Page 18 of Pitiful Lies

But why do that when I can hold Little Doll in my arms instead?

I’m pondering that very thing when I make the executive decision to pull over at a Marriot dotting the highway just after midnight. Koukla is snoring softly, and I grin at how fucking cute she is.

I use my phone to book us a room, a single, and I grab her suitcase and my duffle from the car, holding both in one hand as I lift her into my arms.

Seems like a lot, but I’m a big guy. She’s tiny compared to me and holding her is easy.

Plus, I fucking like how she feels in my arms.

Her body is made for mine, and it’s all I can do to keep my dick in my pants. But the next time I fuck Giselle it’s going to be because she makes the first move.

I know I did something to send her running, and I’m not sure what exactly. My little Koukla has this wrong idea in her head that I cheated on her with another woman.

I’m not saying I never had more than one woman at a time. Because that’s not true.

But I never cheated.

I was never involved with anyone like that. Never had a woman I called mine before.

How could I cheat on someone if I was still single? The answer is simple. I couldn’t. And I didn’t.

But with Giselle, things are different.

I don’t feel single. I feel like hers. But the stubborn ass woman won’t take the hint. I need to convince her of the truth.

I’m hers and she is mine.

My cock is rock fucking hard by the time I walk us to our room and use my phone to unlock the door.

I drop the bags and move to the bed, laying her down on top of the blankets.

She hums and turns towards me, and I can’t help myself, I drop a kiss on her soft lips.

“Mmm, Angel?” she murmurs, and I grin.

“Yeah, Koukla. It’s me,” I whisper, brushing her wild curls from her face and cupping her cheeks.

“We home?”

The question hits me right in the chest.

Are we home?

I wish I could say yes, and that’s a first. I’ve never taken a woman home with me. But I want to now. With Giselle.

Only Giselle.

I kiss her again softly and manage to answer her.

My whispered not yet falls on deaf ears and I gently pull the blanket out from under her and cover her with it.

I hurriedly check the room, securing the locks and making sure all is well before crawling in next to her.

My dick is aching, but she deserves more than to have me wake her up for sex. Mind blowing sex, for sure. But Giselle needs to understand what she is to me.

Hell, I need to understand what she is to me.

But in order for any of us to do that, I have to act better than I’ve been. So I content myself with wrapping my arms around her hot little body and snuggling her close.

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