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It’s the best friend’s job to be respectful. I can do that. I did do that. It’s why I made sure his girl and his baby have protection twenty four seven and all the money they need to look after them. I will take care of them now, and if and when something happens to him.
The thought makes me flinch because I don’t know how I’ll be then. I already want to kill every motherfucker who breathes the wrong way. I already want to burst into the Fontaine den and kill every last one of them.
I’m not known for my patience and every day feels like shit.
I draw in on the cigar and blow out the smoke through the window. I’ve been sitting here, switching between watching the beauty sleep, watching the city go to sleep, watching people leave the club, and thinking.
Now I go back to watching the beauty and focus on her.
It’s just the moonlight pouring into the room. It bathes her in its silver light, making her look like a goddess. Her hair is like liquid silver against it, her skin like cream. I know it’s soft like it too because I’ve been touching her all night.
In the tangle of the silk navy sheets covering her up to her chest I see the outline of her perfect body. Long slender legs I had wrapped around me as I pounded into her shuffle as she stirs slightly, elegant arms that are swanlike move over the spot where I lay as she searches for me in her sleep and I actually smile.
She searches for me and I even see the slight outline of her nipples against the sheet.
As she rolls onto her back the sheet comes away from her breasts, revealing the massive globes I got truly up close and personal with.
Real, natural tits that look like pillows with pink tips. I like how big they are but they’re still perky so when they bounce they’re still firm.
Women have all kinds of surgery to get that look, and there she is in my bed not knowing how beautiful she is, with everything natural. From the way her body is made to her flawless skin.
What I hate myself for, because this is the line I don’t cross and shouldn’t, is I like what’s inside her. I like her and I shouldn’t. I don’t want to, and did not intend to.
But like a drug, I crave her. I crave her body and soul. One without the other doesn’t have the same effect.
She’s a girl I want to keep.
What gets me more is that she fucking feels it too, that’s why she’s reaching for me again.
The angel reaching for the devil so he can dirty her up even more.
Don’t worry beauty, I have a million more ways I can think of to indulge the wildest, dirtiest fantasy you could think of.
My cock is already hard again just looking at her and thinking of what I want to do to her.
I put out my cigar and make my way back over to her.
I pull the rest of the sheet away and reveal the magnificence of her naked body. The movement wakes her fully and her eyes flutter open.
She looks a little thrown when she sees me and looks about her, then back to me. Then I see realization come back into her eyes as she seems to remember where she is. In the subtle moonlight the flush of her cheek catches my attention. It’s a soft rose, almost red, and has the effect of watching a neo-noir film like ‘Sin City’ with the hints of red thrown in for effect.
It’s fucking beautiful, and majestic.
A soft hint of a smile tips the corners of her lips as I move to her and the brush of her fingers on my jaw sends a ripple of desire through me.
This is not good.
This woman can’t make me go soft. I won’t go soft on her, or anybody.
I’m in charge and even if she wants me, I decide in what way I’ll take her again.
Before she can do anything else that resembles going over that line, I break the tender moment and remind her this is a business relationship by flipping her on to her hands and knees.
I almost feel her disappointment, and as I do, I nearly stroke her back to soothe her. But I’m selfish.
Her body makes me want to be selfish. More so when I slide my fingers over her pussy lips and feel how wet she is for me.
Insanity grips me. She would have been thinking about me in her sleep. I wish I could see into that pretty little head of hers. It’s fine though. I don’t need to.
