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She brought her own pillow and cuddled next to Robert like it was no big deal.

Still being him he asked, “You want to sleep in the same bed?”

“’Course I do,” Sara yawned. “Boyfriend privileges, we have to share the same cosy bed. It’s the law.”

Robert had a mini panic attack about the whole boyfriend thing for about a minute. Then he heard Sara snoring beside him. Hair tucked away in her bonnet, dressed in a cute set of pyjamas, a hand under her pillow, the other gripping unto his shirt.

Yeah, he thought. I’m your boyfriend.

1. S-Shit! Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come! (Brazilian Portuguese to English)

Chapter 8

Robert

Robert arrives around the same time he usually does. But something's not quite right: the TV isn’t on, there’s no music, or even a true crime podcast playing in the background. The only noise heard around the flat is a low buzzing sound—coming straight from his bedroom.

“Sara?” He asks as he reaches his door. A low moan peaks his interest.

He opens the door, smiles. There she is, naked from the waist down, with a pink rabbit vibrator buzzing inside her pretty cunt. She’s wearing a black and white sweatshirt; one hand gripping the toy, the other the sheets.

“Rob,” she whines, sweet and inviting.

Her long curls cover his pillow and she looks like something divine. There she is, his girlfriend.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” He asks as he sits down beside her. “Did you miss me, love?”

“You were gone the whole day,” she lets out, thrusting the vibrator in and out of her. He sees the top brushing up and down her clit and his mouth waters. “What was I supposed to do, uh?”

“I had work just like any other day.” Well, he got home about fifteen minutes later than he was supposed to. Tube delays. Still. “But you couldn’t wait, uh? You just had to start without me.”

He reaches down and bites her chubby cheek; just to be cheeky.

“Rob,” she moans again.

“Fuck,” he groans as he takes a sniff of her skin. “My smell is rubbing off on you.”

She knew exactly what she was doing when she put on his clothes. And he loves her even more for it.

“I was lonely,” she pouts. “You promised you’d fuck me today.”

Yes, he did. As he was getting ready to go to work, and Sara was still dozing off in his bed, she pulled on his shirt and told him to give her a goodbye kiss. He did so, soft, long enough to cause Sara to stir under the bed.

“When I get back,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be out cold when I’m done with you. I’ll make you come so many times all you’ll remember is my name. Doesn’t that sound nice, love?”

She had whined so beautifully, Robert had a hard time leaving her. But now he was here. And his girl was getting herself off in his sweatshirt because his words had driven her that wild.

I love this woman so much.

“Want me to take over?” He asks, hand already going up her thigh, squeezing where the hickeys bloom.

“Please,” she says, pretty eyes blinking up at him. “Rob, please take care of me.”

“Always.” And kisses her sweaty brow. He resists licking her forehead where droplets of sweat have taken form. “I’ll give you a hand. How about that?”

He takes the vibrator from her hand and pushes it deeper inside, watching with intent as the pink top touches her clit. She’s so wet the thing makes all sort of lewd sounds as it vibrates inside her. Sara whimpers and calls for him, so he grows bold and reaches down, starts to lick at her sides where her juices have leaked over her skin. Robert hums at the taste.

He thinks it’s somehow sweeter. (Momentarily, he ponders making an awful joke about pineapple juice but thinks better of it.) He continues to lick up her juices. Kisses her outer labia. Nibs at her things. Darkens the already purple hickies he left the night before. Sara’s thighs are almost off the bed, and her speech has turned into an incoherent mess.

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