"It's addictive, you know this
But you still lick the wrapper"
- Doja Cat
"I'm leaving tomorrow." Marissa informed him.
"Okay."
She picked at her manicured nails, peeling off the nail-polish. She didn't want to look at him. "This can't carry on."
"Alright."
Her hand landed on the bed. "Take me seriously, Cameron."
He leaned against the wall. "I'm trying but we both know that's bullshit. You'll come back to me."
She scoffed. "You're so sure of that."
"You've proved me right every other time."
She uncrossed her legs. "Well, I'm not lying this time. Get ready to never see me again."
She was so serious but still heard a laugh erupt from him. "Sure, sweetheart."
Her hands formed fists which Cameron immediately noticed. He strode over to her and before she knew it, her arms were pinned above her head, her back against the mattress he'd been sleeping in.
He smirked down at her. "Prove me wrong then. Resist me, Issa."
He knew how much that name affected her. How it made her stomach flutter. He had the advantage yet she accepted his challenge.
His hand slipped beneath her shirt, quickly finding her breasts. "No bra? Risky."
His touch did things she'd tried to fight away many times before. Her body couldn't help it.
"Push me away, Issa. Tell me to fuck off. Tell me you're married."
But she didn't. The words didn't leave her mouth. Fuck.
She was under his spell and that knowledge made him grin.
"See? Bullshit." He teased her nipples, making her breath hard.
She whimpered at his touch and he enjoyed hearing it.
She let him remove her shirt and he enjoyed seeing it.
She let him thrust into her and he enjoyed feeling it.
"You can't resist me. No matter how hard you try, you'll always come back to me."
Marissa moaned.
Cameron grabbed her hips.
Marissa tugged him closer.
Cameron gave her what she wanted.
"He can't make you feel like this and you know it, so why do you try so hard?"
Her back arched.
"Let me give you what you want."
His strokes deepened.
"Let me me give you what he can't."
"Y- you like that I'm cheating on him." Marissa realized.
"Well of course I do. That just means i'm better than him."
"Fuck, you don't know him." She choked out between a series of moans.
"Yet I know he can't make you cum as hard."
*****
Returning to Charles was difficult. This was a habit, yet she can't seem to push away her guilt.
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