1. him and i

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My head slammed against the beige frame as my whole bed moved north banging off the wall for at least the eighth time in the past 10 minutes. i panted- out of breath already, then moaned as he started to speed up- going harder and harder 'u like that huh?' he whispered, his soft, rasp voice in my ear, i shivered, chills flowing threw my body like electricity, right down to my throbbing pussy. 'i do daddy' i answered looking up into his sparkling blue eyes. He looked back into mine and they lit up as he smirked 'good girl' he gently lifted my legs over his muscular shoulders as he pushed in deeper and deeper i gasped and arched my back further 'wow!' he continued and i moaned again and again till the white cream started oozing out of my now red pussy. 'i found your spot again' he grinned, even though he always made me wet, he was proud of himself every time but it was cute. i attempted to laugh, still out of breath after he just railed tf outta me for the 5th time
this week. But we weren't done yet.

He reached up to my chest and ran his fingers down my stomach, his soft touch giving me eager butterflies.
He sat slowly down on his knees at the edge of my bed and looked up at me. I nodded and leaned back then ever so gently he licked me; my clit, i moaned, his tongue could work miracles on me. He kept going as i moaned more and more in sink with his movements, it felt good riding his face, unlike anything else of this world, his presence was all i needed in my life. He kept going till his face was full of my cream. He looked up at me and held his gaze with his handsome brown eyes as he began to taste his lips, smiling with such confidence as he made sure he got every last bit, he looked so happy and it made my heart warm up, i wanted him closer, so i pulled him up and on top of me, his skin touching against mine giving me goosebumps. He stopped too look into my eyes, then slipped his magic tongue in my mouth as we made out again- ugh he was so perfect for me. And in that moment i realised i loved him. i knew i had liked him before, but this time it was different than it had been every other week of the holidays. But i knew it could never work and that hurt me more than i thought it would, even though i was already aware of our deal. I just wanted us to be real.

His warm plush, skin against my body, his flush pink lips against mine, his cute little button nose that fitted so perfectly with every part of him, his eyes. His eyes, which i could see my future deep inside and his silk bronze hair which i slowly ran my fingers through. This was my boy. I didn't want anyone else having this, this was me and him, and he was jus so right for me. No one else, only him.

He pulled out noticing i was distracted. 'Why did you stop' his soft eyes looked almost upset. I smiled, 'cuz i was admiring how perfect you are' He smiled and then his face went cold 'you don't have feelings for me do you..' i didn't reply. 'Lydia we've been through this, i don't do relationships' i sighed and looked away. His hand reached up to hold my chin as he turned it to face his. 'it won't work, it never does i don't want to hurt you like i've done to every other girl' i sighed 'i know i know' i pulled my lilac t-shirt over my head and looked deep into his eyes, 'hm' he murmured.

He was a quiet soul to those who
didn't know him, but when u did that was a different story. He was pretty unlike most of the guys in our year. But he wasn't the social-able type unless it was his sex life, he liked sex, almost too much, like he was addicted. I didn't mind it though but i was just a girl who longed to be with him, not just for the sex but for the feeling of being cared for and loved.

But he wouldn't stay and i knew that, but i couldn't help but want him for myself- he was so perfect. He looked over at me then slowly stood up, 'i cant do this with you if u like me- it- it- just doesn't work i'm sorry lydia' he forced a smile at me, but i didn't notice because i was lost, deep in thought the words racing through my head. He turned away and quickly grabbed his leaf green jacket of my sofa and slipped out of my bedroom door without making a noise. He never came back.

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