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here are right days and wrong days.
Today is the latter.
I know the right days — or rather, I discovered them over the
past couple of weeks.
Right days start with Silver's face opposite mine before I wake her up
with my tongue inside her cunt, and her muffling her screams into the
pillow so no one hears.
Right days include leaving hickeys all over her tits and stomach and
even her neck, then spying on her as she secretly stares at them in the
mirror with a smile.
Those days include sneaking behind everyone's backs whenever we
have dinner, and fucking her against the bathroom's counter until her
orgasm face is the only thing visible in the mirror.
Those days can also be spent in the club, where we watch people have
sex until she becomes so hot and bothered and starts to touch me. Where
I'm fucking her then and there until my name comes out of her mouth in a
stifled moan.
Right days end with me slipping into her room and fucking her before
hugging her to sleep, only to wake her up in the middle of the night to fuck
her again.
That's the problem with Silver... It's impossible to get enough of her. I
have no pause or stop button when it comes to her. The moment I think I'm
done, she'll moan in her sleep or absentmindedly stroke my chest, and all I
want to do is own her again.
The resistance never really withers away from her. It doesn't matter that
she comes undone around me, or that she still goes behind my back to
threaten any girl who comes close to me. After every time I take her, every
single orgasm, and every single kiss, she doesn't fail to murmur that she
hates me.
Her body might open to me willingly and without any resistance, but
she still has her heart and mind under lock and key.
On right days, I couldn't give a fuck about that. The only thing that
matters is that she's mine. So what if no one knows? I'm still the only one
she comes for, begs for, and whose name she moans.
I'm the only one who sees the hickeys and the only one who puts them
there. I'm the only one who witnesses the rolling of her eyes and the 'O' on
her lips when she orgasms. The only one who feels the shaking of her legs
around me and hears that small satisfied noise she makes when she's spent.
But on wrong days, like today, I want to grab her by the throat and
kidnap her the fuck out of here.
Out of this city. This country. This world.
