Page 13 of Crimson Tears

She was, is, magnetic. Something about her pulls me forward, whether I want to move or not.

Just as I’m about to walk into the large pantry, the subdued sound of the television greets me, as well as whispered moans and soft sighs.

Remember my cock from earlier? Yeah, that monster jumps in my pants as I silently walk towards the living room.

My eyes catch on red hair and widespread milky white thighs. The couch is facing sideways, but Nessa lies facing me as Boris eats her out like it’s his damn job.

I’m too stunned to move or speak, so I linger in the shadows instead, watching as Nessa writhes on the couch. Her cheeks are pink, sweat beginning to bead on her brow, and her beautiful lips are parted.

The television screen lights up with the scene in the movie changing. The moment she senses another presence in the room, I feel it. She gasps as her eyes connect with mine. Boris thinks it’s for a different reason though, and I smirk at her in challenge as he ups his pace.

She levels me with a glare, but all I see is a sexy as fuck woman so close to coming she could cry.

And trust me, it’s a marvelous sight.

Leaning on the wall, I cross my arms over my chest, making it clear that I’m not about to leave of my own accord. If she wants me gone, she’s going to have to say something.

But she doesn’t, instead the stubbornness wins, and she tangles her fingers through his dark salt and pepper hair, pulling him closer and circling her hips.

Her back arches when his large palms spread her wider, going deeper. That beautiful moan I heard before is so much louder now, making me ache as I stand here.

Part of me wants to reach into my shorts and stroke my cock. The other part is too transfixed on every single noise and expression she makes. I can see each time he hits a spot she loves, and the slight furrow of her brow as she encourages him back when he veers off track. He takes on her cues instantly, as if he’s spent his life learning every inch of her body like I have.

It’s no wonder that she explodes like a weapon of mass destruction, crying out in a way that forces me to bite my lip until it nearly bleeds.

I’ve watched her change, grow, and be molded into the female replica of her father. I watched her cry, mourn, and even suffer. But not once did I ever see her come.

I know what you’re thinking, and yes we lost our virginity to each other. But hey, I was new at it and had no idea what I was doing, so don’t judge.

Without thought, my hand goes to my cock, squeezing with all the strength I have to keep myself from coming in my pants right here and now. I want to run back to my room and take care of this problem properly, but when Boris doesn’t stop and Nessa begins to whimper with oversensitivity, panting for more, I thinkfeck it.

If I have to come in my pants to be able to watch every second of this I possibly can, then I’m just going to have to do laundry tomorrow.

Boris’ hands spread Nessa wider, almost in punishment as he refuses to relent, sucking and tugging on her clit. Tears fill her eyes as they dart between him and me. Then, she’s lost to both of us. A slave to the sensations alone.

Her eyes close as her head tilts back, and when Boris presses two fingers into her dripping cunt, she cries out again. Herhands hold him close as she rides every wave of her pleasure, sinking into it until she’s a puddle for him.

The second her grip relaxes, he presses kisses from her thighs all the way down to her ankles, then slides up her body before kissing her passionately. I finally feel like an intruder when he removes his shirt and Nessa paws frantically at his pants.

I turn away before I get a flash of old man ass and walk back to my room, no longer hungry. Another pit opens in my stomach instead. One I know all too well.

I toss my clothes aside and clean up the precum leaking from me before climbing into the ridiculously comfortable bedding. Maybe if I can sleep long enough, the feeling of being alone won’t be such a crushing weight on my chest.

I found my girl alive, and that should make me happy. She may be with someone else right now, but there’s a fire burning inside of me, and I’m determined to never let her go again. No matter what I have to do.

Chapter 5

Warmth greets me, my body relaxed and fully sated as Boris wraps his arms around me from behind. I nuzzle my head back as he presses his nose into my neck. Peppering kisses along my shoulder, we wake up together.

It’s strange to think that I never thought I wanted this. I assumed I was destined to live the life my father laid out for me, and that did not include morning cuddles or sweet kisses. Sometimes, I still can’t believe this is my reality, even if it’s unconventional.

That’s the thing though, everyone around me is unconventional and unimaginably happy, so I refuse to let society dictate what my life should be like.

I spent way too long listening to someone else instead of following my heart, and my heart saysthisis home.

As I think back to us building this house together, I almost laugh. We had the best time picking out colors for the walls, pretty and rare items to showcase around each room, and creating a kitchen any five star chef would be proud of. However, my favorite thing was and always has been our bedroom.

We have an extra large bed that could easily fit five people, but instead it’s filled with fluffy pillows and blankets. And in this cozy little area we seem to have created, never once have we slept more than a foot from each other. Not even when I got food poisoning a few weeks back.

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