Normally when someone runs away from their problems, they are not looking for new ones. That is usually the mindset. Never did Sabian think that accepting new friendships would do exactly that.
Sabian "Sable" Reeve is a typical 21 year old who alway...
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I think I'm lost without you
Strangers rushing past, just trying to get home
You were the only safe haven that I've known
Hits me at full speed, feel like I can't breathe
And nobody knows this pain inside me
My world is crumbling, I should never have let you go
I think I'm lost without you
August 21, 1992
I was sleeping soundly when a little beep sound filled the silence of the room for just a second, thought nothing of it till I felt the covers that were once covering my naked body being pulled slowly away. Picking my head up, I glanced back and saw Darrell's naked self slowly crawl up the length of me, his lips gliding along my exposed skin while doing so. I noticed he had his hair in a low messy bun for a change which oddly enough was still attractive, this man could pull anything off. "Mmmm, Darrell. It's 3:45 in the morning," giggling a little when he started to tickle my skin with his beard, my giggles soon turned to moans when kisses were placed against the back of my shoulder. I was barely awake, and I was already wet for this man. That is exactly how in tune my body is to him.
Darrell sat on the back of my thighs which had the tip of him already poking my ass cheek, letting me know that he had other plans instead for us. With his lips still against my shoulder, "I don't give a shit woman. I have been denied your body for too long and I am making up for lost time," he groaned, rubbing himself towards my heated core. God, there was that talk that I loved so much, as though he owned me and could take me whenever he wanted. Without another word, Darrell lifted my hips up which gave him better access before pushing himself all the way in. Because of the soreness from the round earlier, the penetration was a bit harsh but still welcomed none the less.
The first round Darrell made love to me, this round Darrell was now able to fuck me the way he wanted to, rough and raw. Laying my cheek against the bed, closing my eyes as I gave myself over completely to him, I wasn't going to fight back. Naturally I wanted to reach out and touch him, when doing so, Darrell grabbed both my hands and held them behind my back. Now I was completely at his will, I was defenseless. The position pushed my ass up a little more, leaving my core to push more into his pelvic, taking more of Darrell in doing so.
A small whimper escaped from me, it had been so long since I had been good and fucked like this. Because of the rhythm of Darrell's hips, they were relentless and unforgiving, having him hitting further within me. My whimpers soon became grunts, partially muffled because of my face in the sheet. The feeling of Darrell's necklace tickling me between the shoulder blades told me that he was leaning forward, "can he fuck you like I can?" he challenged. It took me a moment to realize he was talking about Jay. I wasn't sure if I should feed into his lust, but I was already too far gone. I tried shaking my head no against the bed but that wasn't enough for him, "say it," he egged on, giving me another rough thrust. Another cry was released, "no, not like you," biting my lip to keep myself from whimpering any more. The pleasure I was feeling had me dripping down my thighs, it was a slip and slide down there.
