Married To Moretti

Ch 2 - Wrong or Dumb?

“Hey…” I started.

He drew me closer and kissed me right there, his tongue trying to take over mine, like he was hungry and then he pulled back.

“I missed you so much. Get on.” He said, his voice low but laced with desire.

I hopped on and lifted my face, letting the air brush against my skin as the wind scattered my long brunette hair. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms tightly around Damon from behind as the bike sped through the streets.

When we finally got inside his place, he carried me up and pushed his door open, closing it with his leg.

I held his neck, looking at him as he moved towards his bedroom. He laid me down and kissed me. His hands moved to my throat as he gripped me so hard and slammed his tongue with mine. I could feel the vanilla taste in his mouth.

I sighed, finally relaxing and letting him explore my mouth.

His hands moved from my neck to my jacket, he zipped it down and cupped my breasts, squeezing it, so hard it hurts. A sound escaped from my throat, and then, he rubbed his thumb on my n*****s.

He pulled back. “Take it off.” His voice rasped.

I slowly started with my jacket.

He pulled off his pants, his d**k propped up, pointing at me, he puts his hand on his d**k, stroking it. I watched him.

After taking off my trousers together with my pants. I reached to take off my top and paused to look at him.

“Faster.” He said stroking so fast. He was hungry tonight… acting like…

“Damon, no” I said.

He groaned and raised my top up as my breasts bounced out. I wasn’t on any bra. He welcomed it with his hard tongue. He sucked on it and bit it… “ouch” he ignored me.

He adjusted his body, his d**k was resting on the entrance of my wet p***y. “Damon…”

“Please”

“No”

And then he rubbed his d**k on it. It gave me a sweet ting but I have to control myself. So I pushed him away. Hard.

His expression changed, but his d**k didn’t relax.

“Why are you so stubborn? I let you keep your stripping job and this is how you pay me?” He sparked.

I moved closer to him, “I’m sorry, I thought you knew I wasn’t ready.” Because I always tell you this.

He stood up now. “Are you still a kid? Every night we meet, we do everything but no s*x, how does it make sense.”

I pulled my body together, hugging it tightly, “I’m sorry… please.”

“Save it,” he cut in, annoyed. My heart broke at that.

He walked away toward the bathroom, irritation written all over his face.

I buried my face in between my knees.

Am I really denying him something he deserves? Is it his right? Should I just do it and get it over with? Before I could think any further, his phone beeped on the table.

Once. Then again. And again.

I glanced toward the bathroom door. The shower was turned on.

Curiosity… or maybe instinct pulled me toward the phone. I picked it up. I remembered his password. Though I have never thought of checking his phone, I felt the urge to do that now. I unlocked the phone.

I swiped up. A message notification flashed on the screen. Lydia.

I frowned.

Lydia? Could it be my dance partner? The one who always acted like we were competing for something? I opened the message. The words on the screen made my gut twist.

Hey baby. I miss you already. Last night was great with you on my bed. Let’s do it again.

For a second I just stared at the screen. Then the anger hit.

“What the hell?” I whispered under my breath.

I swiped through his phone, opening different apps before finally landing on his photo gallery. My chest burned.

There were nude pictures of Lydia and other girls. Then I saw one of him. His d**k. I stared at it for more than a second.

I had never had s*x with Damon… but I’d given him hand jobs and blow jobs enough times to recognize it instantly. So yeah. That was definitely his.

I located my outfits and put them on, then I sat on the bed, just staring down at my feet.

The sound of the shower turning off snapped me back to reality. I quickly placed the phone back on the table just as the bathroom door opened.

Damon stepped out. Completely naked.

A towel rested loosely around Damon’s neck while drops of water clung to his skin. His dark hair was messy from the shower, and his body looked like it belonged on a fitness magazine cover. A drop of water slid slowly from his collarbone down to his chest… and to his n*****s.

Sometimes I wanted him so badly. But something inside me always stopped me. I just… didn’t feel ready. And deep down, I didn’t think I would enjoy it. This man was beautiful. But I couldn’t.

“What?” he asked suddenly.

I realized I had been staring. I quickly turned my face away. “I went through your phone,”

“And?”

I turned back towards him, disbelief rising in my chest. “What do you mean “and?””

He crossed his arms. “What did you see?”

“You’re seriously asking me that?” My voice rose a bit. “You’re f*****g around, Damon. Why are you pretending your phone is clean? Don’t you know what’s on it?” I glared at him.

“Let me explain,” he started.

But I was already grabbing my bag. He might be beautiful… and sexy, but he could also be unbelievably annoying. And I wasn’t staying for this. I walked toward the door, but he rushed ahead of me and blocked it with his body. I closed my eyes , silently counting. I didn’t want to lose my temper.

“Can you move?” I asked gently as I opened my eyes to look at him.

My eyes dropped briefly... his d**k was right there. Tempting. Maybe I should just suck on it one last time… No. Absolutely not.

He stepped closer and grabbed me tightly. “Baby girl—” My heart did skip a beat but I recovered. “I’m f*****g serious, Damon,” I snapped. “Let. Me. Go.”

He released me with an irritated sigh and walked away towards the bed.

“Fine. Get out.”

I stared at his back. We argued before. Plenty of times. And I had always been the one who forgave him. But this time? To hell with that.