“When can we meet up again?” She asks, putting back on her tight blue dress, wondering how the hell she slipped out of it so damn fast last night. “Nope, I'm telling you it’s time for you to go.
“Nope,” I say, standing and pulling up a pair of my grey AE sweats.
“Can’t I stay?” She whines, running her fingers down my back. You know it might look the same, but it still won’t fulfill the need you have. Fucking these other women is like walking with a bottle of saltwater through a desert. “Yeah, time for you to go, sugar,” I say, sitting up and wondering why the fuck I keep doing this to myself. “You’re awake?” Anna…or Amber-maybe it’s Angie-says from the other side of the bed. I couldn’t fuck a virgin, especially one that’s as sweet as Liz. The second the word “never” came out of her gorgeous mouth, everything stopped. Ever since the night I had my hand down Liz’s pants, this shit’s been plaguing me. “This shit is getting ridiculous,” I say, scrubbing my hands down my face. Jolting awake, I look at the time, seeing that it’s just after two in the morning. “Never,” she whimpers, raising her hips up to meet my hand. “How long has it been?” I ask her, while biting down on her earlobe damn, I love the sound she makes. “You’re really fucking tight!” I say, sliding through her wetness, feeling her wrap tight around one finger.
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