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Chapter Five - Sebastian

Every night, she came into my dreams.

In all her majestic beauty. Naked, barely dressed, and just begging me to fuck her-- tie her to a headboard, turn her around and pound my cock into her wet and thirsty pussy. "Sebastian Miguel!" I'd hear her moan my name in her husky, soft feminine voice. I'd watch her innocent doll face get all red, hot and hungry for my dick.

And those are just dreams. I wake up every morning with cum in my pants. My body is disobeying me so badly. It's been 6 days since I last saw her. Nearly a week. I can't do this anymore. I can no longer act like I'm not going crazy for not having her in my sight since the last 6 whole days. Ever since I left her apartment, my life has been a mess. All I do is think of her, dream of her, and cum at the imagination of her.

"I need to go see her today, I must." I tell Leon. He's confused, utterly, and he literally has no idea what's gotten into me. I've kept real quiet, patient. I thought in these 6 days, I'll get over her. I don't even know her name besides the fact that her last name is 'Wood'. However, I want her so badly. I want to make her mine. Leave my mark on her sweet little cunt. No one else will ever dare to touch her for the rest of her life.

Ms. Wood. What could possibly be her name? That's another addition to my checklist for the day. I need to find out her name. Ask her upfront, again. Hopefully this time, she answers and doesn't get sassy.

If she gets sassy, I'll fuck her straight in the ass. Right at the doorway.

I get inside my car and drive straight to her apartment. It's a weekend. She should be home. If she's not, I'll just wait. I'll wait all day and night if I have to.

As I get there, my eyes shift around the shady neighborhood. She doesn't deserve to live in an area like this. I'll tell her to live with me, live in my mansion with me and leave this shithole forever.

I rush myself to the elevator, taking large steps as if in a hurry-- which I am-- and then I click on the button labelled '5' inside. My body gets uneasy with impatience. I won't rest until I get to see her face. As soon as I reach the floor, I burst out of the elevator. Literally stomping over to the door, I knock loudly three times. I gulp my throat, wiping my wet palms on the sides of my pants. I swear is she's not home, I'll--

"What are you doing here?"

The door's open a bit wide, but it's wide enough to see her. Only her face. She's only peeking out with her face. And my god, my heart melts as soon as our eyes meet. She's just as beautiful as I'd last seen her-- my angel. And it's still like the first time I ever saw her.

I'm heavily panting, with sweat dripping down my forehead "I told you, didn't I? I told you to expect me."

She looks shy, her eyes shifting everywhere else but my face. Her cheeks are blushed, even the tip of her little button nose, and she's slightly nibbling at her bottom lip. I can't tell what she's thinking.

"You didn't forget me, did you?" I take a step closer. I can hear her breathing is heavy and audible for me "please tell me, that you feel the same way for me as I feel for you."

She doesn't speak yet. But she opens the door a bit wider, and I can see what she's wearing. Her beautiful red curls are hanging now, and they reach all the way down to her hips. And oh god, her body-- she's wearing a super tight tank top. Her big, heaving breasts practically pouring out of them. Her nipples are sharp, shaped out perfectly on the weak fabric of her top. On the bottom, she's wearing blue booty shorts and on the feet, white flip flops with a bit of fur on each of them.

My hands are aching to rip those clothes off her body. And I can tell that I can rip them off quite easily. Her clothes are just asking to be ripped off by my hands. Her body gets me utterly aroused-- all that rushing straight to my cock, making it hard and pulsing. It wants to burst out of my pants.