Lifting my legs and putting them on his shoulders, he changed his pace and the feeling of euphoria started to build up more. His balls were slapping my ass as he hit dipper inside me.I kept spitting out nonsense as he rendered me senseless. "Don't come.... open your eyes Thea," he told me and again I found myself in between a rock and a hard place. "Fuck!" Lowering my legs, he removed his dick from me before turning me on my back. "Don't come."I didn't get to ask why as he shoved into me again. "Ah!" I moan and bite my lip hard as he thrashed thunderously into my pussy. "Shit!" We both say right before he groans and I moan loudly. If sex was like this, I should have done it with someone before hand. But I'm so glad Herman is my first.He slaps my ass hard and squeezes it making me groan. "What was that for?""You came," he growled still thrashing into me and I wonder how I did without realizing it. "Hold on I'm not done." He says, slamming harde

My eyes snap open to a lonely bed, blinding light and the feeling of numbness inside my chest. Lifting my tired limbs, I make my way to the bathroom in an almost daze and stare blankly at a sad woman in the mirror. Even after all that time sleeping, the bags under my eyes are still so visible and the dull ache between my legs a blissful reminder of what I had done. Sighing, I open the cabinet the mirror is hiding behind it and a plastic bottle falls out. The small circles inside it rattling as it collided with the hard surface of the counter top. I pick them up and read the label. "Sertraline," I read out loud and try to remember anything I know on the drag. Turning the little bottle I struggle to read the instructions before giving up. Putting it back I reach for my toothbrush and drop other medicine bottles along side the one holding sertraline even after I just returned it. "Fuck," I curse under my breath feeling shorter than I pictured myself to be.After managing to grab my to

The physical contact between me and these people I didn't know was uncomfortable as I was thrown from one arm to another. Who would have thought that an overly reserved and private person like Herman would have such affectionate relatives. Well all of them except for Shantel and her mother, who seemed to have had it out for me from the beginning.After those overly touchy introductions, I found myself hiding in Herman's office. Our room isn't fully furnished yet and I had originally planned on faking a bathroom break and secretly cornering Herman in his office. He, of course wasn't in here. He must have left for Brooklyn. Whoever his meeting over there a sure question to me.Now sitting here all alone on Herman's very comfortable office chair and simultaneously missing lunch, I sigh. Since morning I've had people pulling left right and center, forcing me into conversations I had no idea of, about baby names and mafia ruling. All this because of Dante. Remind me to kill him later. Now

The message on my phone screen has me set in a trance of fear like no other. Why would I be blamed for the death of my wife's parents? And in a time like this, when she just let me in, when she's just started to actually trust me. "..I love you." Her words, like a whisper ring in my mind, caging me to a reality I once lived and now will surely be destroyed. I need to tell her about this but not before I have her one last time. How do I tell her? Frustrated, I let out a growl and feel the immense pressure settle on my throat and it bobs slightly. My suit feels suffocating and I loosen up my black tie and unbutton the top three buttons of my dress shirt. But the panicked feeling doesn't dissipate even a fraction and I scramble to fetch my pills from my jacket pocket. My hands are clumsy as I try to open the bottle as the blood pressure to my head feels so intense. The pills scatter to the car floor and I could vividly hear my beating heart and the movements of my blood inside my blood

The silence in the car was deafening as we neared our destination with every passing second. Then my phone rang out of the blue and that's the only time Thea looked up at me from her phone screen. I think she was reading something, sitting sideways in her seat, facing me. "Cherry blossom, autopilot." I commanded and let go of the steering wheel."Autopilot engaged," the car answered, doing what I commanded it to."Woah! That's definitely cool. How?"Pulling out my phone I squinted at the caller ID, willing her to stop calling me. "I had it custom made. It's bullet proof, has re-inflatable tires, a machine gun and a whole other things.""Can I have it?" My phone stopped ringing and I put it back in my pocket then turned my attention to Thea's awe stricken face."No," I smile at her sweetly."Why not?" She whines "Because it's mine," I point out. "And besides, your not allowed to go anywhere without protection.""But cherry blossom is enough protection," she protests."Protection mode