Wrong Car, Right Guy

I watch her, my vision blurring as pleasure takes over.

“I’m going to come,” I growl, just in time to feel my load shoot into her mouth. She looks startled for a moment, but then she closes her eyes and swallows every last drop. She moans against my cock as she takes all of my come like a pro, and when she comes up for air, breathing hard, there’s a little come on her perfect lips. And once again, she’s somehow managed to top just how hot she was just a minute ago.

“Was that…was that okay?” she asks breathlessly, her tongue slowly swiping at the come on her lip. It’s amazing that I don’t come again right on the spot.

“You were fucking perfect, baby,” I growl, grabbing her curvy hips and pulling her to me. I’m stunned at just how incredible she was. I knew that any experience with her would be special, but that was really something. She threw herself into the whole experience, and now we’re both left feeling satisfaction that I think has evaded us both so far in life. But now that we’ve found one another, we never have to be deprived of it again.

“I just wanted to make you feel good,” she says, her eyes wide. I growl as I pull her in for a kiss, her breasts pressing against my torso and her wet pussy grinding against my leg momentarily. I may be spent, but I’m still so turned on that I don’t want this to end. As she straddles me, I slide my hand between her legs once again.

“You did make me feel good,” I tell her, looking deep into her eyes. “And now, I can pick up where I left off with you…”

I see her eyes light up and I know I’ve told her exactly what she wants to hear. I kiss her hard, ready to give her the most intense night of pleasure of her life.

By the time I’m done with her, she will never be the same again.

CHAPTER NINE

Macy

Last night was so blissful that I expected the feeling to carry over to this morning. I thought I’d wake up already smiling, feeling the warmth of Tate’s body next to mine, the strength of his arms wrapped around my body. I thought I had everything to look forward to this morning…

And then I woke up.

I try to snuggle into Tate’s chest, but all I find beside me are cold sheets. It’s like he was never even here. He must have been gone for a while.

I sit up cautiously, feeling my heart sink.

“Tate?”

I call out to him, but he doesn’t respond. I leap out of bed and check everywhere in the apartment. Some part of me is clinging to hope that maybe he’s in the shower, or he stepped outside for some fresh air…but there’s no one here. He’s just gone.

I thought this was real. That Tate really cared about me. But now, I can see that I was living in a fantasy. I was seeing what I wanted to see, reading into things that weren’t there. He told me so many lovely things last night. He made me feel special, made me feel like he was committed to me but no. Now I know better. He was just trying to get me into bed with him.

And it worked.

I get back into bed and wrap the covers around myself, hoping it’ll make me feel safe from the reality of this world. But this is supposed to be my safe space, and being here only reminds me of what I’ve lost. My innocence, my dignity. It’s gone within a moment. How could he do this to me? How could he prey upon my naivety, make me feel like he cared, and then just leave me alone?

Tears well up in my eyes when I think of how stupid I was. But maybe I’m jumping to conclusions, but it doesn’t feel like it. I hate this, I’m my own worst enemy sometimes, always assuming the worst. Maybe this doesn’t have to mean the end of everything, but then why hasn’t he texted or called me? Why didn’t he tell me he was leaving?

I scrunch my eyes closed. I feel so lost. I thought everything was finally coming together for me. I thought I was getting a chance to be happy. But that seems dumb now. Did I really believe that a man like him, someone so handsome, so intelligent, so kind, would want a girl like me? He could have anyone in the world, he was never going to settle for plain old me.

I must have been delusional.

I must have been really kidding myself if I ever thought I could have a happily ever after like all the pretty girls seem to get.

But that kind of ending just isn’t built for me.