guilty pleasure [bieber]

chapter 30

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I press the home button on my phone for the time–it was 10:45pm. Stella was fast asleep and I was fresh out of the shower; sleep not quite begging to take over just yet.

I pull down my champagne colored silk nightgown and just as I smile thinking about how Justin said my skin glistened in this one; the man himself walks up behind me.

"We waited as long as we could" there's no anger, though maybe a hint of sadness and I don't mean it. I don't want to make him feel bad because he didn't do it on purpose.

"I know" he says turning my body around to face him "I had a long day and right now I just want to bury myself inside of you" my breath hitches and without warning he's picked me up and sat me on the bathroom counter

"I need you Naomi" he pleads; the tone of his voice telling me that something is off and even though I'd like to know where all of this was coming from I knew my main focus right now was to make him feel good. He begins to push the hem of my night slip back up my body; stopping just above my waist.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply on his lips letting him know that I wanted this too. Justin slides my panties down my leg until they're on the floor. Next his pants come undone, then his briefs are down and in one swift move he's inside of me.

He finds his rhythm quickly and I know now that this was no love making rhythm, no–we were fucking. Something happened; it had thrown him off and he needed this. He needed me. He needed a release and I was happy to give it to him.

I was happy to be his solace

"Tell me you love me" he breathes

"I love you" He knows I do and I hope he knows that he can tell me about whatever is bothering him.

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ғɪɴɢᴇʀ ɴᴀɪʟs ᴅɪɢɢɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴋɪɴ

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴀɴs.

ᴛʜʀᴜsᴛs

ʟɪᴘ ʙɪᴛᴇs.

ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴀɴs

At the pace and rhythm Justin was going I knew neither of us were going to last long. Thrust after thrust it was all building. I was soaring so high; with that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach ready to bring me back to earth.

"Fuck.." he groans

"I love you so damn much baby" He says as we come together right on the bathroom counter. I rest my head in the crook of his neck for a moment as he caresses my hair coming down from our high

"Rough day?" I ask playfully

"You have no idea"

Again I'm hesitant to ask him to elaborate, but we'd built our new found relationship on 100% honesty

"I would if you told me" I raise my head and speak softly. He backs up and pulls both his pants and briefs up; my panties still on the floor and our eyes never losing contact

"No more secrets, right?" I add

"This may have to stay a secret I don't want to ruin your night" he states as if he's protecting me

We sit for another moment, but it doesn't take me long to figure out why he's so upset and why he feels it should all stay a secret. I know he's talking about his mother. It was always her. She was the only one that could turn his mood all the way around and he always seemed to think he was protecting me, but I don't see it that way