Half a Man at Best (Sequel to VALERIE)

Chapter Eleven

This part contains graphic scenes. If you’re not comfortable reading this kind of material, skip this chapter (I don’t know what I am doing with my life. OMG I’m going to die!)

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2014

Trudging inside the house with a duffle bag in hand, I walked straight ahead to the lounge with an exhausted sigh. “I’m home!” I yelled with not much of energy put into it. I know Valerie was just at the bedroom or at the kitchen, doing her assignments at the kitchen island where it was more convenient for her.

I plopped down at the couch after dropping my bag at my side. I leaned my head back as I sprawled my body on the seat limply. I am so fucking exhausted and not to mention the throbbing feeling in my head after being scolded by the management after going against their decision of not pushing the M&G at few of the cities we’re going to visit soon through. They claimed that it would make the tour dates conflicted that was in the first place, already set for us.

Their argument was actually too shallow but I took my stand to allow us to meet as many fans as possible. It’s hard to be deprived of actually making our dreams a reality and I felt like it’s somehow my responsibility to give it to them by meeting the boys because we owe a lot to them. And now the management was just being so selfish.

Sighing, I closed my eyes and rubbed at my face with all the strength left that my hands could muster. I am so exasperated, to say the least.

A small smile tugged at my lips as I heard footsteps approaching from behind the couch and I lazily open my eyes to see Valerie padding towards me. She was wearing her usual oversized white shirt. It was thin that I can make out the pattern of her black laced bra and her underwear was peeking out beneath the hem of the fabric. Her dark hair was messily tied in a bun with few strands swaying across her forehead. She was indeed so beautiful and sexy without her even trying to.

I tipped my head back up when I felt her hands fumble upon the buckle of my black leather belt. She was now kneeling in front of me, between my parted legs. She was so breath-taking as I watch her bit down on her bottom lip, concentrating on my belt.

“Bad day?” She breathed the words. Even just the sound of her voice gave me chills and that tingling feeling beneath the back of my head. Once she was successful at unbuckling my belt, her fingers moved torturously slow to the zipper. Just her light touch gave me the orgasm. Fuck. She’s so hot.

“Yeah,” I staggered on giving her a nod when I shivered at her touch. My struggle to breathe gave her the sweet satisfaction and she giggled lowly.

“Good thing,” She said as she now pulled down the zip of my pants. “You have a girlfriend to look forward to when you get home.”

I let out a muffled ‘oomf” and bit my lip desperately as the zip was finally at its very end.

She then played with the waistband of my boxers with her forefinger, teasing me. A low chuckle escaped her lips as my breathing became hitched with her action. My chest raised and fell erratically, she hadn’t even started yet. I chuckle as I battled whether I’d lean my head back to the couch or just watch her. Either way, it would have been still a pleasurable torture.

“So ready for me.” She giggled as she freed my length from the boxers that was already hardening for her.

“Fuck!” I swore when she kissed its tip. I tried to concentrate on other things – like watching the lights up the ceiling, the TV that was plastered on the wall right in front of me, the bag on my side – but it was rather impossible when she already took me in her mouth. “Fuck Valerie.” I cursed again, my mouth flung open when I felt a pleasurable vibration when she giggled.