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Unexpected Love Story (Love 2) Natasha Madison 2022/8/3 13:51:01

“I was sitting here tonight”—I point at the stool I sat on—“going through Facebook.” Her legs dangle while she leans back on one arm. “Found a picture of the two of us, and I sat there and thought fuck, is she beautiful, more than anyone I’ve ever met in my whole life.” She looks at me smiling, my hand going on her leg as I trace my fingers up and down her thigh. “But then I got the fucking picture of your ass.” I shake my head while she sits up, taking her forefinger to rub my cheek. “I knew it was your ass even before I knew it was you,” I say. Grabbing one leg, I straighten it and then place the scissors under the hem, dragging them all the way up her thigh. I push her back down on the island and cut right through her waist. She looks at me with her mouth hanging open as I do the same to the other leg.

“You have lost your mind,” she tells me when I pull her pants off her, and she sits on my island in nothing but that bodysuit. She points at me. “If you touch this top, I swear, you will not get any blow jobs for a month.”

I laugh at her. She enjoys sucking my cock as much as I do. “Where did you get it from?” I ask her, leaning in to kiss her. With her lips on mine, I push her down on the island and then stand. She groans, and I look down at her, her eyes half glazed over. I run my finger down the middle of her top, my finger going over the mesh. “I like this top,” I tell her while I unsnap it between her legs, leaving her pink pussy open and wet for me. I lean down, sucking on her clit. Her moans fill the room, then I stand back up and cut it right up the middle. “Now, I love it even more.”

“You owe me two hundred dollars.” She sits up as her top gapes open, her tits out for me to see. “And that is only for the top.” She shakes her head when she grabs the shredded top.

“I’ll give you fucking double,” I tell her, tossing the scissors back into the drawer.

“You know this means no blow jobs for a month, right?” She crosses her arms, squeezing her tits together.

“Really?” I say, leaning down and taking a nipple into my mouth.

“I’m serious, Gabe.” She starts out strong and then whispers, “One month.”

“Okay,” I tell her, grabbing her and bringing her to my room where I set her on my face, and she falls forward. Her mouth lands right on top of my cock, and she takes me down her throat. I smile against her pussy. “That was the fastest month of my life.”

She doesn’t answer; she just takes me deeper into her mouth over and over again.

“I can’t move,” I say, lying on the bed on my stomach. We have just finished our longest marathon sex session. Holy shit, I keep waiting for the day when I don’t crave him or it isn’t as good, but it’s been over three months now, and I still get butterflies when he grabs my hand. My stomach still speeds up when he kisses me.

“Then don’t move,” he says, getting up to set the alarm.

“I’m not leaving. You don’t have to keep setting it.” I laugh, thinking back to the day I tried to sneak out, and the alarm that blared so loud he came running out naked.

“It’s not for you,” he says. “I’m tired of fucking buying new tires, and I’ve replaced the back window five times now.”

I roll over. “Well, ever since you put the cameras up, it’s been quiet, so maybe the scorned woman found another victim.”

“There is no scorned woman; I dated maybe five girls my whole life,” he says, coming back to bed. “My last girlfriend fled town at the thought of spending her life with me. I’m the scorned one.”

My stomach falls when he says that as I think of him making vows to someone else. “Well, if she hadn’t, you wouldn’t have gotten the ‘best blow job of your life.’”

He grabs my waist, bringing me closer to him and kissing my lips. “This is true; this is very true.”

“See, so maybe her leaving wasn’t so bad,” I say, resting my head on his shoulder. “Would you do it again?”

“Yes,” he says as he plays with my hand in his hand. “I want a wife and maybe a couple of kids.”

My heart stops, my throat goes dry, and my hand on his stomach gets cold all of a sudden. “What about you?”

I breathe out. “Nope.” I get up on my elbow. “No to both.”