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-Luka's POV-
Brookie-What are you doing? I sigh as I read my incoming text from my ex-boyfriend, who also happens to be my best friend. Brook and I dated for 6 years, then one day we both decided it was best to call it quits, because things were going too fast.
We got engaged our third year together, and right before the wedding he left. He ran away, scared of this. I understood, so I gave him time.
He came back to talk. We then established that we will be friends. However, I was and still am pretty hurt over it, because I want to be with him. I'm scared to see him with another.
We say goodbye, see you around We turn our backs then turn back around We break up, we make up and we make love We can't seem to let go girl So I'm comin' over Runnin' every red light To Hell with the closure Save it for another time Try not to think about you But it ain't workin' Why put out a fire when it's still burnin' Just when I think movin' on is gettin' closer I'm comin' over
(Authors Note: The pic up top is their texting conversation)
Once I put my phone away, Brooklyn walks through my door, instantly pushing me against the wall, kissing me with full passion.
"B-Brook. W-we can't." I stutter out.
"Why?" He asks concerned.
"I don't know what we are doing, but I don't want this. I want more than just this. Brook I can't keep chasing you, if I don't know how you feel." I tell him.
"What if I said that I'm done too. I'm not moving on to anyone else. Just you, always will be. We have ruined each other for others. You're mine and I'm yours. Always." He says reconnecting our lips.
I kiss him back this time, melting into his arms as he picks me up. My legs wrapping around his waist, his lips never leaving mine for a second. I run my fingers through his hair as we make out against the wall.
He pulls me away from the wall, and lies me on the bed. He then crawls on top of me, kissing every exposed part, sucking and nipping at the skin.
Brook always loved taking his time with me. He would suck at my neck, and play with me through my clothed area for hours, before actually removing my clothes. When he takes my shirt off, he does the same thing.
I would be bitten by Brooklyn's little love bites, for hours before actually getting anything. It was very much torturous for me, but right now I am in love with it. I love that he is trying to take in my new body now. The more fit and slim version.
His eyes wander over my chest, as he takes in my breasts, and stomach. The way I breathe and look at him, the desire and need for him.
"You're still so beautiful to me. You're still as perfect as you always have been." He says licking my neck.
A small moan escapes my lips, as he leaves marks on my stomach and chest as well. After all the teasing, that has my panties covered, he slips off my pants, and my panties. His tongue comes in contact with my heat, causing me to gasp, my hips coming off of the bed.
He pushes them back down, roughly licking me. Brook's dominant side is starting to take over. I run my fingers through his hair, as his tongue moves at a decent pace, making me moan loudly.
I feel myself getting closer, as Brook just keeps going. "Brook," He looks at me, a stern fire burning. "D-Daddy." I fix myself.
His eyes softens, "Tell me what you want babygirl."
"M-make me cum please." I ask. He nods returning his tongue to my clit.
He brings me closer to my orgasm, going at a faster pace, until he feels me release. He licks up the mess, then drags his tongue all the way up to my neck and mouth making me taste myself.
"How do you taste kitten?"
"Good daddy." I reply.
"I thought so too. I kinda want to taste you again." He says. "What do you think baby?"
"If you would like too daddy. You already know that I love it so."
"MMM maybe after I fuck you good. You seem stressed like you need it." He replies removing his pants and boxers. He lines himself up at my entrance, slowly pushing himself inside me, thrusting already. Not giving me time to adjust to his size.
I moan his name as he just thrusts harder and harder into me, hitting my spot. The room is filled with our moans and groans, our crazy profanity, and the headboard hitting the wall. For hours this continues, until we both grow tired enough to stop.
I can never really get enough of Brooklyn when we start this, so we usually go for hours when we have sex.
"I still love you, and we might be like fire and ice, but I don't want to move on, and plus, even if we did move on, it wouldn't be permanent. You know this. You and I both know how this ends. I'm your boyfriend, and you're my girlfriend. We will always come running back to one another." He says kissing me passionately.
"I love you Brook, and I just want things to be better for us."
"Then let's try again. Maybe I can actually marry you this time, I'll really have you all to myself then." He says.
"We should. I mean its only been six months since you ran from the altar." I reply.
"That's true. So what do you say? We go get married within the next few months, for real this time, Nobody running away because they're scared."
