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Clementine
I feel like I can’t breathe. I can’t think straight. Dorian has done something to me that has me coming unglued with just a heated glance. I’m on fire for him, and I hope the flames never extinguish.
We pull into his driveway, the entire ride a blur, and as the engine shuts off, I’m removing his hard dick from his pants as I crawl onto his lap and impale myself on his erection.
“Fuck!” I wail as he rips through my innocence.
He laughs. “Forgot that, did you?”
Maneuvering himself off the motorcycle with me on his dick, he walks over to the bench on the front porch and sits us down. I feel my walls pulsing around his length as I struggle to adjust to his size.
“You’re so big,” I whine into his neck, biting down on the flesh.
“But I fit so fucking perfectly,” he grunts as I feel him twitch inside me.
Before I can respond, he’s gripping my hips and pummeling me up and down on his cock.
“Oh god, Dorian!” My scream is loud enough to alert the neighbors.
I see him grin through my slitted eyes.
“Now fuck me, sweet girl. Take my cock like you’ve been dying to do since the day we met.”
Encouraged by his lack of care over someone seeing us and my desire to please, I lift up and slam back down. Over and over, I repeat the move, pulsing my walls around his length. And Dorian curses every time. It’s slightly painful but brings my orgasm racing to the surface again. From the way he handles me, I know he’s close as well.
“Dorian, baby, please, oh fuck,” I cry out as pleasure explodes throughout my body.
Dorian finally takes control and thrusts up inside me, my pussy constricting, sucking him farther into my body until I can’t move.
Using his hold on me to rotate my hips in his lap, I clamp down again, and finally, I feel his orgasm scream to the surface, erupting inside me. Our liquids pooling between us, making squishing sounds as he continues to move my body up and down on his dick.
When we’re finally motionless and our breaths are nearly under control again, he pulls me up by the hair. “You’re fucking perfect, sweet girl.”
“I love you, Dorian.” I have from the moment I laid eyes on him.
Standing, he takes me inside and up to a warm bath, allowing me to soak and soothe my previously unused muscles. And I don’t miss the way he doesn’t return my sentiment. It hurts, but I’m more than willing to wait until he’s ready.
I know before he says anything that this is a one-time thing until that year is up. He’s determined to make us both suffer. I won’t give up on him, though. Especially after the way he makes love to me through the night and into the morning.
His mouth may not say the words, but his body does.
Dorian loves me.
CHAPTER FIVE
Clementine
One Month Later.
“It’s okay, Lav. Just breathe. One step at a time.” Sitting inside the women’s clinic, prepared to do something she never thought she’d have to, Lavender is experiencing a mild panic attack.
“I know, I know,” she whispers repeatedly, clenching the pamphlet in her hand.
Four days ago, she took a pregnancy test that turned up positive. A blood test at the doctor’s office the same afternoon confirmed it.
For the last couple of days, she’s talked herself into and out of having an abortion at least twice. I’ve listened to every argument she’s had with herself and leaned towards the side of doing what’s best for her.
I didn’t help make the choice, but I’ve been here to support her every step of the way. After suggesting she sit on her final answer for a day, she woke up this morning and asked me to come with her. Not revealing her plan until we arrived.
