Really need this
1231 Words
VANESSA SUMMERS
“I’m serious, Kelvin. Stop f*****g around. It’s my ass on the line.”
He smirked. “I just love the way you say it. f*****g around.”
“I have some ideas and they all involve that ass of yours.” He added.
I growled seething with rage.
What he had just said would get me hornier than a love bug any other day but today was different. Today I had to prepare for an interview that meant the difference between my continued existence as a homeless person or my slow yet steady climb to living a life of comfort.
“Cut it out. You know I really need this.”
“And you know I really need you.” His eyes glowed with lust.
I shook my head in an attempt to resist a familiar voice creeping into my head. No. No way I’m considering it!
But I did. I considered it. What harm can ten minutes do? I was already asking for trouble standing there in my panties with my t**s hanging out.
“C’mon Ness.”
I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell him it wasn’t possible and I had to get dressed for the interview. I wanted to be strong enough to fight off the lustful feeling because it was the only way I could secure my future; strength.
“Fine.” I grumbled. “But please make it quick.”
“I’ll try.”
Kelvin pulled me in kissing my lips till we were on the bed. My hand laced through his soft shampooed hair. He smelled so nice and it made my n*****s hard feeling his cold flesh against mine.
He grabbed my breasts, squeezing them with care. I was trying hard to control my lust but it was too much for me to handle. With hurried breaths, I reached into his pants searching for his hard c**k. I needed to feel it.
I grabbed hold of his c**k and felt powerful as he groaned in response. I enjoyed watching him react to my touch the way he just did. It was an assurance that he was feeling the same way I was.
We touched each other all over, our hands moving freely as our lust intensified. There was no going back now. I was as wet as a fish in a bucket.
Kelvin flipped me over on the bed. Our eyes locked in a fierce showdown.
“Hurry it up.” I said breathing rapidly.
“Shut up.” He said choking me.
He applied a little pressure to his hand squeezing my throat. His d**k breached the walls of my p***y the very same minute.
“Oh yeah.” I moaned out as the pressure on my neck increased.
I was feeling a million intense sensations all at once and it was all so overwhelming. I felt like I was going to explode from the tsunami of pleasure slamming into me.
Kelvin was essential at that moment. He was everything; the nexus of my entirety. Without him, I would be lost.
His grunts quickened in the same pace as his movements and then it was over. He fell on his side.
“Don’t tell me you just nutted?” My face cringed in disappointment.
I had been so close to getting a release myself but he had beat me to it. Just one more minute and I would have been in lala land. The f*****g self-centered asshole!
I guess I’ll have to handle it myself then, I thought.
The thought of wanking the rest of the way melted away from my mind when I realized we had been f*****g for half an hour. I was already late for the interview.
A thick lump blocked my airway making my throat hurt badly. I knew I’d f****d up majorly. Maybe there was still a chance. A window.
Get dressed!
***
There was no window. I’d screwed up the opportunity of a lifetime just because I wasn’t able to control my stupid urges.
I sat on a bench outside the impressive building of the company that would definitely have hired me if they had had the chance to see my impressive resume. I’d given away a golden opportunity for a f**k that didn’t even satisfy me!
My whole body felt tight. It was like I had drowned and now I was fully submerged in the bottom. The bottom of my misery and regret.
Hot tears filled my eyes leaving me powerless to stop it from breaking forth. Don’t! Don’t be that person.
I tried to hold it back but even I wasn’t that strong.
“Let’s get out of here.” I sighed heavily.
I got off the bench walking to nowhere in particular. One last look at the building couldn’t hurt.
I turned around still walking to have a glimpse at the building when I stumbled into a hard body. The impact made me fall over getting dirt all over my blaiser.
The man standing above me was tall. I could barely see his face until he bent over to offer me a hand.
“You should watch where you’re going. I could have squashed you there.” His voice was gentle just like the smile on his face.
He had a warm trusting aura that eased the tension eating me alive.
“I’m sorry.”
It was all I could say. It was my fault after all. I wasn’t watching where I was going. His big hands closed around mine as he helped pull me up. I realized he really could have squashed me. He was an impressively big fella.
I tried to get most of the dirt off my blazer. He offered me a clean napkin and I accepted it without even thinking. He had that effect on people; a trusting aura.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you?”
“No.” I said.
You didn’t hurt me but you definitely murdered my suit…
“I’m sorry about the suit.” He said almost as if he’d been reading my thoughts.
I told him it was fine and that it was my fault after all. He didn’t need to be so nice, especially when he didn’t do anything wrong.
He tried to find out what was bothering me but I wasn’t sure about talking to a stranger about something like it.
“It can’t be that bad.” He said baiting me.
I knew what he was doing yet I couldn’t fight it.
“I f****d up an interview that would have landed me my dream job. And now here I am ― lost.”
He gave me a look that was hard to read. I got the feeling he was sizing me up which only confused me more.
“Thanks for the napkin.” I said, taking a deep breath. “I have to go now and do that thing losers do.”
“Not so fast.”
I stopped halfway taking a step.
“Do you believe in destiny?”
Oh no! Don’t tell me he’s one of those religious nut jobs.
I sighed. What the f**k have I gotten myself into. Next he’s going to offer to hold hands and sing hymns…
He smiled at me, making me cringe.
“How would you feel if I said I have a job for you?”
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