Vincent

Two - Trumpet pt.2

"Ah! Mn! Hng! There! Fuck yes!"

I stared at Sandra writhing in pleasure below me. She clutched the white sheets as I thrust into her.

"Uuhh Sandy you're so good!" She moaned as she wrapped her hands around my neck. "More!"

I did what she said. "Hng!"

Lusty moans and pants filled her condo.

"Ah shit!" I cursed as excessive pleasure made my mind go wild.

"Ah! San...dy!" I saw Sandra's tears fall down on her cheeks.

I grabbed her breast and pressed her nipple hard.

"Ah yes!" She screamed.

"You like that?" I said, panting.

"Mmn!"

I smirked. "You... slutty author."

I grabbed her other breast and gave both a good squeeze as I melted inside her.

...

"Do I really have to change it?" Sandra said as she blew smoke from her mouth. "It's a waste to change the plot, you know? It's rare and it's different from the others."

I put on my pants and didn't answer.

"Besides," she continued, "I like to try writing action novels." She paused. I felt her eyes gaze at me as I button my polo. "Why do you want me to change it?"

"... Nothing."

She inhaled from her cigarette. "Liar." She blew. "I know there's a reason behind that."

"And I know that we agreed not to meddle each other's business."

"Tsk."

I took my bag on the floor. "I'm going now."

"Ugh. You're always like that. Leaving right after sex."

"If you really like the plot, don't change it."

"Hm?"

"You're right. It's such a waste to change it." I turned to her and smiled. "I'm looking forward for the next chapter." I walked to the door. "Good luck, miss author."

As I walked outside, I knew that she was looking at me dumbfounded when I smiled at her.