Page 59 of Adam & Eve

The only bright spot after being sent off to the horror house were letters from Dwight. We

wrote each other until I got accepted to school in Florida. I wonder what would have happened

between us if circumstances had been different.”

She paused and glanced my way making sure she still had my full attention. She knew forcing

me to listen to her talk that way about another man was killing me, slowly. A part of me was proud of

her. Her viciousness rivaled my own, like I knew it would.

“I thought of him often. I’ve had sex with other men and enjoyed it. I love the feel of a thick

cock, stroking in and out of my pussy, but I could never find anyone who could make me cum harder

than he did. I’m wet right now just thinking about him,” she goaded while staring directly into my eyes

as she cut my heart out with her razor-sharp words. I felt every word like a literal stab to the chest.

Her ploy worked. My temper flared, making me feel as if I was burning from the inside out. I

needed to get away from her. I rose from the floor and decided to walk away before I did or said

something that I would regret. She wanted my anger.

“Where are you going?” She rushed over and grabbed me around the waist, stopping me. “You

wanted to know who Dwight was, I told you. Why are you mad?” she taunted me.

“Let me go, Eve,” I demanded through gritted teeth.

“No. Look at me, Adam,” she whispered nastily. “Look at me so I can tell you more of my

ugly truths.”

When I didn’t immediately turn, she shouted the words so loud my ears rang. When I still

refused to face her, she stepped around me. When we were face-to-face, she studied me

expressionlessly. It was unexpected when her hand rose, I flinched expecting violence.

Instead of slapping me again, she ran the tips of her fingers across my lips. “You’re as

stunning as you are crazy,” she murmured, then she backed up, giving herself space to pull her shirt

over her head.

The sight of her breast caused me to groan. They were heavy, but firm. Her Hershey colored

nipples were hard and begging to be sucked. She was imperfect perfection. I wanted to run my hands

down her slightly rounded belly and touch every inch of her exposed skin. Her panties were the next

to go. She pushed them down her thighs then bent slightly to take them the rest of the way off. She

smelled them before dropping them to the floor.

“I’m so wet.” She proved it by running her fingers through the folds of her pussy and showing

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