𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒-chapter 17

Dustin:
"Dude, I'm not wearing a collared shirt,"

I'll sleep there one night.

One night that I'll be lying in bed I've not slept in a
fucking 3 years.

Fucking 3 years after Hazel was there.

I didn't forget anything.

I left her, but I had a good enough reason.

Every girl I fuck, no one is like her.

Pure, innocent, little girl.

Every time I try to imagine her, it never went away.

Not even with Amanda.

I grab a bag, get out of the room and start the motorcycle. when I get to the parking lot, a long trip is waiting for me now.

"No fucking way," I park near my childhood home, noticing the color of the house that has changed.

A white Hyundai is parked in front of the house, not identifying who's it is.

Probably my mom invited Eric's family, one hundred percent.

Hazel:
There is a knock on the front door and I approach to open it.

"Who did you invite?" I ask, opening the door, looking with my mouth wide open at the last person I expected to stand at the door.

"Surprise!" Avery shouts and smiles, looking at her son.

"Ah- I'm going to set the table," I stutter and head towards the kitchen, FUCK, Dylan.

I put on the table the soup, Dylan's roast and plates, make it for four, but remember there is a new guest.

Then I add a plate.

God he is such a handsome.

His hands, god he matured.

I stand at the table and feel an arm wrapped around my waist, Dylan.

"Are you okay?" He asks, kissing my lips, right in front of everyone.

"More than okay," I mumble, freeing his grip and going upstairs to the bathroom.

Dustin:
I see her, more beautiful than ever, know I just want to peel this dress off of her.

She grew up, she's still a kid, but a grown kid.

I look at the guy kissing her lips, my stomach fills with pain.

Son of a bitch.

He touches what belongs to me.

"Dylan," he stands behind me, waiting for me to shake his hand.

"Dust ," I mumble.

"Dustin for you," I correct and shake his hand with a fake smile, and go up the stairs.

I'm in her room, everything stayed the same. The

wallpapers, the colors, the atmosphere.

This is Hazel.

I move my head to the side and catch her gaze, approaching her.

"Dylan," I say, she notices me.

"Kind of a son of a bitch's name," I mumble as I approach her.

She rolls her eyes and ignores me.

"Did you come to impress my mother with your
new boyfriend?" I tease, cling to her, she can barely breathe.

"Deal with your own business," she says aggressively as she begins to gasp heavily.

"I'm busy with my own business," I whisper, moving her hair behind her ear, as I used to do three years ago.

"You're not here for 3 years, and now you remember your only family?" I whisper in her ear, her legs shaking.

"I've been here for 3 whole years, you're such an idiot ," she replies, licking her lips.

I pin her to the wall, standing between her legs, holding her ass, picking up her dress, slowly discovering her panties.

"Look how wet you're, Hazel," I say her name, he hasn't come out from my mouth for three years, I
tease, she doesn't Oppose me.

She sighs, as I put my hand in her panties, looking for her slit.

"Does he touch you like i do?" I put my finger in her and start massaging her clit.

Her lips part and she moans as my finger continues to stroke her.

I silence her with my lips, Sues her for my signatures.

I insert another finger and her eyes narrow, relishing every moment, and she moans again to my mouth, howling.

"Just like in the first time," I point out, remembering the first time I really touched her.

"You're so soft, Hazel," I mumble as she gets up and down on my fingers.

She sighs again, "I can't..." She mumbles.

"I know," I mumble, feeling her pussy tighten around my fingers, she's almost there.

She holds my shoulders with her hands, holding me tight as she cums on my fingers.

"Like I thought," I say, kissing her again, taking my fingers out of her.

"Don't bother going down stairs, you look like someone who was just fingered, They can see it,"

She's silent, licking her lips and continuing to breathe heavily.

I grab a shirt from the bed, probably the same one she left there before she left.

I approach her, again standing between her legs, feeling the wetness through her panties.

She immediately snatches the shirt, leaves the room, straight to the bathroom.

I smile when she leaves the room, the evening just started.