Versions Of Her (Currently Editing)

⭐Chapter 24: Hell on pleasure⭐

"Then enlighten me, you tried to leave when you had some sh*t with your aunt... you made me say some sh*t I didn't mean! and now you are the expert?!"

He tries to leave, just like last night... I block the door.

"I'm always going to need to know what's on your mind, always going to to make sure that we show the love we have to give to each other, without any complications... If that makes me a bad person, then Shawn am sorry. "

His eyes are hard on mine, and there is no doubt in my mind right now... that I'm not going to get exactly what I asked for.

He crashes his lips against mine... his tongue worshipping the works of mine. All this feels like oxygen that I didn't​ have the chance to get.

He pulls away from my lips unexpectedly, walking back as if he hadn't... a clue of what he just did.

There is no regret, oh no... not even a slight build up. He seems as though he's stopping himself, trying harder than my ex's ever had to... when we were on the lustful way to the gates of hell on pleasure.

My ears ring, my mind not focused.

My heart racing.

Him standing there, zooming in and out to me... ever so slightly where it could easily be missed.

I start to feel like something close to this. Your hands are numb and you are fitting it into a glove, it's not until the feeling comes back to you could you feel the material of the glove against your skin.

It feels like something or someone else is inside of me, trying to get a grip of how the body it's in... actually works.

My eyes starts to focus, mild out of body experience settles down and my posture becomes different than how it usually is.

I'm standing a lot straighter, my chest is out and my shoulder is back. I realised​ that this couldn't have gone on for long because shawn hadn't noticed anything. 

"Why don't you tell me what it is you want to do to me."

I walk over to him, his face is now between my palms... his eyelashes tinkling my fingers every time he blinks, but I don't care.

I want dark skinned c*** inside of me.
"Do you want me to ride you until I make you cum hmm? loverboy, tell me how much you need me, that'll make this whole experience... raw... passionate, and unlike anything you've ever experienced."

'Raw' I trace my tongue where the ear meets his head.

'Passionate' I do the same thing to his other ear.

Until he turned me around quick enough that I wonder... how.

He slams me into his chest, it's almost like I can read his body against mine. It doesn't seem like he's going to do anything other than keep me in place.

I move my waist against him, and he stops me with both his hands on my waist before turning me around.

"This isn't you..."

I realise his breathing is heavy, but I don't understand why he left the room.

What did I do?

I turn around looking at the bed that needs fixing, after fixing it. I sit down wondering what is going on, feeling like there's something that I'm suppose to remember that I apparently don't.

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