The One That Got Away (GIRLXGIRL)

Chapter Six

Belle's POV

I stared at the sleeping beauty who was cuddled up with me. Her head was resting on my bare chest, her hair a bit of a mess from the sex we had had last night. She looked so peaceful and I envied her. Ever since I kissed Jaycey my mind hadn't been at ease, I couldn't forget about it and when I was having sex with Samantha the only person on my mind was Jaycey.

I deeply sighed, taking her beauty in. What would she do if she found out what I did with Jaycey, how would she feel since I promised I would never hurt her. Did I promise her? I didn't even remember.

"Hey sexy," a voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I hadn't realised she'd woken up. She shifted, untangling herself from my body and I suddenly felt cold so I grabbed her before she could get off the bed and pulled her closer to me.

"No Belle, I can't, I have to go to my parent's house remember."

"I don't care," I gave her a soft peck.

"You know how my dad is babe, I don't want him to hate you more because you made me late."

"I don't give a fuck if he hates me, I'm not fond of him either," I gave her butterfly kisses on her jawline, moving down to her neck and sucking on her sweetspot.

"Belle please stop," she moaned, not even pulling away from the bliss I was giving her.

"Morning sex?"

"Ahhmmm no, I have to go Belle," her moans started to heat up my core. I turned us upside down so I was ontop of her. I let my mouth roam her magnificent body, moving to her lower stomach whilst my hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them lightly.

"You're beautiful Samantha, how can I not touch you?" I brushed my lips on her wet core and she moaned even louder.

"We can't Belle, just stop I ---"

"Fine," I stopped, quickly getting off of her and looking at her with an irritated expression. I watched as she had her eyes closed and I saw that she was slightly annoyed by the fact that I actually stopped. I took one last look at her and left to go to the bathroom.

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"Isabelle don't act like a baby, I don't have time for this!" she half-yelled, banging on the bathroom door. I continued to slowly brush my teeth, not even making an attempt to go and open the door for her.

"Isabelle fuckin' Anderson!" she continued, her voice echoing inside the whole house, "Fuck you!"

"I'm sure you failed to do that fifteen minutes ago Samantha."

"Gosh, you're such an idiot!"

"Yeah whatever," I said, opening the door and coming out, slightly pushing her out of my way, "Bathroom's free now party pooper."

"I can't believe you're angry because I didn't have sex with you."

I snorted in response.

"We had sex almost the whole of last night, I'm not some sex machine you know. If you want one then go find yourself a slut," she snapped, slamming the bathroom door shut.

I rolled my eyes, jumping ontop of the bed. What was wrong with Samantha, it's just morning sex. She was acting like she didn't love it when I ate her out or when I fucked her. Or maybe I was the one being too much. I let out a frustrated groan, covering my eyes with one of the pillows. I don't know if this will sound crazy but I was really sexually frustrated, yes we'd had sex the previous night, amazing sex but I just wanted more. Sex had no limit, or was I wrong.