and excited, not very sure if he would be able to receive him inside, but she wanted to find out.
For a moment Vegeta stood they're analyzing her reaction. She had stopped breathing for a second. He followed her eyes and realized they were over his masculinity. Was him insufficient for her? Was the woman disappointed? He did not know and insecurity over power him. He did not know what the expectation was. For a second he panicked, but when the eyes of the woman came back to his, he felt calm. She was biting her lower lip in anticipation, and he took this as a positive signal to continue. The Vegeta realized a new obstacle. He had no idea how to open her dress. Well what else could he do, he destroyed it to pieces.
She wanted to protest; the dress was new, but when his hands went over her shoulders to retired the remains of the dress she could not help but smile. Soon his hands were exploring her naked torso, leaving her body numb in his arms. Every touch was like fire; his hand explored her family with strength and passion. But when his mouth started to study the way down to her chest she could not contain a moan. -He can never hear such a sound, but when it came out of her, his member palpitates furiously. He wanted to hear it again. He took her right breast in his mouth and sucked the pink erected nipple. Her finger digs into his back while the glorious sound came out of her again.
Her breast was so soft and warm; he just loved how her nipples hardened to the rose of his mouth. But he was to keep exploring. His instincts told him to keep his way down.
-Oh, Kami why? He was holding her so tight, and his touched feel so good. She felt her Pussy already contracting, and he had not even touch there. She was desperate to get his attention to her feminity, but he was making her suffer. He made his way down slowly, tasting her body and taking in every curve, but the tension in his cock was growing and becoming painful. He resisted, he believes this location to be a one-time opportunity, and he was going to take every part of her.
Bulma screamed as soon as the Saiyan mouth rose the flesh between her legs. She could not understand her body reaction to this man, the first struck off his thought in her clit, and she was almost there.
She was never an easy woman to please, Yamcha had to work hard to make her come, and despite all his efforts he rarely did. But know she was just screaming of pure stasis.
For a second after her loud cry, he had stopped, worried that eh had hurt her.
-Damned Vegeta Do not stop now-
-Control Yourself woman- She was about to reply when his thought stroke is away from making her cry.
She could not handle it; the pleasure was too much It was becoming agony, he had to hold her waist tight, so she stops moving like crazy. He did not even need to finger her; she was almost crying of pure sexual bliss, she could feel every heart beat down there.
-Vegeta stop, I can't handle it anymore. Its so much.- She was losing her mind, but her pleas just made him go rougher sucking on her clit creating a bigger wage of pleasure. He could not stop, not with her moaning and screaming like that, not with her calling his name in that way. At last her legs tense while a long space took the power of all her body, she could not keep it down, and a loud cry came out of her while a small amount of a thick liquid filled the Saiyan mouth, making him understand that she had reached her sexual peak.
He lifted his body to appreciate her sweaty body. She was trying to recover her breath and was looking at him with total disbelieved. She had never imagined such a sensation. And she feels the necessity to repay him.
He was ready to get inside her. He was desperate, but she sat on the bed and looked at him with a smirk on her face. She moved towards him, pushing his body back, making his lay in the bed, and he could not do more that follow. He was quiet for few seconds until he felt the warm hand on the best of his penis. He left a growl of surprise and pleasure out while she stroke his long for the first time. It felt so good to be just touched in there. Her small hands moving with a lot of experience, and when he thought he could not feel better, he felt the rose of the lips in the head of his member, making him gasp for air. She was more than happy wit his reactions, Bulma had to find out that Vegeta was a very expensive male in bed, and all his reaction just make her desire for him Bigger. He did not need to pretend to be in control by keeping himself quiet; he did not need to hide his pleasure to feel like men. Every reaction of his body, the breath, and the moan made her go further and further in her administrations. She could not put all him length in her mouth, but with the help of her hands, she found a rhythm to properly struck his manhood until a rather animalist growl abandoned his mouth followed by hi release.
She swallows all of his sed, finding out it was less disgusting that wat she had tried before. Obviously, his extremely healthy lifestyle had good repercussions in his taste.
He had lost it completely, and his mind had gone black. He had never released himself and did have not an idea to wich extend he would enjoy it.
He had enjoyed her administrations, but he felt it was not enough, he still wanted to be inside of her, he still hasn't taken her. Just to think about the possibility of her warm womanhood around his cock, made her length grow again.
She just looked at him in silence, in disbelieve. She thought he might need some time to recover, but his dick was fully erect once more, and she needed him inside.
He was about to move and take her, but she decided to go first and put her legs wide open in the sides of his. She looked so dashing, as glowing, and he could not stop admiring her. Her skin was so soft and bright. Every inch of her body was delicious and beautiful.
She grabbed his penis and positioned at her entrance. Slowly she lowered her hips, receiving the length of the Saiyan that was biting his lips to contain his moans.
Her face change for a second and she forcefully closed her eyes trying to take all his length.
-Woman- he just whispered apparently worried for the expression of pain in her face. But she smiled sweetly at him.
-I just need some time; you are rally big- Her words made him flush, and for once he was glad the room was mostly dark. After she had taken all his length, she stayed still for at least a minute, and she started to move slowly up and down. He could just not believe how she felt, how warm, tight and wet she was, His eyes were on her breast jumping up and down in the most beautiful dance he had ever seen.
Her soft moans were making him go mad, and he felt palpitations firmly inside her. He just followed his inside instincts and graved her by the hips he makes them both roll placing himself over her.
-I can't take this anymore- He trusted hard making her gasp.
-Fuck me Vegeta- she was begging him this time. After her words, there were no more gentle movements, he trusted hard, again and again, increasing the speed and the strength, He was gasping and moaning, but she was screaming. Asking him not to stop. Her pleas and cries made difficult for him to contain his release, but he did not want to end, not jet, he did not want this to end. He could feel how her warm inside started to increase his pleasure. Her scream become lauder and lauder.
-Oh, Kami, you are so good- Every single word made him go over the edge.
-Vegeta I can't anymore- His name that was the best of all. The way she desperately called for him.
-Woman, say my name- de ordered, and she obeyed. -Vegeta please, Vegeta-
Every time she screamed his name between the moans he trusted harder. Until she could not cry anymore a bit into his shoulder while her insides contracted to give to the strongest orgasm, she had ever experience.
She could feel he was near and placed her hands around his throat while he kept thrusting harder. He had closed his eyes, letting all the pleasure he was feeling register on his face. She put strength around his throat, and after a few more trust he violently released himself inside her letting a long growl out of his mouth.
They both recovered the breath next to each other in silence, until Vegeta felt the need to release himself of the body functions and walked to the bathroom.
Bulma saw him walking away and understood his indifferent attitude. She smiled to herself and with effort, and a lot of pain stood from the bed. She took in for the last time the room and everything that had happened, and she knew that she would never be able to forget. But she knew Vegeta too, at leat that is what she wanted to believe, and had never expected anything. She had obtained more that she had bargained for. She picked the robe he was using before and covered her body with it. And then with great effort but with her body and hearth satisfied she left the room. She was happy, he had given her the best night of her life, and she did not wantd to bother or bug him with her presence. She did not want to ruin a perfect night with the fight and screamed, so she left.
After cleaning himself, he made it out of the bathroom. He was beyond pleased, he had never experienced anything like it before, and did not understand what took him so long to experience that. But now he wanted more from her, he wanted to take her again, and again. He needs it. But she was gone. With her scent still lingering in the room, he sat on the bed, frustrated and angry. Why in the hell had the woman left?
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