"I'm done" I threw my hands up in defeat as I headed had towards the table,taking a seat Patrick fucking Hockstetter was going to be having dinner with my mom and I. "What's wrong sweetie?" It took everything in me not to scream " YOU INVITED A SOCIOPATH IN THE HOUSE FOR DINNER" I held my tongue back,slowly saying " nothing". My mother placed another plate of spaghetti in front of the seat next to me, Patrick gave her a generous smile and a nod before he took the seat next to me without a second thought. I picked up my fork once again digging into my almost cold spaghetti, I chew while staring off into space tuning in and out of what they're conversation was. As he continues the conversation with my mother I feel the recognizable warmth from Patrick's hand, I can feel him pull my panties to the side and insert a finger into me roughly causing me to jump,alarming my mother "everything okay?" I plaster a fake smile on my face and nod. I squirm in my seat a little as he pushes his finger in and out slowly,getting a little rougher with each stroke. "The spaghetti was wonderful mom but I'm gonna head to my room now" Patrick slowly pulled his finger out making me squirm even more, I fixed my panties back to place then stood up and dumped my plate into the sink. "The spaghetti was wonderful Anna" a small giggle came from my mother " thank you Patrick, it's quite late so if you want you could stay the night" I rolled my eyes before scurrying upstairs to my room,quickly closing the door thinking about what has happened downstairs,color filled my cheeks as I sighed and sat on the edge of my bed. I layed back onto my bed staring up at the ceiling thinking about nothing and everything at the same time another sigh escaped me before my door burst open, I sat up and saw Patrick standing in the door way my face filled with even more color seeing him and thinking about what had happened again. "Patrick get the fu-" I was cut off by a pair of lips connecting to mine, his lips were soft but filled with enough passion that you could call them rough. I pulled back from the kiss and just looked at him,appreciating every line,spot or crevice of his face. I pulled back into the kiss, it continued to become more intense our tongues were fighting for dominance but of course he won. He crawled on top of me as I layed back down on the bed, he detached our lips but continued to leave a trail of kisses starting from my neck. (It's getting hot n spicy ;) and yes I left it on a cliff hanger sorry not sorry enjoy)
