She was out. She sat in his house. His house was large. It was nice. It amused her almost.
She shouldn't be there. She should be at home. With him. But she isn't. She's here. At another's house. She bit her lip as he came back in the room. He gave her a beer. They both drank it quietly.
"Fuck it." He whispered and went over to her, kissing her roughly on the lips. She kissed back, her arms trailing up to his neck. She gave a soft tug on the back of his hair.
He slipped down the straps of her shirt. Ripping it off almost. He unbuckled her pants, slipping them off.
He was rough. His lips felt like sandpaper. Nothing like her lover's lips. His were soft and majestical. Something she never felt from anyone else. But she went with it nonetheless.
His hands touched her skin, the feeling foreign. She could stop this anytime. But she didn't. She kept going. She just won't tell him where she's been.
Every time another moan escapes her lips, she thought of him. She pushed him back further away. She couldn't bear it. She looked at the man on top of her. Another moan escaped her lips. His lips as well.
She shut her eyes as she let out a loud, throaty moan. Her breathing increased rapidly. She opened her eyes, a small smile slithering onto her lips. She let out a sigh as well.
She got up from her spot, seeing the man buckling the belt around his jeans. She grabbed her clothes, putting them on as fast as she could. She bit her lip, grabbing her phone. She left without any other words. Escaping him before she could lose it.
She got in the car, dialing his number.
"Hey baby, I'll be there in fifteen."
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last summer ↠ s.m
FanfictionTheir love was fire. And fire is catching. It catches onto simple things like material, food, objects. You name it. Their love was set to burn in flames. They didn't feel it physically, but mentally it burned. It hurt. It was worse than any Third De...
