Tricky question..
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He played out this scenario like a thousand times, in his mind..
Since he isn't the talking type this very moment is nerve wrecking to him..
" I tried to call her ..
I want to profess..
Is she ready "
He doesn't want to ruin the mood but:
"why does the look on her face spell concern"
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Now is not the time to be in your thinking bubble, so I smoothly snap him out of it while I repeat the question again: "Why won't you make a wish baby?"
He looks at me, stares at me..
His gaze always has me weak but this time it's penetrating..
Literally..
He slowly enters in..
The tension is high and my legs are shaking..
Every muscle he owns shows and his vains tells me he's about to buckle up..
He grabs me by the chin and asks me to look into his eyes as he goes deeper..
I don't know how much longer I can take while I'm leaving bite marks, on his shoulders and chest..
His phone rings constantly...
Each stroke has a meaning..
While in me, he throws us on the bed..
This looks like the finale..
Not sure if the bed has cake stains or my fluids on it but this is a dirty scene I would like to play a role in..
Now he's stroking me.. " baby you are a blessing"
Stroking again.. "never second guess my intentions"
Stroking me harder.. "I want you to carry my last name"
It's like he's mad at me but this punishment is far from painfull..
I start to cry..
Don't know if it's tears from joy, anxiety, releave or the fact that Im about to have the biggest orgasm ever..
He's not about to let that happen just yet..
He flips me over..
This is the view he enjoys the most..
I'm about tap out..
He's about to join in..
We have a few things in common..
Fear for the unknown..
Sweat from the love we just made..
And shivering bodies..
Suddenly somebody knocks on the door..
I give him a confused look..
I have no more suprises left baby? .. he smirks..
