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I failed at ‘keeping myself busy.’ I didn’t even last a full day. We’re currently laying on the couch together. She’s reading and I’m watching sports highlights while she lays in my lap. I don’t know what I was thinking. This isSelah, not just anyone. It’s possible I’m going to get hurt when this inevitably ends. Plus, if she finds out about my birthday bullshit, she’ll think I’m still in love with my ex and will surely be gone. There will be no explaining myself with that. Sure, my friends understand my reasons, but they knew me before I got married.

This is why I’ve found it easier to just not get involved in anything potentially serious and then I never have to wait for the other shoe to drop. When I keep my focus solely on work, I don’t have to worry about anything but running a business. I’m not a guy worth staying for and I’m sure she knows this already. We have all these rules in place for a reason. We’re just enjoying the ride until we get off on the last stop. If that happens on Monday, at least I’ve been through it once before.

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daydreaming

Greyson

Manhattan, NY | March 11, 2024

I wakeup facing the sun, and I hear light snoring behind me. I laugh silently at the sound and the realization.

She stayed.

I did keep her up very late, so of course, she fell asleep and didn’t sneak out.

I had a large appetite that only she could satisfy. I’m quickly learning that when it comes to Selah, I’m always starved and desperate for more.

I glance over my shoulder, and as always, I’m astounded by her. I rake over her luscious frame and the way my shirt clings to it. Her long curls are spread across the pillows, and I stare in awe. I know she will be upset when she realizes she didn’t cover up her hair last night.

Note to self: Order silk pillowcases and a bonnet for her to keep here.

I roll over carefully and wrap her in my arms. I don’t wish to disturb her…I just need to be closer. She stirs and settles into me; her hair is now in my face, and I don’t mind one bit. I inhale deeply and am welcomed by the scent of cherries. My dick stirs inmy boxers at her proximity. I don’t wake her and get comfortable, eventually falling back asleep.

I’m later awakened by her back arching into me. I reach under her shirt and pinch her nipples, and she squeaks in response, pressing her bare ass against me.

“On your back, now,” I order.

She giggles and rolls onto her back while I grab a condom from my bedside drawer. I’m on top of her instantly, gripping her thick thighs and scattering kisses along her stomach and inner thighs. Soft whimpers escape her throat the closer I get to her dripping center.

“What’s that, baby? You don’t like being teased?” I taunt as my mouth hovers over her glistening pussy. Her doe eyes are pinned on me as I blow on her pussy. The sheets are in her grip when she begs for me to taste her.

“Please, Grey. I need?—”

“What do you need?”

“I-I need to come.”

“That's my girl.”

My girl.

I smile against her before swiping my flat tongue along her dripping pussy. She focuses on me while I dine on her, swirling and flicking my tongue at her sensitive bud. I am a flower in need, leaning toward her light and quenching my thirst with her juices. Feasting my eyes on her beauty, I am a grateful witness to how her body responds to me.

Her hands are in my hair, craving more as I sink my fingers into her, curling until I reach the spot that makes her scream. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck in tandem with my fingers pumping into her tight pussy. She grinds against my face as her orgasm builds, crying out my name as she comes for me.

I remove my fingers and crawl up the bed. She opens her mouth for me like the good girl she is and sucks my fingers clean, moaning around them. When I retrieve my hand, she eyes me closely.

“I love seeing my cum on your face.”

The groan that escapes me is animalistic. “I need to fuck you. Now.”

“Then fuck me,” she challenges.

I chuckle. “Bend over, brat. And keep the shirt on. It looks better on you.”

Usually, I prefer her naked but seeing her in my shirt makes me feel like she is mine. I could get used to it.

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