Perhaps it’s for the best, I whisper as I glance at him.
His expression reveals a swirl of feelings-confusion, anger, sadness, nervousness, anxiety-all at once.
“What?” he asks, taken aback. I chew my lower lip and start crying. “Are you breaking up with me?” he inquires, and I bury my face in my hands.
“I’m so sorry,” I weep, feeling my heart clench.
The only sounds in the room are my sobs, and Alex remains silent.
“Look at me,” he urges, but I shake my head. His hands grip my forearms tightly, forcing me to reveal my face. I swallow hard as I meet his gaze; he’s so perfect it hurts. “Do you want to leave me?” he asks, and I shake my head. “Then why are you telling me this?” He sounds frustrated, and I sob again. “Talk to me, Nina. Please!”
“Because I don’t want to be a mistake!” I shout, and I see his jaw clench. “Because I love you enough to know you deserve more than I can give. I’m just a teenager with no secure future. I don’t have a father, my mother works tirelessly at a hospital and doesn’t even know where I am or care. I’m not the best student, not the best daughter, and definitely not the best girlfriend,” I confess, my hands trembling even more. “You’re incredible, Alex-kind, caring, smart. You have everything a woman could want! Why waste your time on someone like me?” I exclaim. He shakes his head and intertwines our fingers.
“You are everything I want,” he shrugs, and I close my eyes momentarily, feeling his gentle touch on my hands. “Nina, you are everything to me,” he whispers. I bite my lip and meet his eyes, “I don’t care what others think; your opinion is all that matters. And you’re not a mistake, did you hear that foolish conversation?” he asks, and I nod, looking down.
“But everything they said has some truth,” I cry, shrugging my shoulders, but Alex shakes his head.
“Everything they said is nonsense,” he retorts. “They always try to control me, just like their parents controlled them.” He snorts. “They think they can manipulate me with that ‘her or your future’ nonsense, but it won’t work this time, not with you,” he states, and I swallow hard.
“Did they force you to break up with…?”
“Racheal? Oh, no,” he replies, looking slightly uneasy. “I think I forgot to mention she’s in a mental hospital,” he reveals, scratching his neck as I widen my eyes. “It’s a long story, but that’s not what matters now.”
“Are you going to put me in a mental hospital?” I ask, horrified, and he chuckles softly, which makes me pout.
“Of course not,” he murmurs, and I look at him for a moment.
“I don’t want to burden you or hurt you,” I whisper, and he shakes his head.
“The only way you’d hurt me is by leaving, so don’t do that,” he replies, and I gulp.
I yearn to leap into his arms and kiss him. His messy hair is adorable, and those reddish lips look so inviting. I gaze into his eyes, noticing a playful smile on his face.
He puts one hand on my waist and the other on my cheek, leaning in to brush our lips together but not moving further. I think he’s waiting for me to make the first move, so I do.
Our kiss begins tenderly, but soon Alex has lifted me by the hips and is ascending the stairs to his room. He opens the door, and we step inside.
What seems like minutes flies by in seconds, our breathing growing heavier as our hearts race.
I find myself seated on his lap, both of us in just our underwear. His hands explore my body, igniting a flood of sensations as his lips travel to my neck, kissing and nibbling.
“Oh, Daddy,” I whisper.
He moves to my jaw, squeezing my breasts and caressing my cheek; all I can manage is a soft moan.
“You drive me wild.”
He continues kissing from my jaw down to my collarbone. I feel myself being gently laid back as he plants small, wet kisses across my body.
Even with my underwear still on, I feel increasingly wet and aware of the desire building within me.
“Daddy…” I sigh as he kisses my belly.
He starts to carefully remove my panties.
“I don’t want to see you cry over something as trivial as today again,” he whispers, and my panties go missing in the room. “Don’t let yourself get caught up in what others say,” he continues, his left hand finding its way to my pussy while his right fingers toy with my bra. “We are responsible for our actions-what people think is none of our concern.”
“But Daddy…”
“Nina Moore,” he says, and it’s clear his patience is wearing thin. I swallow hard as he positions himself over me, and thrusts into me without warning. I moan and arch my back. He buries his face in my neck, showering it with loving kisses. “Promise me you won’t let others influence you or what you hear about us,” he says, looking deeply into my eyes with his intense honey gaze. I smile and kiss him back, eventually breaking into laughter.
“I promise, Daddy.” He kisses me again.
“Make it official,” he urges, and I grin.
I extend my pinky finger, and he locks his with mine.
“Now, I’m going to make love to you until you can’t think straight.”
I laugh loudly, then it slowly fades into pleasure as our temperatures rise; I bite my bottom lip.
“I love you so much,” I exclaim, running my hands down his back and leaving some scratches.
I hear Alex moan, and I bite his shoulders before trailing my chin along them.
Though his thrusts aren’t fast, but they’re powerful, and I adore it. He hooks my legs around his hips and throws my head back. Alex takes the opportunity to kiss my neck as I tug at his hair, causing him to growl.
“Oh, little one,” he moans, and I gasp.
Our foreheads touch as he kisses me at every turn. The way he moves inside me arouses an indescribable passion, sending waves of sensation throughout my body that I can’t suppress. His skin against mine feels incredible, almost overwhelming. He slides my leg over his shoulder, allowing each thrust to reach deeper within me. I scream, arching my back.
“I love you so much! Why are you so tight?” he exclaims, and I sob with pleasure. “I’m going to cum,” he growls, biting my breasts while half-closing his eyes.
“Alex, I love you! I love you so much!” I cry out, feeling his movements slow, and moments later, he release onto my belly.
He rests his weight comfortably on me, and the only sounds are our heavy breaths, our hearts beating in sync.
“Do you feel that?” I ask, smiling at Alex, who looks at me in confusion.
“Our hearts are in perfect rhythm,” I say with joy, and he frowns.
I take his hand and place it on my chest, right over my heart, and guide his other hand to his own.
Alex smiles broadly, his eyes sparkling with happiness as he pulls me closer. “Hey, that’s true,” he says, a mix of excitement in his voice. “You’re not leaving me, right?” He touches my wrist, fingering the bracelet he gifted me. I shake my head, and he kisses my forehead. “Please don’t even think about it. I’d lose my mind,” he pleads, and I meet his gaze.
“I won’t,” I whisper, holding his gaze for several moments. “Are you tired?” I ask, and he shakes his head, his lips forming a pout.
“Why?” he asks, and I smile.
“Because I want you to make love to me again,” I say, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise.
“Wow! Who do we have here? Miss Nina ‘The Nymphomaniac’ Moore,” he teases, and I frown, annoyed. “Little naughty girl,” he jokes, poking my nose. I scrunch it up.
“Oh, screw you!” I laugh, but in an instant, he flips me over so I’m on top of him.
“I’ll go wherever you want me to once you’re done riding me, cowgirl.”