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We are opposites with a core of similarities.
We’ve both experienced loss. We’re non-believers that the world will give us our happily ever after. But, I’m going to show her otherwise.
We fit, like puzzle pieces somehow, and I want to prove to her, and to me, that there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, we just need to chase it.
Together.
We’ve made it to the lobby, Milly is pulling her black rolling bag and she looks so fucking cute and unconventional in her black jeans with pink socks and these sort of Mary Jane black patent leather heels. A long black zippered sweatshirt with an enormous hood hanging down her back, open at the top and giving a glimpse of the word “cute” underneath, that makes her look like a witch or assassin or something, completes the ensemble. She’s got her hair in two little ponytails at the base of her neck and I want to use them as handlebars when I shove my dick down her throat.
I’ve never been happier about my eccentric view on getting laid. I know I’d beat myself up for the rest of my life thinking I’d put my dick inside any other woman, knowing now it was going inside Milly. The idea of soiling myself with anyone else then soiling her by association makes my fists ball and I have to settle the anger welling up inside at the very idea.
“Okay.” Stacie tears her eyes from her phone, then turns to us, centering her eyes on Milly. “Our limo is here, so please, Milly…” She gives her a condescending roll of her eyes. “You know the movers are coming the end of the week, so please, please get yourself packed. And don’t use the excuse you are too busy at work. Make it a priority, okay? It’s time for your father and I to make our life together and you need to go find your own place.”
“Come on,” Martin barks, and I look up to see the black stretch Lincoln outside the glass doors. He offers me his hand and I give it a crushing shake, making him wince.
“Have fun,” Milly offers as Stacie walks forward and Martin gives her a quick hug. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks, baby.” He sighs as Stacie shrieks for him to hurry up.
I feel a lightness surround us as we watch them pull away.
“Well,” she starts as I put my arm around her and walk us forward, then tap a text to my driver who is waiting outside. “I guess this is see ya later?”
“No, it’s fucking not,” I bark, the thought of her being away from me again making me feel like a cattle prod is zapping me in the worst of places.
My limo comes into view and all I can think of is getting her alone in the back seat, putting up the privacy screen and diving between her legs.
I think of when I’ll fuck her for the first time. The back of a limo isn’t right. She said she needs to get to work, she has a meeting that seemed important, and I have things to get set up as well. Things that involve her and the rest of our lives. But I don’t want to scare her off, so I do my best to play it cool for the moment.
Inside the car, she settles into the seat across from me but that won’t do.
“Here.” I point to my lap, outstretching my hand as her eyes roam over my obvious hard on and she licks her lips, only making it more difficult to pretend I’m not ready to blow my load inside my pants just from seeing the lace of her bra peeking out of the low neckline of her t-shirt under the hoodie.
I gather her into my lap, her softness nearly breaking me as my own demons feel like they’re melting into her. When she wiggles her hips as she centers herself on the stiff cream-filled missile in my pants, her wide eyes sparkle and she lets her lips fall open, her tits right at eye level.
Fuck, I’m about to break, but there’s a few things I want to get straight first.
“Hey.” I twirl the blonde hair poking out from her little pigtail between my fingers and it’s so fucking soft I want to die right there. “What did my sister mean about you getting your stuff packed? And the movers?”
“Oh, well after they came back from Vegas, it was a little awkward. I guess? Stacie and my dad immediately went on this huge shopping spree.” Her voice falters and her eyes move to the window on a shrug, then she takes a breath and continues. “I’m not saying anything bad about Stacie.”
“You don’t need to. I know my sister better than anyone. There’s no Burberry wool over my eyes when it comes to her selfish and tactless behavior. Tell me everything, I need to know.”
