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He loves me.
He wrote that before the party on Christmas Eve. So that means… he punched Tate because he’s in love with me. And he was jealous.
For some reason, theidea of Ben being jealous sent a surge of rushing blood directly into my cock. I was suddenly so hard I could feel my erection throbbing in the chick’s mouth.
She tugged her lips off, stroking me hard in her hand. “You have such an awesome dick.”
I shrugged to myself, leaning my head back. “Thanks…”
Ben loves me. And Jess loves me, too.
They’re probably sad without me. They’re probably missing me right now…
My mind began to wander while Kelly the cock-fiend sucked me again, harder.
Maybe they’re fucking right now… Maybe they’re thinking about me while they fuck.
I remembered the first time I saw them, on Thanksgiving night… When I watched them together.
A groan slipped.
Kelly took the noise to mean that I was ready to slide my cock inside her pussy, and sat up fast, shimmying out of her form-fitting dress. She was in only her panties, and she looked really good. But I had to acknowledge the work she had done, and how much I preferred my women natural.
One woman, in particular…
Oh my God, shut up, brain!
She slithered out of her panties and climbed over me. “Do you have a condom?”
I froze, gaping up at her in uncertainty. “Kelly, I can’t fuck you.” I shook my head in a solemnsort ofway, as if I were delivering terrible news.
“Why not?” She scoffed, running her hands up my chest.
“Because, I’m going through a break-up, and I’m… still in love with…” my voice trailed off. I refrained from finishing my sentence, because it would just open up the floor to questions I had no intention of answering.
Kelly stared at me for a moment, seemingly in thought. “You poor thing.” She pouted, tracing my abs with her index finger. “My divorce wasprettyclean and easy. I mean, on my end. My ex is an investment banker in his late fifties, so… you know…”
She gave me a look, and I nodded in understanding of what she was saying. She married for the money, and she got it.
“Do you want to talk about it?” She smirked down at me, and I grinned.
“Absolutely not,” I rumbled, pulling her down to me. “I’m not going tofuck you…” She whimpered. “But Iwillmake you come.”
She giggledandI kissed her neck, while she rubbed her naked tits on my chest. It felt so odd. They were insanely firm. But her nipples were peaked, and that I enjoyed. I took one between my lips and sucked hard, making her moan.
I flipped her beneath me and worked over her nipples with my mouth, while my hand slinked between her thighs. I swirled my fingers around in her wetness, listening to her uneven breaths as I sunk two inside her slowly.
“Uh God!” She gasped with a fistful of my hair while I thrusted my fingers in and out of her hard, curling them a bit to graze herg-spot.
Keeping my eyes closed, I ground my hips against her thigh, begging for some friction relief. Kelly fisted my cock in her hand and jerked me off while I fingered her, like we were fucking teenagers.
But it was enough to keep my mind from drifting where it didn’t belong.
Don’t get me wrong, Iwas still thinking about Ben and Jess. But this time I was using them as motivation for what I was doing. In my mind, I imagined Ben and Jessica watching me, with this random lady, acting like a sexy moron. I liked it.
Ilikedthinking about them beingjealous,and thinking about me. Wanting me.Missingme.
At some point I was sure they’d move on. They would stop missing me and go back to their lives, as ifwehad never happened. But forright now,I had to believe they were feeling what I was.
