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“Are you sure?”
“Show me the goods, Biggs,” she instructed, as she quickly rid herself of every scrap of fabric on her body.
I was so fucking lost in the moment, so completely hooked on the vision that was her naked body, that I did everything she asked.
“Perfect,” she approved, gaze raking over my naked form. “You were made for me.”
When she pushed me down on my bed and straddled my lap a few moments later, the pressure was almost too much to take. “Lie down,” she commanded, taking the lead by pushing me onto my back. “Mm, yeah, just like that.”
Her lips came crashing down on my mouth at the same time her hand fisted my shaft.
“Fuck,” I groaned, gripping the sheets beneath us. “Liz…”
“You’re always saving me, Hugh,” she purred, working me over with reckless abandon, as she peppered my face with kisses. “Let me take care of you for once.”
I wanted to.
I really fucking did.
But then I thought of how her eyes looked tonight, all shiny and wild, and the guilt rapidly rose up. “Liz, wait.”
We couldn’t do this.
Not while she was in the throes of an episode.
“Mm,” she breathed, moving her body into position, tracing the head of my dick against herself. “I can’t wait to feel this deep inside me.”
Slamming the brakes on this was something I wasn’t sure another fella my age could do, but I did it. “Wait!” Clamping my hands on her hips, I carefully lifted her off me before bolting to my feet.
“What’s wrong?” she demanded, all sexy eyed and breathless. “You’re so hard. You were enjoying it.”
“I was—I am,” I hurried to say, while I pulled my jocks back on. “But we can’t do this tonight.”
Liz remained silent for a grand total of ten seconds before exploding. “What the fuck, Hugh?” she demanded, climbing to her feet. “You promised we could have sex tonight!”
“Keep it down,” I whisper-hissed, pointing to the wall that separated my room from my sister’s. “Claire’s in bed.”
“I don’t give a fuck!” My girlfriend continued to seethe, looking almost feral now. “You said you would fuck me, so fuck me, dammit!”
“I can’t,” I strangled out, willing her to just hear me out. “Not when you’re like this.”
“Like what?”
“Manic, baby!” I pulled on my jeans and went to her. “Not while you’re manic.”
Liz glared up at me like she couldn’t comprehend a word of it. “I’m not waiting another night.”
“You’re going to have to,” I replied calmly, while I dressed her in my hoodie.
“I’m having sex tonight, Hugh,” she said, smacking my hand away. “It’s happening.”
“Not with me, it isn’t.”
“Fine,” she screamed, stalking toward the door. “If you won’t fuck me, I’ll find someone who will.”
GIVE ME WHAT I WANT OR ELSE!
Lizzie
