Page 5 of At My Worst

She moans and opens her mouth once again as I continue to move in and out of her. This is so fucking wrong. She is drunk, and I’m sober. I will remember, but she won’t. But how the fuck could I have just let her go? No sane man would have.

My balls begin to tighten as I pick up my pace. She screams into my mouth as I feel her pussy tighten around me as she comes on my cock. I groan into her mouth, shut my eyes, and slam into her one last time as I shoot my load deep into her pussy.

Fuck me.

I pull back, breaking the kiss. Her head falls back against the car as I loosen my grip on her throat.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, trying to catch my breath.

She laughs as I pull out of her and release my hold on her completely. She lowers her leg to the ground and pulls her skirt back into place.

I pull up my pants and boxers and look at her. “Where are you staying?” I ask her calmly.

She doesn’t answer, which honestly drives me nuts. “Please,” I say calmly.

She motions at her car. It is dark, but I can tell the car is filled with stuff. Yeah, not going to fucking happen.

“You can stay with me,” I tell her. There is no way in fuck I am letting this woman stay in her car.

She shakes her head. “No thanks.”

Sassy and stubborn, fuck me.

“I’m not going to let you sleep in your fucking car,” I say, feeling my heart race.

“We just fucked, it’s no big deal. I’m good,” she says, shrugging.

I can’t tell if she really believes that or not. She is drunk, distant, and guarded. I understand.

I stare at her for a moment before I walk into her and smash my lips to hers for just one more fucking taste.

I pull back and look at her. “You are staying with me,” I all but demand in a low voice.

She nods but doesn’t say a word. It’s progress, at least.

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Bianca

“Too Far Gone”by Hidden Citizens feat. SVRCINA

“Are you mad at me?” I ask him softly.

He turns and looks at me and shakes his head. He says he is not, but the vibes I am getting tell me differently.

“Do you have to hear the words, Bianca? Can’t you just trust that I love you?” He says in an annoyed voice.

“I need validation,” I whisper back, feeling the tears build in my eyes.

“You know it drives me crazy. I am not mad at you, but if you keep asking, I will be. Is that what you want?” He asks.

“No,” I say, trying to keep the tears back.

“Then trust the words that come out of my mouth,” he says calmly, but I can hear it in his voice. He doesn’t want to talk to me.

I take a deep breath as he sits back on the couch and picks up his phone.

I know it drives him crazy that I need validation, but he knew this about me before we got married.

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