He Bought Me

28.

Franky

Heavy! Something very heavy is on me. It's Boris, of course. "Hey, babe" I whisper, playing with his hair. "Wake up"

His head slowly rises from my chest. "What?" he mumbles, his voice extra weary this morning. His hair is messy, his cheeks are red, his lips never been so kissable, and even though, he's lying on me, I want to jump on him.

"I have to get up," I say louder.

He drops his head on my chest again, "No, you don't. Stay in bed with me"

"I can't stay cooped in here all day"

"Let me sleep" he groans. I push him off me as I struggle from underneath him. I brushed my teeth, used the bathroom, and took a quick shower. I kiss my sleeping beast before heading downstairs.

I wanted to go outside but I forgot my jacket and I know damn well, I can't find the room without some help. I decided to read in my living room.

Last night with my...mother, wasn't as bad as I thought, but it did hurt seeing how well she's doing. I would've gone bat-shit crazy if Boris wasn't there. I almost ripped out her throat when she said Boris was my sugar Daddy. I'm sitting on the couch with my legs up, just wondering. Boris has been less savage, actually, he's been more of a prince.

"Hey, beauty"

I look up to see Boris (still in his boxers) walking over to me. He grabs my legs, lifts them then places them on his lap after he has taken a seat. "You're pale"

I shrug. "Just thinking" I hate when my accent slips.

"Can you explain your accent?" he smirks.

"When I'm upset or too excited, it just...happens" I sit up and drop my arm on his shoulders. "Guess what"

"What?" he chuckles. His hand moves up and down my thigh.

"I said, guess"

"You finally agreed on having sex on your period?"

"Nope. It finished last night"

His eyes darken. "Last night? Why am I just finding out now? The next fucking morning?"

"Do you want to be mad at me or-"

"Or" he smashes his lips on mine. Laugh for a moment but quickly recover and kiss him back. He tastes like minty toothpaste. I tug at his hair, earning a sexy moan from him. I can feel him growing hard against my thigh. WIthout parting the kiss, he begins to push me on my back.

"Mmm" I push him back, "Let's go upstairs"

His pupils are dilated and filled with lust. "Fuck that, let's go right here"

"Boris..."

"No one will walk in, even if they do, so what? Come on, beauty" his hand cups my breast and gently starts to massage. "I've missed you...baby, don't make me wait any longer"

I know, I'm going to regret this. "Let's make this quick"

He kisses me hard and swiftly then sits up. I blush as he pulls my shorts off, our eyes locked. I stop him suddenly remembering, "Condom"

"Fuck, hold on" he jumps off the couch and rushes over to the shelves. He snatches a condom from a box and opens it as he walks back. "Keep your panties on"

I nod. I open my legs, he stands on his knees as he puts on the condom. I gasp as he moves my panties to the side. "Looks, who's already soaking wet" he smirks. I ignore him and scoot down so I'm laying completely on my back. He climbs on top of me moving my panties to the side then slowly enters me.