Theirs To Own

Andrew Jones Fuck, the girl I am f*****g is screaming at her lungs about me giving out my tension to her and releasing my whole emotions to what I was doing to her while I haven't yet c*m. My d**k was still hard, and her c******l area was too loose after getting several d***s in her. I stopped and ushered her to go on her knees and suck me off. Unfortunately, she couldn't suck my c**k properly, and I was so sick and tired that I just told her to stop and get out. She whined, and I couldn't care less and said, "Get out before I lose my temper." She scurried out of the room that I had booked, hoping to get f****d senselessly, but it was an open clause. I had to imagine something to get myself to c*m, but nothing happened, so I decided to head for a shower to cool off at home by driving home from the hotel to my house. I got home and met Amico, my business partner and best friend, who was reading through some documents. When he looked up and saw me, he immediately asked me why I looked pissed as f**k, and I explained to him, and he laughed—yeah, right—and I wanted to smack that laughter right off his face, f*****g jerk. Amico hasn't had time to f**k any girls that I can remember because of the same thing I am experiencing. I needed someone to f**k, and she would be good and not some stick that I am trying to wear off. Amico had a friend with benefits who he contacts whenever he is horny and wants to blow off some steam. He later broke up with her as he got tired of her giving him the same old boring s*x, according to him. He wanted the same thing I needed. Someone who understood the rate at which we have s*x and knew what or when to give it to us. I needed a girl who I would take care of, f**k with, and treat like a queen. Amico was a different person; he loved the b**m and kinky stuff, but I, on the other hand, liked kinky stuff but not like him. His was a total ball game, and he was someone who loved to treat his lady right afterwards, and I was extremely tired that we couldn't get someone to do that for us. Amico and I shared a woman in the past, and how she made us fight over ourselves made it a rule to never cross that path again, even in the near future or present. Things were meant to stay the same, and I just couldn't dimly imagine us becoming overly obsessed with the same woman and beating ourselves up for her to accept one of us. While going upstairs to my room to take a shower, Amico informed me that we would be meeting the Jenkins family about a business deal and that the one in charge would be his daughter, Sarah Jenkins. I have never heard of her, and I hoped she wasn't some kind of person who throws themselves at men. I couldn't imagine the horror on her face when we regret her. I asked him when the meeting was; he said tomorrow, and the look on my face said it all about what he had told me. Amico cautioned me to always read my emails, at which point I facepalmed myself and realized I hadn't checked my emails in two weeks. Guess I've got to get myself ready for the meeting tomorrow before I flop out there. Before I forget, we run Waco Enterprise, a company that deals with dating among people, and we, the owners, had failed relationships to begin with, the horror it is and how undivided life could throw us under the bus. I went upstairs and had my bath, and thank goodness, there was food, and Amico cooked up some food from the kitchen, which I ate before deciding to get prepared for the meeting and see through all the necessary information needed for the meeting. Amico had already left and gone to the bedroom to sleep. Being the early bird that he is, he goes to bed and gets up at six in the morning. According to him, being early makes one decide what to do for the rest of the day and makes you lively for the rest of the day. Such a philosopher he is, and one who is a very meticulous person in everything he does, and someone, very passionate in what he does and a perfectionist in whatever he does. Sometimes, I get scolded by him because of my lackadaisical attitude towards work, and I thank heavens that he is my business partner. I read everything through and read them thoroughly to be sure that I knew what I wanted to use in the meeting when asked by the member of Jenkins Company, who are known as our VCs. When I glanced at the time, it was 3 a.m., and the meeting starts at 10 a.m. I decided to go to bed and wake up the following morning, prepared and ready to go to the office for the meeting I had with the company.