The Marine's Angel~

Chapter 2.

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Damon's POV.

I checked my phone for the millionth time to see if that girl had been online.  Nothing.  I sighed as I rolled over on my bed to lay on my stomach. She was different somehow. She wasn't easy, and when I thought I had her, she slipped out, taunting me.

I checked my phone once more, and saw that my on and off girlfriend had messaged me. "Fuck this." I mumbled to myself as I ran my hand over my face.

She dumped me when she felt like it and begged me to get back with her whenever she pleased. We had only been together for 2 weeks and she drove me nuts.

I sighed as I deleted all of her messages, and proceeded to say good morning to Star.

I clicked her profile and read her info. She still didn't have a picture up, so I imagined how she looked from her description.

Country: U.S.A ; Name: Amy

Age: 18 .

"Cougar.." I said to myself and smirked as I thought back to our convo last night.

Hair: Brown. 

Ha, I was right about her being a brunette.
I sucked in a breath. Now, I planned on seeing if she was as dirty as I wanted her to be. She had turned me on last night, and she didn't even have to do much.

Damn. I felt my pants tighten thinking about it again.  But that's not what drew me towards her. She was a funny and easy going girl, and something about her personality pulled her to me. She was fun to talk to, and it was because of her that I logged on today.

I was going to log off last night, and wasn't planning on going back on that site again. I can't be wasting time when I have to focus on my future. I shook myself out of my thoughts and read the rest of her profile info.

Eyes: Brown; 
Height: 5'1 ;
Body type: Slim; 
Race: Mixed; 
Relationship status: Single.

Damn perfect.

She is a petite woman, but sounds hot. I just wish she'd put up a picture too, so I can really see what she looks like. I scrolled down to see more info about her, like her interests.
She loves reading, writing books, baking, and drawing landscapes.

Hmm.. she was talented. I wonder if she was talented with her mouth.

Fuck. I really need to quit thinking about my dick in her mouth. I adjusted my pants as I felt a bulge coming. The fuck is she doing to me? Even Nicole never got me this this turned on. Hell, she never got me turned on and would always tried too hard. She was a 'too good for anyone' church girl. 

I need to take a shower, a cold one for that matter.

After my shower, I head out to my best friend's house when my buddy, Erin, hit me up to hang with him and his friends to have a couple of drinks. When I checked Whittychat again, I see a bunch of desperate messages from Nicole again.

Nicole: I'm sorry, baby. Let's make up?

Nicole: Damon, come on. I forgive you for calling Kimmy sexy.

I rolled my eyes at that message. Like fucking hell, Nicole. I just called Kimmy sexy to get on Nicole's nerves and she flipped out. It's so pathetic.