Vera’s POV.
“No way, Sage!” I exclaim into the phone as my friend babbles an incredible story to me.
I woke up an hour ago and spent time reading my newest erotic series…the book really cost me a lot but then it’s literally
where I get my ideas on how to tempt the man I want.
That and also porn.
Just last night I paid one thousand dollars for my monthly subscription to a porn site to download the recent porn videos.
Oh, I ended up watching them. Finger-banging myself as I imagine it’s David. It’s
been a month since our last meeting in my room.
Well, since then
David hasn’t attempted to come for me. It was like he was avoiding me.
Though, things went back as usual between us. We acted normally the way we used to. Not that I wanted it but with David behaving so weirdly I was forced to keep calm.
We ate dinner together every night and spent time watching TV series, however, whenever I think David will scratch his composure and come rushing to me to do dirty things to me, he doesn’t do it. Most nights, I just get tired of waiting for the miracle to happen and stalk to my room dejected.
I don’t know if he’s doing it deliberately, though, because how can I survive pretending like we are nothing to each other aside from being a guardian and a ward?
Damn, that man is all I can think about every fucking day and then he’s doing this?
Sometimes, I worry myself to sleep. Other times I dream about him pounding me into the sheets and saying the filthiest things to me. Some days, I wake up with drenched sheets, my juices slathered everywhere and
the scent of my musk piercing the air.
Trust me, that’s super frustrating. But what do I do? Nothing except keep giving him my daily report and expecting a change.
Yeah, through the past oneon month, I didn’t stop giving him my daily naughty report. Sometimes I write it…other times I record videos of me masturbating and moaning out his name.
Yet, the man never caves. I thought maybe he’s got a new toy and tired of playing with my little cunt. I thought maybe my juices ain’t enough for him. I thought maybe…I don’t cream the way he wanted.
Dammit, different ‘maybes’ and scenarios have played out in my mind but I never once see him bring a woman home. Not like he used to.
But, what if he bangs women at the office? What if he chooses to go to motels and brothels and fuck chicks there?
Dang it! The whole thing makes me weak. I want him to react. To do something…anything at all.
I can cream more if he wants. I can squirt more.
I can take various dildos just to make my pussy wide enough for him to take me. To think he hasn’t bothered to dip himself inside me.
It makes me feel like I’m not enough for him. I guess so, ’cause the man I once knew gets off banging cunts than masturbating.
But with me, everything’s different. Maybe I don’t actually worth his time, attention and energy.
This gives me more reason to seek ways to get off. To leave his care and work for myself to become independent. I think that’s only when he’ll know I’m old enough to handle him both in bed and otherwise.
With the way, he’s even acting…I don’t think he can flaunt me on the internet as his woman.
Gosh, I murmur inwardly, hating the whole shits.
Sage’s bellow snaps me from my thought and I remember I’m on a call with my BFF.
“I’m serious girl.” She laughs, lightly. “Do you want me to switch it to video call, so you can see?” She asks.
Hell, this is unbelievable. Our new swimming coach has asked Sage to be her girlfriend and from what Sage’s saying she’s at the woman’s house now.
“I thought it was supposed to be, just a fling? Fuck and go, no emotions attached?” I babble off. I step outside of my room and slam the door shut.
I stalk down the incandescent hallway. Passing by David’s room, I peer in through the ajar door but he isn’t there. Either way, his manly cologne manages to flit through the air and sneak into my nose.
God, how much I love that scent, I think to myself before ducking away from the door to the hallway.
I saunter down the stairs, all the while paying attention to what Sage’s saying.
“I thought so too. Until she explained her last counter to me.” Sage’s voice holds a tinge of sadness as she whispers the word to me.
Curious, I ask. “What happened to her?”
She takes a deep sigh as if carrying heavily
weighted bag. Then. “She got ditched at the altar on her supposed
wedding day. Her fiancee left. The woman never showed up that day. Happened that the bitch was busy fucking Lynn’s best friend of ten years.”
Oh, that’s horrible. My heart twists as Sage explains the shit to me. It must have been difficult for the woman, watching her fiancee fucking her best friend.
“Damn…that’s…cruel of her.” I spit in annoyance.
“I know right?” Sage hums with a raspy voice. “Lynn said it took her months to recover. She had to move from Las Vegas to New York
and get her bones together.”
I walk into the kitchen, hopping on the counter, I clamp my hands on the packet of cereal and then I hover to the fridge where I get the milk.
Pouring the right amount of cereal into the bowl, I add the milk and begin the scoop.
“I hope she gets better,” I say in between mouthful.
“Yeah…” A pause, then Sage reveals. “She said that, that sex in the bathroom when you caught us…was the best she’s ever had. We did it again but it wasn’t just the sex. Lynn unapologetically fell for me.”
I gulp the contents quickly, wishful David’s the one saying this to me. That it isn’t just about the sex that he fell for me. I guess it’s never going to…
“And I literally feel the same for her. I love her, Vee. Have never wanted someone so much. I feel like it’s my duty to protect her from any hurt or some shit.”
Fuck, why am I imagining things? I should be listening to my friend’s talk but here I am imagining David to be the one I’m speaking with, whispering these possessive words to me.
“That’s how you truly feel? For her?” It’s all I manage really because I’m just thinking this is a twist where David and I are the ones talking.
“Yeah. I want her. I want to protect her and make her mine. All mine. So that bitch will regret ever hurting Lynn and leaving her at the altar.
At her words, I know Sage already made up her mind. I give her my support as my friend and after a while, we end the call.
I focus back on my cereal, munching on it with thoughts chiseling through my mind until I hear the heavy pad of feet on the floor.
I raise my head up and see him.
David takes a glance at me and the instant our eyes lock, he breaks his gaze from mine.
“Good morning, daddy.” I purr. Heat trickling through my body at the sight of him.
He’s wearing his sports clothes and that tells me he wants to head over to the gym.
Usually, he goes to the gym, the main place where top men and women in the New York comes to get their body fit. To work out.
I’ve never been there, yeah but…what if I decide to show up there with him?
You know that’s not the reason. You just want to confirm the number of women swooning over him, my mind reminds me.
Mentally, I roll my eyes. I know but what do I do? Nothing, except…just spill it.
“Going to the gym?” I ask him abruptly after he responds to my greetings and pad his way to the exit.
“Yeah, kid.” He says, voice broody.
“How about I go with you?” I snap, twiddling my fingers together in anticipation. My eyes hold onto his dark ones.
Omigod, I wanna get lost in those. I want to know what he’s thinking…
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**David**
God, even the sight of her is burning my insides. I know what it took me to avoid her for the past month. I just had to do it.
After that night I played dirty with her and woke up with her around me, I knew I was treading a very dangerous path.
I knew that if I didn’t stop, that I’ll want more.
I had to give her cold shoulders. Make her believe I’m not at war with myself, because God help me— I want to cross this fucking distance between us right now, kiss the hell out of her lips and give her my cock to take.
Fuck. The girl is an addiction herself. Once you get to have a small taste, the burst of flavors will push you to seek more.
And I can’t risk it.
I can’t allow the world to know.
Just weeks ago Andrei told me about the recent war going on the underworld and it has increased their search for Vera. If this thing between us explodes, then they’ll know about her and about the truth I kept away from them.
But now…looking at her from across the room, pleading she goes to the gym with me…I can’t help it. I can’t help the trickle of heat and burst of need. My sac is heavy with loads of cum to spill into her…damn this is temptation.
I can’t allow it. I want to say “No” but instead what gushes out is…”Fine then. You can go with me.”
Vera’s face lit up with unreserved excitement. She chuckles with joy and hurries upstairs.
In ten minutes she returns, wearing a hot sexy sports bra, her nipples poking the bra. I trail a look down and there…the leggings hugs her curves like a second skin.
I gulp heavily as she reaches me, grinning. My balls and cock twitch.
This is dangerous.
“Let’s go, daddy.” She says.
No, it’s a purr…a sensual one. Not some ordinary
statement.
I’m still grappling with my control as Vera’s shoulder passes me, sashaying her ass, the whole flesh jumping…so…fucking…hot!
To be continued…