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I stroked her face. "Would you be mine? Little girl? I promise I'll feed you every day, any time you want," I said.
She grinned. "Yes. That'll be nice."
Leaning down to kiss her, I drove my hips forward and filled her again and again. Sabrina's hands raked down my back, leaving marks on me. I fucked her with abandon. Our bodies slicked with sweat as I pounded her pussy relentlessly, stretching her walls to their limits.
I felt the tension building inside me as a tight knot formed inside my stomach and spread, seeping down my legs and filling my core. My muscles clenched, and my balls tightened.
"Oh God," Sabrina murmured. "I'm coming."
I felt her walls clamping down on me, and I stiffened instantly. A surge of powerful waves rushed out of me just like that. Unable to control myself, I thrust like a robot, shooting out more semen than I had ever done. Not until I calmed down did I remember I was supposed to pull out. Fuck. "I'm sorry," I said.
"What're you talking about?" Sabrina laughed. "I told you. I'm safe. Besides, this is the best sex I've ever had. It's worth any risk."
I chuckled before kissing her. This gem of a girl. How did I get so lucky?
"We should do this again," I said as I pulled out and cleaned us up.
"Definitely."
"You're going to give me your number, okay?"
"Will do," she said. "But let us fuck again, please. I mean, as soon as you recover."
"Yep. Give me just a moment." I cuddled her and kissed her head and then fell into blissful oblivion.
When I woke, my apartment was filled with sunshine. I blinked and recalled what had happened last night. I came home with a beautiful princess and had the best sex in my life. But where was she now? My bed was empty. I sat up. There was not a trace of her. Was she Cinderella or something? Fuck. I was supposed to rest for a while and make love to her again, but I just passed out. Idiot. I got up and searched my small apartment, but she wasn't in the bathroom or the living room. She left no note either. I checked my phone and saw no call or text from her. I didn't have her number. Didn't even know her last name. Shit.
I put on my clothes quickly and ran down to Ruby's. The parking lot was empty. What happened last night might have been a dream. I might have made up the whole thing. But the soreness in my body told me it wasn't so. Back in my apartment, I searched my bed frantically for evidence of her stay. I found a few strands of blonde hair, and then to my delight, a pearl earring. I didn't dream this up. She was real. I kissed the pearl earring before wrapping it in tissue and keeping it in my wallet's safe pocket.I'll find the angel soon.I promised myself.
Chapter 5
Sabrina
I woke to another gorgeous summer morning. It was July, a month after my college graduation and two months before graduate school began. I had moved back to my parents' house in East LA in the meantime and started a temporary job as an administrative assistant at a shipping company in Downtown LA.
Today was Saturday. I would meet with Emily and then the two of us would go shopping at the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica.
But I felt reluctant to get out of bed. Working full-time at an office felt exhausting. The job wasn’t difficult but I had many duties that kept me busy. Besides, my boss kept assigning me tasks that weren’t within my duties and I was more or less an accounting clerk for them. The numerous math tasks stressed me out. The accountants would laugh at me when I had to use my calculator to add. I defended myself by asking why not use the technology when it was readily accessible? They said it was more trouble to press the keys than just doing the math in their heads.
Snobbish people. I resisted the urge to tell them I could recite all Shakespeare’s Sonnets, knowing they would probably just roll their eyes.
I lingered in bed and hugged my body pillow. I recalled my dream last night that involved passionate sex with a stranger. Actually, not a stranger anymore, since he had been revisiting me over and over in my head. Jackson. Oh that sex God! For the past month, I'd been feeding on that one night's details. How he ate me out and made me come in a storm, how he whispered dirty words into my ear and made me wetter and wetter. The way I behaved was appalling—I didn't know I could talk or beg like that.Fuck me please. More, please.Jeez.
I was so ashamed of my slutty self I had to run away from him that morning before he woke up because I was afraid I would beg again if I didn't. Days after that, I often had the impulse to go back to his apartment, but stopped myself.
After I had breakfast with my parents, I picked up Emily from her apartment in Santa Monica.
“So, how was your week?” I asked her as I drove toward the beach. It had been a busy week for both of us, and we didn’t even get to talk to each other on the phone once, although we texted from time to time.
Emily rolled her eyes. “Exciting and exhausting. I’m so tired each night, I fall asleep as soon as I hit the pillow.”
“Good for you!”
Emily had been working as a second-grade teacher at a private school in LA for two weeks. She had to take care of fifteen kids inside and outside the classrooms all day.
“I don’t know,” she said with a pout. “I don’t even want to have kids anymore. They stress me out.”
“Oh, don’t say that!” I laughed. “You like kids. That was why you became a grade teacher.”
