𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 | 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘭 𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚| Part 2

I smile, he had called me beautiful.
"I mean it, I've never seen someone so pretty" he smiled moving his hands around my body.

"I thought I was suppose to wait to show you me in this" I said Giving him a casual smile before laughing.

He turned me around to face the mirror and he stood behind me, his head on my shoulder causing my head to tilt.
He moved my hair of my neck.

"You look so good. I can't help but stare." He kissed my cheek.

"And you eyes go so well with the white top" he said kissing my soft jawline.

"And your body is like heaven to touch."
He said grabbing my hand to face him.

"I don't deserve you, baby."

He looked so nice in the moment. I love him, and I wanted him to understand that. Better then he does now.

I kissed him, with him being slightly taller than me, he lifted my chin and grabbed my hand leading me to my room.

I whisper in his ear "can't we just agree, we both got lucky"
And smiles setting me on the bed while caressing my face.

"Can I kiss you" he saying meaning he wants to kiss my body from top to bottom.
I knew this by the soft romantic tone he said it in.

Feeling nervous, I say, "Yes." Even though uncertain.

"Don't worry, I would never do anything to make you feel anything but good y/n." Carl's says while staring at my arms and shoulders.

He begins to kiss down my neck sending chills down my spine, and butterflies in my stomach.

He stars to kiss down my shoulders and down my chest.

I squirm at the slight contact.
He looks up at me and gives me a reassuring look.

"Could I" he says looking at my top.

I tell him while breaking eye contact and looking at my breast.

"It isn't very attractive by the way, im not as beautiful as you think Carl" I sigh.
He looked at me with sadness.

"Just trust me" he said.

I shook my head in agreement looking away from him

I could feel his cold hand on my back pulling me up to look at him.
I stare at him while he stare even more deeply at me.

He lifted my shirt over my head.
Staring my black push up bra. And slowly looking down at my stomach.
He laid me down and started to kiss my stomach fat.

Touching each individual stretch mark on my torso.

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