42: Slip up

Pov: Bianca

Andre and I went at sex like we had only just discovered it. I swear, every part of his room had been christened by us. His bed. God, his bed. The arm chair, the walls, his shower, the dresser, the little living room area in his room, the floor... I didn't even want to think of his living room and kitchen. He was insatiable. And so was I.

The night had turned to morning and instead of staying just one night, I had spent the entire weekend here. He hadn't kicked me out yet, to my surprise. He seemed like the kind of guy that valued his space and peace of mind. Why else would he leave the luxury amd comfort of the family mansion to have a whole penthouse to himself?

Part of me didn't want to leave but I also didn't want to overstay my welcome. Fish starts to smell after three days and that was the total of how long I had stayed here. I had lectures by ten today and I was being lazy about having to go for it.

Good food, a comfy bed and the best dick in the world had to be the