SELECTION OF DESIRES (Smut Compilation)

For A Moment

🔞 — SMUT UPDATE

@SUGHV

[ W A R N I N G ]
RATED SPG - The following story contains mature themes that should not be read by children/minors. The violence and sexual content predominate. Please read this at your own risk.
   

[ N O T E ]
All characters in this work are purely fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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“It's called, unrequited love.
Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other.
But what about the rest of us? What about our stories?
Those of us who fall in love, alone.”

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For a minute I knew I was drinking, dancing, grinding on someone at the dance floor. Now, I'm in bed. Aggressively kissing him as he abolish our clothes.

“Mhmm...” I moaned in between our kiss when he slowly knead my inner thigh. Damn, he's dominating over me and I'm enjoying it.

I gasped as he pulled me up, placing me on top of him. My lips hovered over his, “are you sure?”, he asked. “We could get in trouble”.

“The hell I care”, I responded. Leaning down, crashing our lips together.

Immediately, he groped my breast, causing me to lift my hips and rubbing my wet folds unto his length.

“God, youʼre perfect.” He mumbled as he sucks my nipple while his thumb is encircling my clit. He slowly played with my bud causing me to moan a little bit louder.

I pushed him softly as I held his dick and positioned its head on my entrance, “you have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this”. He stifled a groan as I slide his length into mine, stretching my walls, I gasped as I realized how much he's filling me up.

I gripped his shoulders in pleasure and pain, adjusting to his size. He pulled me closer and kisses my neck as I pump slowly on him. My eyes fly open when he whispered, “youʼre taking me so well”.

In a second, he flipped me over and bent me. I gasped as he forcefully pushed inside me, holding my head with handful of my hair, treating me like a fucking vessel of his cock.

“You look so fucking good with my cock in your pussy.” He thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.”

The way he spoke sets my body on fire. His harsh thrust were more powerful than anything that kept me dismount. Damn, this is what he can do to me.

I held on the headboard tightly. I stayed submissive as he kept getting faster and faster, how movements drove me crazy to the point of ignorance. I donʼt care how much trouble I will be in, or how fucked up I will be, as long as I have him tonight—I might have him for the rest of our lives.

“You asked for this and Iʼm not gonna hold myself back”, he stated. “Iʼm so close”.

I stopped holding back my moans now. My breath comes out in hard pants as I stare at him, my pussy soaked as I bent even more. I stare at him, the way my body shakes and clenched, and his hard cock twitch inside me, I knew weʼre both on edge for something to fire off.

“Fuck,” he groaned out. His cock pulsed against my insides and I released something that Iʼve been holding on, his hot load filling me in. Filling my pussy. And the fact that it was my pussy—that it was me—who made him cum pulled a deep contented sigh from the back of my throat.

We rolled over beside me as we catch out breath. I wrapped my hands around his chest. I have been in love with him for years, a decade to be exact. After what happened, I anticipate him to feel the same way. Because that's how people who are in love does, right? They both share intimate moments, only them.

What I donʼt understand is why did he pushed me away and now staring at me full of guilt and remorse. We just did something amazing. Something that people who fall in love with each other would do.

” Does no part of you will make you love me even a little?” I finally spoke.

“No”, he uttered, so quiet that it sounded like a whisper. “The friction from you moving on top of me made me hard, yes, your body even made me quiver and cum, but I donʼt want you, Mathilde. This is a mistake that will never happen ever again. We were drunk and you insisted for this. I am not sure what youʼre thinking or hoping, but you need to stop. Do you know how much will this hurt your twin sister?”

I turned my face away, I hear him gathering his clothes and pacing back and forth the room until he gets out as I hear the door close. My heart drops at the distraught look I saw infront of me—my reflection on the mirror. My unrelenting tears continue to drop realizing how much of a fool Iʼve made myself.

I knew him way before my sister and him knew each other. Itʼs a fact that I found him first, and yet my very own sister was the one who got him. I wanted it to be him, badly.

This night, I got what I love the most. Just one night. In the morning, he will forget this, everything will be as it is. And I can pretend that it didnʼt happen. Except that it did—he became mine, and I was his, for a moment.

I donʼt know whatʼs more tragic, that I will possibly keep on loving him, or that he would never do, never does, and never did—not for a moment.

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