Page 2 of Night Tales

Mia notices my hard cock and reaches for it. With a firm grasp she pumps it a few times, making me shiver.

"You want my cock, Mia?"

"Yes, please, Jean Luc."

I reach down between her legs and find her dripping wet for me. I swipe the slick juices with my fingers and bring them to my mouth.

"So sweet, like honey."

She licks her lips hungrily in response to my actions, and all I can do is kiss her so she can taste herself on my lips. She moans with pleasure and before she knows it, I've got her pinned down beneath me, my cock ready at her entrance. I focus so that she's seeing my face instead of lover boy's and say the words I can only say to her.

"I love you, Mia."

Then I thrust inside her. This is my home. Here with Mia.

"Look at me darling."

I want her eyes on me. I need her to know who's making love to her. Every thrust is a promise of the pleasure that will overwhelm her, but it's also a promise that I will be with her, even in the afterlife. I intertwine our fingers, our hands above her head, and gently make her mine once again. After a bit, Mia starts getting desperate for me to move faster, but I deny her.

"I want to savor this, my love. And I don't want it to end."

She understands my unspoken words, once we explode in pleasure I'll probably disappear. So I torment her endlessly for the next hour, bringing her to the cusp as many times as possible and then changing positions. I'm so hungry for her. I don't think I've ever been this needy or demanding in bed. From beneath me, Mia smiles at me.

"Make me come, Jean Luc, the way only you can."

I kiss her and then with my thumb I start drawing circles around her bundle of nerves. The whimpers start again. It's a sound I cherish because I know I'm giving my woman pleasure. I increase the movement against her clit and her hips start chasing my thrusts. I know the moment she's gone over the edge because she grabs my ass and pulls me tight to her as if to never let me go.

Her sex squeezes my cock tightly in strong pulses, and I am lost to the feeling. I feel my balls tighten and then I'm cominginside the only woman I've ever loved. I collapse in her arms, being careful not to crush her, and nestle my face against her neck.

"Mia, I'll love you forever." I whisper in her ear.

"Yes, that's why we had to do it. I'm sorry Jean Luc."

Her words chill me to the bone, I get up from the bed, not knowing how to deal with this information. I look around and the mirror on the wall catches my eye. I walk towards it. Mia is on the bed giving explanations that I don't care about, and when I look in the mirror I finally see him clearly.Him, my best friend, and my murderer.

Room 1313

Ihate wearing dresses. They make me feel vulnerable and I don’t like feeling that way. But tonight I’m wearing this sequined monstrosity, okay fine, it’s not that bad. I had to choose between red and green and, of course, its Christmas so I chose the red one. I will admit it is flattering and I’ve been getting a lot of heated looks tonight, but in the end it’s uncomfortable. I prefer my jeans. I could have worn some fancy jeans, but my BFF Katie decided that wouldn’t do for the office party.

The venue is rather interesting and they say it’s haunted, maybe they should have done a costume party instead. I could have come as Mrs. Claus and touch Santa inappropriately.

But there’s no one worth touching at this office party. I should have stayed home. The only thing making this trip worth it is the open bar. Actually, the bartender is giving me the stink eye from his station. What does he care how much I drink? I didn’t drivehere and don’t intend to drive home. There are rideshares for that.

One of my co-workers, Elise, comes up to me.

“How much have you had to drink, Sam?”

“I got a good buzz going, why?”

“You look like you’re going to pass out at any minute.”

“You’re exaggerating.” I proclaim as I reach for my glass and it falls on its side, all the juicy alcohol dripping on the table. Ok, maybe my hand, eye coordination has been affected.

Elise is not really my friend, but also not my enemy. She’s very neutral in all her relationships at work, which is why the boss loves her.

“Okay, you’ve had enough, Sam. Wait here while I get you something.”

Whatever it is, I’m hoping it’s not coffee because I actually like my buzz. It’s making being here more palatable. Here’s hoping Elise forgets about me and goes to hound someone else. But no, here she comes, her features full of intent. I’m not getting out of whatever she has in store for me.

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