This story starts out with me in jail... and ends with me in jail.
But that's sort of suitable for a story about myself, is it not?
This is more or less a telling of me falling in love with a man I gravely didn't deserve, and him changing my life in...
Here is the last chapter I've been avoiding uploading cause I didn't want to say goodbye yet Stay tuned for my usual emotional ass paragraph afterwards And enjoy lovelies!! Thank you for giving me such an amazing run with this series I couldn't be more grateful I'll be editing later, but for now... Warning: Explicit Content ;)
Derek
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I pushed the fabric of John's smooth black dress shirt off his broad shoulders, and back onto the mattress behind us. I was forcing my still shaking hands to comply, promising them that those buttons were the last complicated thing they had to do.
At least I think, I had dived head first into this whole sex thing with John on some still pretty limited knowledge.
My body was on absolute fire right now from every place he touched, but I didn't care. I just wanted this man in less fucking clothes. Actually, no clothes really, but I was willing to negotiate.
I could feel him through his pants now, he was pressed up against my naked body hard as his hands gripped my hips even harder. I felt the slight pain at my sides, but that just made my need for him grow. It excited me for what was coming next.
Fuck, I don't think I've ever felt like this before. Or felt this strongly for someone before.
Was sex with him always like this? Would it always be?
John stopped fighting me and my needs tonight. I'd say he didn't put up much of one when I slowly passed my fingers down his smooth, exposed toned abs. Instead, his grip on my body only tightened. Once my hands reached his crotch, my gaze met his again to ask for permission. John slowly nodded, giving me the okay to continue.
So I did. My fingers unclamped the button easily, before I zipped the crotch zipper down. His fabric was so tight, the zipper almost jammed, but eventually I got it undone. When my hands freed John, slipping his hard cock through the hole in his briefs, I heard him let out one low slightly shaky breath.
I was slowly stroking him now, feeling his cock against mine whenever I pulled it towards me. John leant forward to lean his head against my shoulder, clearly doing everything he could not to dig his fingers into my hips any deeper.
"Wait-" John spoke suddenly, his raspy voice causing my hand to still on him. He slowly released that death grip he had on me, but I could still feel his hands even if they weren't there anymore.
Every touch from him lingered.
I felt a strong arm wrap itself around my back, holding me against John's chest as he leant us forward. Instead, his free hand reached past us to his bedside drawer again, which made my already rampant heart rate drive itself off a fucking cliff.
He pulled out something that I didn't catch until he adjusted us back onto the edge of the bed again.
"Is that lube?" I asked John, hearing the bottle cap open from where behind me. John slowly shook his head.
