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23.1-Breaking
Demona MaxwellNathan has a lot of things wrong with him, and poor Lola didn't see them till now. Q&A-How do you think she will react to all these messages? What do you think Nathan will do next? Let me know in the comment, and don't forget to hit that thumbs-up button and drop those gems.
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Anything For Lola 23.2.Breaking
Nathan - Early Morning of Thursday the 30th I woke up in my truck parked outside Daniel’s apartment. I smell like crap and need a shower. I can only think about my girl while rubbing at the bulge in my pants. 6:16 AM - Babe, I miss you. I’m fucking sorry. I know she won’t answer this early and head inside Daniel’s place. I see Brandy is still there. Good, I can use that mouth. I grab her, and we take a shower together. Brandy sucks out my cock while I imagine Lola yet again. Still not satisfied, I fuck her aggressively, bent over the counter. All the while, Daniel records us, invigorating me. “Fuck, yes. You better take it all bitch,” I grunt, slamming into her repeatedly. Slut likes it, too, screaming my name for more. Fuck, like this is how you start the day, and I will teach Lola. She’ll learn it one way or another. When I get her back, this will be her job. And I finish pounding out my morning wood and making my plans. Once my cock is drained thoroughly, I get dressed, and
Anything For Lola 24-Planning
Justine - Early Morning of Thursday the 29th It’s almost one o’clock as I look at Lola, brushing some hair from her face. Today was traumatic for her, and I want to wipe it away with another kiss. She seems at peace, finally resting. I don’t want to wake her, either. I’m only restless and can never sleep after a stressful day like this. Rather than moping, I pick up my phone to text Damien. He responds, but the ding startles Lola. I silence the notifications quickly. She settles, and I’m able to continue my response. Damien - I sent you an email containing all her info. Me - Perfect, I can’t sleep and need something to do. Damien - I would offer to help, but I know your answer. Me - Not tonight. Lola is more important. Damien - I agree Just as I receive another message, Lola starts twitching in my arms. She’s whimpering lightly and obviously dreaming. Shifting violently, she knocks my phone to the bed and bellows, “Get out, Nathan!” I drop my arms, as my ears are ringing, but
Anything For Lola 25.1-Phone
Lola - on the morning of Thursday, the 29th I woke in the morning to find Justine holding me, typing away on the phone. It’s a glorious feeling to be in her arms. Thinking about yesterday, I still can’t believe what happened. It’s over with Nathan. I broke up with him, and he beat me worse than ever. His cheating is furthest from my mind because of all the bruises. Now, I’m shamefully hiding away from him and the world. However, like the mysterious heroes they are, Justine and Damien saved me last night. They didn’t press or make me feel like this was my fault. All I know is that I don’t feel as broken after being with them yesterday. A ding from Justine’s phone brings me back to her warm embrace. She’s texting frantically and doesn’t notice I’m awake. I kiss and nuzzle her neck, trailing my nose in her skin. “Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?” Justine asks while pushing my hair back. “Yes, and thank you for keeping me warm,” I say sheepishly. But I don’t feel my othe
Anything For Lola 25.2-Phone
My need for her is peeking as I trail my hands along her body. But she glides it away from her breast, keeping me from pleasing her. “I can say thank you with more than just kisses if you let me,” I tempt, pawing at her. “Lola, please slow down,” Justine moans, flipping us easily. “If you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was ask,” I playfully bite at her neck. She growls contentedly, squeezing me tight. I can feel how much she wants me in the embrace, but she’s holding back. “Not yet, but soon I promise. Be a little more patient Lola.” “But why?” I ask, simply shocked. “Because It would be best if you healed first,” she says lovingly with a kiss on my cheek, “and I want it to be special with you,” she confesses. With more soft kisses, I get lost in her tease of affection. But suddenly, the phone rings strangely, ending our sultry debate. “Fuck me!” she bellows but not at me. Justine scrambles to sit up, pulling me with her. She grabs her phone and silences the video conf
Anything For Lola 26.1-Aquainted
Lola - On the afternoon of Thursday, the 29th I feel so embarrassed retching in the toilet with the door open. But moments later, Justine and Damien join me in the bathroom. I don’t want them here, but I know they wish to help, and I let them. Justine rubs my back as I spit up bile. After a minute of dry heaving—Damien is ready with water and a towel. I take the glass, gargling at the sink. Justine grabs the towel, wetting it, and wipes my face of sweat. It’s refreshing, but I feel dreadful. Damien takes the liberty of preparing my toothbrush, and I gladly scrub my teeth too. I rinse my mouth thoroughly before adding more water to my face. Again Justine gently pats me dry. “Can we do anything else for you?” she asks with a kiss on my forehead. Her question burns my ears. I need to know if all this is stress or something else. That stupid after pill may not have worked. And my cycle isn’t due for two more weeks yet. “I need a pregnancy test,” I said softly. Justine nods to Damien
Anything For Lola 26.2-Acquainted
“Miss Lola, the guards, and police are being dispatched. Stay calm,” Are you still in danger?” she asks, pausing for me to respond. I want to cry but hold firm for those watching. Damien takes my phone and says a code to clear the alarm. We then set my passcodes, one for all clear and the other for danger. I’m in shock but smile tightly. “Miss Lola, do you need a break or some water?” Markum asks tenderly to my look. “No, I’m fine. Please continue,” I say evenly and straighten up, regaining my composure. Next, he shows me how to use the mace. It’s easy but oddly shaped for quick action—opening, closing, and spraying. “Boss-man, if you would,” Markum motions to the safety table. The cute nickname makes me smile as Damien gets ready in a helmet with a full shield and goggles underneath. He adds a strap around his neck to secure it all. Looking odd, but he stands ready, and I know where this is going. “Can’t I practice on that instead?” I ask, pointing to the dummy. “Not for this
Anything For Lola 27-Perfect
Lola - on the evening of Thursday the 29th I tuck away my journal into the nightstand, turning around in the bed. I feel nervous as Justine finishes braiding my hair. She looks beautiful sitting before me, and I long to kiss her. “Do you want to lie down?” she asks, playing with the ends of my hair. “No, not yet,” I say bashfully back to her. Feeling bold, I make the first move, pushing her to the mattress. Kissing her, I unbutton her top. She lightly blushes at me and kisses my lips tenderly. I inhale sharply when I see her lacy bra, amazed this is finally happening. “Are you sure, Lola?” she whispers. “Yes, I’m sure. I have wanted you since our first dinner.” “I’ve felt the same, but maybe we should sto-” I cut her off quickly. “I don’t want to stop,” I kiss her through each word. Like magic, Justine loosens my braid and curls her fingers in my hair, kissing me deeply. It’s blissful as she rolls us on the bed with her on top. But I don’t let her part from me, fearing she wil
Anything For Lola 28-Guarded
Damien- on the early morning of Friday, the 30th Watching Lola sleep, she looks beautiful, snuggled in close to Justine. She even has the cutest little snore resting peacefully between us. Today was emotionally taxing for her, and then, of course, Justine had to put her to bed properly. “I don’t think either of us expected that,” I say softly to Justine. “No, I sure didn’t. But I wished Lola kept her eyes closed,” Justine whispers while biting her lip. “Is it so bad she didn’t?” I ask honestly. “No, it’s not, but I also don’t want this to be about sex. I want Lola in every way. So maybe no more till she begs for it,” Justine says, trailing her hands down her body. “Then why didn’t you use a toy?” I ask devilishly, knowing I’m her real one. “I could have, but you know those only frustrate me more,” she admits while rubbing herself. Justine is trying to be good, so to speak. Otherwise, she would’ve sixty-nined Lola last night while I pounded her without a care. Especially if Lola
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