It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. It’s amazing how far good looks and humor can get you.
And…manners. Who knew?
You hold a fucking door open for a girl, she automatically thinks you’re a gentlemen. She thinks you’re the type of guy who would treat his mother like a queen. Girls see guys with manners and think there’s no way they could be dangerous.
I held every fucking door open for Sloan that I could find.
I even held an umbrella for her once.
That was a long time ago, though. That was back when she used to sleep on her stomach. Naked.
Sometimes I wonder if she’s not as happy as she used to be. She left me once and I fucking hated it. Every second she was gone, I felt like I had turned into every single thing my father feared I’d grow up to be. A love-sick fool. Shit for brains.
But I do love her. Fuck him and his idiotic bullshit philosophies on love. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and when she left me, I knew that.
I knew if she left for good, she’d eventually find someone else. I couldn’t bear the thought of another man’s mouth on hers. His hands on her. His fucking disgusting dick inside of her, when she’d only ever had me there. She was mine.
And I did what I needed to do to get her back-even if she doesn’t realize it had anything to do with me. I did it for her benefit-because I love her. And I know she loves me. When she came back to me and asked for my help, it was the proudest I’ve ever been of myself. Because I knew at that point it was a done deal. She was mine forever.
But there’s still that one tiny flaw in our relationship that makes me question the permanence of it. She refuses to accept my lifestyle-always makes me promise her I’ll get out someday. We both know that’ll never happen, though. I’m good at what I do. But I guess maybe I need to prove to her that I can do both. Be what she needs without it compromising my lifestyle.
I need to ensure she never goes anywhere. I need to make her part of my life permanently.
I could marry her. I could buy her a house-one where just the two of us lived. Of course I’d be in this house between the hours of 8am and 8pm, since I seem to be the only one who knows how to properly operate things around here.
But Sloan could be at the home we would share together, growing babies. When I came home at night, she could feed me, we’d make love, I’d sleep with her by my side. And she’d sleep on her stomach.
I’ve never thought about marriage before. I wonder why this brilliant idea is just now coming to me?
She’s never brought up marriage, though. I’m not even sure she’d agree to it. But if she got pregnant, she wouldn’t have a choice. Unfortunately, she uses birth control with more routine than I get my dick sucked. Not that her birth control isn’t something I couldn’t tamper with. But on top of that, she also forces me to use a goddamn condom every time I have sex with her.
But…condoms are something else I could tamper with.
I wonder what it would feel like to be inside her without a condom. She’s let me inside of her for a few seconds before-just to prep her before putting on the condom. But I’ve never finished inside of her.
Her warm pussy squeezing tight around my dick while I release into her, feeling every single sensation without a barrier.
I groan at the thought of it and start pumping my fist faster. Fuck, this feels good. Watching her, thinking about being inside of her. I need to touch her. I lean forward, bringing my mouth to her exposed breast. I normally try not to wake her, but it won’t be the first time she wakes up to me jacking off on her.
I slide my tongue against her nipple and tease her, circling it around slowly. She stretches her arm out against the pillow and moans. I like that she’s still asleep. I like to see how close I can get her to an orgasm before waking her up.
I wrap my lips around her nipple and suck gently. It instantly hardens inside my mouth.
“Mmm,” she moans again, her sleepy voice breathless. “Carter.”
My jaw clenches with her fucking nipple still in my mouth.
What the fucking fuck did she just say?
I immediately pull away, letting her nipple pop out of my mouth. I look down at her fucking face. I release my grip on my dick. It just went limp at the sound of that name passing her lips.
What the fuck?
What.
The.
Fuck?
My chest hurts. It feels like someone just crushed it. Dropped a brick on it. Dropped a whole fucking building on it.
Somewhere between moaning his name and regaining consciousness, Sloan pulled her shirt down over her tits.
Somewhere between moaning his name and regaining consciousness, I wrapped my hand around her throat.
And…manners. Who knew?
You hold a fucking door open for a girl, she automatically thinks you’re a gentlemen. She thinks you’re the type of guy who would treat his mother like a queen. Girls see guys with manners and think there’s no way they could be dangerous.
I held every fucking door open for Sloan that I could find.
I even held an umbrella for her once.
That was a long time ago, though. That was back when she used to sleep on her stomach. Naked.
Sometimes I wonder if she’s not as happy as she used to be. She left me once and I fucking hated it. Every second she was gone, I felt like I had turned into every single thing my father feared I’d grow up to be. A love-sick fool. Shit for brains.
But I do love her. Fuck him and his idiotic bullshit philosophies on love. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and when she left me, I knew that.
I knew if she left for good, she’d eventually find someone else. I couldn’t bear the thought of another man’s mouth on hers. His hands on her. His fucking disgusting dick inside of her, when she’d only ever had me there. She was mine.
And I did what I needed to do to get her back-even if she doesn’t realize it had anything to do with me. I did it for her benefit-because I love her. And I know she loves me. When she came back to me and asked for my help, it was the proudest I’ve ever been of myself. Because I knew at that point it was a done deal. She was mine forever.
But there’s still that one tiny flaw in our relationship that makes me question the permanence of it. She refuses to accept my lifestyle-always makes me promise her I’ll get out someday. We both know that’ll never happen, though. I’m good at what I do. But I guess maybe I need to prove to her that I can do both. Be what she needs without it compromising my lifestyle.
I need to ensure she never goes anywhere. I need to make her part of my life permanently.
I could marry her. I could buy her a house-one where just the two of us lived. Of course I’d be in this house between the hours of 8am and 8pm, since I seem to be the only one who knows how to properly operate things around here.
But Sloan could be at the home we would share together, growing babies. When I came home at night, she could feed me, we’d make love, I’d sleep with her by my side. And she’d sleep on her stomach.
I’ve never thought about marriage before. I wonder why this brilliant idea is just now coming to me?
She’s never brought up marriage, though. I’m not even sure she’d agree to it. But if she got pregnant, she wouldn’t have a choice. Unfortunately, she uses birth control with more routine than I get my dick sucked. Not that her birth control isn’t something I couldn’t tamper with. But on top of that, she also forces me to use a goddamn condom every time I have sex with her.
But…condoms are something else I could tamper with.
I wonder what it would feel like to be inside her without a condom. She’s let me inside of her for a few seconds before-just to prep her before putting on the condom. But I’ve never finished inside of her.
Her warm pussy squeezing tight around my dick while I release into her, feeling every single sensation without a barrier.
I groan at the thought of it and start pumping my fist faster. Fuck, this feels good. Watching her, thinking about being inside of her. I need to touch her. I lean forward, bringing my mouth to her exposed breast. I normally try not to wake her, but it won’t be the first time she wakes up to me jacking off on her.
I slide my tongue against her nipple and tease her, circling it around slowly. She stretches her arm out against the pillow and moans. I like that she’s still asleep. I like to see how close I can get her to an orgasm before waking her up.
I wrap my lips around her nipple and suck gently. It instantly hardens inside my mouth.
“Mmm,” she moans again, her sleepy voice breathless. “Carter.”
My jaw clenches with her fucking nipple still in my mouth.
What the fucking fuck did she just say?
I immediately pull away, letting her nipple pop out of my mouth. I look down at her fucking face. I release my grip on my dick. It just went limp at the sound of that name passing her lips.
What the fuck?
What.
The.
Fuck?
My chest hurts. It feels like someone just crushed it. Dropped a brick on it. Dropped a whole fucking building on it.
Somewhere between moaning his name and regaining consciousness, Sloan pulled her shirt down over her tits.
Somewhere between moaning his name and regaining consciousness, I wrapped my hand around her throat.
