love on the brain

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"Fuck" Alison hisses as she finally comes after making me do so for three times. I shake uncontrollably while she was still inside of me while breathing heavily into the desk trying to catch my breath.

She grabs me, pulling my weak body up from the desk, she holds me still as she pulls out of me causing me to let out a soft moan.

"You okay?" Her voice was like velvet.
I nod weakly, I mean how exactly was I supposed to answer that when she literally broke my back. When I said fuck the shit out of me, I really didn't know what I was asking for because that's exactly what she did.

I think she let out her anger or something. I completely forgot how good sex was. I try to maintain my before using all the strength I had left to pull up my clothing.

I turn facing her with my hair all over the place, still trying to catch my breathe. She smiles approaching me, "told you office sex was the best sex" she smirks before reaching up and fixing my hair.

I look at her as she focuses on my hair causing me to admire her. You couldn't tell but inner me was doing cartwheels, twerking and dancing at how happy I was.

At this moment. I was the happiest I've ever been in a long time. "What is it?" Alison asks me realizing I had been looking at her.

I smile softly, shaking my head.

"Tell me..." she says placing her hands on my waist, pulling mine against hers. "I just... I'm happy, that's all" I tell her not wanting her to think it was something to worry about.

She flashes a smile before leaning down and kissing me, she parts about to say something when we both felt vibration in her pocket.

She parts before pulling out her phone and looking at the screen. Her eyes look at me before answering and placing the phone to her ear.

I watch her carefully, "this better be important" she states.

"Who is it?" I mouth being nosy.
She rolls her eyes, and mouth back, "brother."

I nod before turning away to distract myself I start looking at the books that were on the shelve. My attention was drawn to the amount of degrees that were on the wall near the large book shelve.

"what do you want, Jason?" Alison's voice asks.

Alison Dilaurentis was this mysterious woman, who was like a long book. Easy to look at, hard to finish. You could read her only for a little bit before coming to the realization that once you read even a sentence, you're going to want to finish the book.

"This weekend? I don't know yet. Why?" Her voice says from across the room. I turn my attention to a picture, the only picture that hung on the wall of her many degrees.

The picture looked like a kid drew it, causing me to assume she most likely did and kept it since see was a child.

"Dinner? For what!" She raises her voice. This was unreal to me, Alison loving me. Just thinking about it gave me chills. Her confession....

"I love you"

I will never forget this moment, ever. I smile  thinking about it right now, probably looking stupid as how widely I was smiling.

"They want to have dinner with e-emily?" I hear Alison's voice say causing me to turn and look at her.

What?

Her eyes locked on mine, "I guess. I'll see you later" she says before hanging up the phone. I look at her waiting for her to explain, "who wants to have dinner with me?" I ask her.