Chapter 99
Chapter 99:
I came, smearing my cum between our chests, and he bit my shoulder the moment he climaxed. I smiled in his arms, knowing he had left me another mark.
“Why are you smiling? That good, huh?” he teased, looking damn smug.
“They’re always damn good with you,” I said, circling my hands around his shoulder and pulling him down for a kiss.
“Not yet,” I added when he was about to pull out. I was still floating, and I needed him to ground me. Which he did, until he slipped out and took me to rest beside him.
“Come home with me p>
“To your bachelor pad, where you keep your boy toy?” It was meant to be a joke, but he looked offended, and I instantly hated myself for upsetting him.
“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… shit! This is why I can’t have boyfriends. I always do stupid…” I sat up, my eyes once again wet. Fucking hell, why do I keep crying like a fucking girl?
“Remy, hey… it’s okay, we’re okay, and I still want you to pack a bag for my bachelor pad.” He smiled, seemingly not offended, as he held my face and gently placed a kiss on each of my damp eyes.
I nodded, agreeing when I was too choked up to say yes. I was drowning in my feelings for him.
Too much love, too soon, but I knew my heart didn’t care, even though in the end it would be shattered into millions of pieces.
Dion and I had been secretly meeting for sex for almost a month. He had been coming to my place for dinner, sometimes staying afterward for the obvious reason. He often slept over at mine, more times than not. We had been having a lot of passionate moments, and I was exploring myself more and more.
The man sure knew how to work my body, and I had been spread across almost every surface of my apartment.
“Are you sleeping over tonight p>
“Hmm-mm…” He nuzzled my face while our bodies were still sticky from our cum. “Yeah, I’ll swing by my place before work tomorrow. Why? You still want my dick for your late-night snack, Mr. Davenport?” Every time I asked, he would ask the same thing back, with a slight twist. He trailed kisses down to suck on my nipple, and I was whimpering again in no time.
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“I’m spent. I don’t think I can p>
“Sssh… let me do the work.” His hand was on my hip, caressing my waist before cupping my ass cheek, squeezing, making me moan his name. “That’s it, Mr. Davenport, just let me use you. Let your body make me feel good. You’re my cum dump, aren’t you?” The source of thɪs content is.net
Dion was one of those guys who would fit perfectly as a porn star; his stamina was unreal. My body was still humming from our last release, but somehow, he was bringing me back to life. I was tired, but he was making a point. I was showing myself that this was what I wanted. I wanted sex. I wanted easy nights where I could have a man in my bed without thinking about the consequences.
“Dion, it’s late p>
“One more, my slut, then I’ll let you sleep.” He answered easily. And as always, I couldn’t seem to say no to him. His slut. I didn’t know why the degrading name embarrassed me, but at the same time, I craved it. I needed him to know that I was exactly that for him behind closed doors. What we had was nothing more than an easy fuck. I didn’t want another relationship after what happened with Ghazi. Fuck. I closed my eyes as my mind drifted to my first love, who easily dumped me, even though he promised otherwise. I didn’t want another relationship. What I wanted was sex.
And sex with Dion was safe. He was hungry for my body, and nothing else.
He sucked my nipple while his lube-covered fingers breached me. He expertly played me, whispering dirty things he’d do to my body. “Spread those sexy thighs, slut, let me see all of you.” When he was suddenly gone, my mind wondered what toy was…