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“I have the spare room made up for you already. Thank you for doing this. It's hard enough on my own. I could really use the company.”
Graham
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His ass is on the floor, head leaning against the bed, eyes closed. He can picture her perfectly. Every detail of her body was clear as day. Laying on the kitchen island, her tits bared to the ceiling, and her legs spread as wide as she could go, her pussy glistening and waiting for him.
"Mmmm, Graham, yess." A voice says from around his dick, ruining his mood.
"Stop talking, I can't concentrate." He says a fake blond head bobbing up and down on his cock. He doesn't even remember her name. Did he ask? Who knows. He doesn’t really care.
Sighing deeply, he closes his again. Melody’s lips wrapped around cock this time as his hand guides her in and out, her hands reaching down to touch her pussy just like he remembers. A low groan escapes him as he gets lost in the memory.
"Yeah, just like that, baby." The blonde murmurs around his dick, teeth grazing his sensitive skin.
"Fuck, just get out, I can't."
"But you didn't come or anything. You're still kinda hard. Let me help you." She purrs, trying to work his dick with her hand, pushing her fake tits up for him to see.
"No. You had one job. That was to shut up and suck my cock. That’s it. And you couldn't even do that. Now, I need you to leave." He says viscously. His anger getting the best of him, again.
When did he turn into this guy? Not that he cares.
"Seriously?" The girl says, standing up abruptly, scowl marring her features and smudges of black under her eyes from her fake tears or some shit. Whatever, he needs her out the door so he can take care of himself.
"Dead serious, please go." He doesn’t even watch her go. Just sits there on the floor. Dick still out.
She grabs her things, she hadn't even undressed. It was supposed to be something quick, he just needed to release the stress of the week, but can’t a guy fantasize in peace without the incessant chatter. He wanted to lose himself in thoughts of Melody. Yes, it was an obsession, he knows that, and he also knows it was all sorts of unhealthy. But he just couldn't help it.
The longer he stays away, the more obsessive his thoughts get, the more all consuming it becomes.It's all he can think about.
After giving himself the release he needs, he walks out into the kitchen where Danny sits on the table drinking some orange juice.
"Why do you have to be such a dick?"
"God, not you, too." He groans, pulling out a chair and plopping down.
"You don't even have the decency to walk them to their car after you use them like that."
"Why should I? They don't matter.” He says quietly. “No one does."
"You went to see her again, didn't you?" Graham isn't sure why Dan even asks. He knows damn well he did. He goes every Sunday to watch her. He has been watching her for months. And every time he does, he comes back to his apartment and takes out his frustration on some willing pussy, but this time was different.
"I did."
"And what did you find that is making you all pissy." Dan downs the orange juice, then puts the empty glass on table, leaving behind a ring of wetness. Graham reaches out to run his hand through the condensation, drawing lines and circles with his fingers.
"I went back to the bookstore. It’s usually just her for an hour, reading her book and drinking hot chocolate. But today, she wasn't alone, and I couldn’t pretend that she was still my Melody."
Once he starts, he can’t stop. The memory replaying in his head, and he needs to get it out before he goes crazy.
"She goes to the bookstore every Sunday, Dan. So I go to the bookstore every Sunday. I saw her. God, she was so beautiful. But this time, she had a baby in her arms. The baby I tried so hard to pretend didn’t exist. She brought it to the bookstore today. To our bookstore, where she reads and I watch her."
Graham's fingers trace hearts through the water as he gears up to divulge more of his story.
"It started fussing.Then, like some kind of weird kink I didn’t know I had, she pops out her tit, just like that, in a corner of the bookstore. The little baby greedily latches on to her nipple. Have you ever been jealous of a baby, Dan? Because I was jealous as fuck, and ridiculously turned on. I couldn't even walk. Not that I would have left the room for all the money in the world. I would still stayed rooted in that position, like a damn perv, watching Melody nurse.”
Motherhood suits her. She looked sexy as hell. He couldn't take his eyes off her breasts or her face lighting up with joy as she looked upon that little creature in her arms. He wanted to go to her so bad. He wanted to sit near her and put his hand on that little baby's hat.
