My Mr.Big

Fool

I continued to see James. I was more wary of him now. I still felt everything I did for him before, but now it came with hurt, and anger. It was a Tuesday night, I was at the Lantern Cafe. I was studying for a biology test. It was a lot of repetition and trying to memorize. I looked over and saw James talking to a blonde. She was cute, petite, and I could tell she liked him by the way she was twirling her hair. A blew out a big gasp of air, looking back at my notes, and rolling my eyes. I felt my chest was bubbling with fire. I wanted to run up to him to interrupt them. I kept reading, tried to go over questions, but I couldn’t focus. I looked up again, they were still talking, he looked over, and saw me looking at them. I quickly shifted my gaze back to my papers, now I wish I could disappear, leave New York completely. I was doing this to myself. He told me he didn’t want anything serious. He wasn’t mine, but I was his. Every time he invited me somewhere I went. I couldn’t say no. I wanted more than anything to spend every second with him. I started to feel hot. I got up and walked out of the cafe, making eye contact with no one. I sat on the bench next to the tree in the front. I was sick. I was physically ill. This relationship, it doesn’t even feel right to call it that, but this relationship was hurting me. I leaned back into the bench with my hands in my pockets. Maybe 10 minutes later James came out and sat next to me. He had a beanie on. He looked extra handsome when he wore a beanies. Ugh! He kissed my cheek, I stayed looking forward. “What’s wrong?” He said. “Nothing” I said. I felt like a pouty child throwing a tantrum. What I really wanted to do was grab him by the jacket and shake him. I wanted him to love me. To choose me. I wanted to ask who she was. “Want to come over tonight?” He asked casually. “Who is she ?” I said angrily. “I just met her” he said innocently. I felt furious. “I’m off in one hour, let’s go back to my place” he said grabbing my face and turning it towards him. Why did he grab my face! I felt so weak against him. He had a spell on me and nothing mattered. I leaned in and kissed him. “Pick me up from my dorm” I said as I stood up.

Once in my dorm I went to my drawers. I had bought a lingerie set before and not worn it yet. It was red and lacy. It was a thong with a matching bra. It had a pattern to it that made it look like a bondage bra. I put it on and put the clothes I was previously wearing back on. I grabbed my tooth brush, put some candles in my bag, and a condom. He called me when he was outside, I rushed downstairs to meet him. It’s as if I hadn’t been furious 1 hour ago. I had amnesia. I leaped into his arms and he picked me up as I wrapped my legs around him. We made out passionately. He gripped my ass with both hands as we kissed. f**k, I was wet.

Once in his apartment we laid down on his bed. It was late. We started kissing. I stopped him. I got up, turned off the light, leaving only the lamp on. I lit the candles and set them up on the night stand. He looked at me not saying anything. I took out the condom and handed it to him. He sat up on the edge of the bed looking at me. His gaze felt intense. He was piercing my soul. Leaving a mark on me I would never get rid of. I started undressing. I walked towards him, placing my hands on his shoulders, my breasts we’re at his eye level. He placed his hands on my hips, started exploring my naked body, gently touching the lingerie. He followed the seam down to my pus*y lips. I bit my lip and I felt my body get covered in goosebumps. This was the first time he was touching me like this. He pulled me in, bringing down the bra, so that my boob was now over it. He grabbed one and began kissing and licking. I looked down at him and I felt I couldn’t contain myself. He was gentle and slow. I lifted his shirt, revealing his hard muscular body. I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed onto him. I began kissing his neck, moving to his chest, his abs. I unbuckled him, opened his pants, and he was hard and big. I had not seen a p***s this big in real life. I took it onto my hands it was thick. I rubbed it, as I slowly went down to the floor on my knees. He was sitting again, looking at me. I looked up into his eyes, opened my mouth, and began licking while keeping eye contact. I could see the pleasure in his face, it was almost like an angry frown, and noises were now coming out of him. Deep moans. At first he let me do everything, taking it all in, then he placed his hand over my head and started guiding my mouth deeper and deeper. I felt I was going to choke, I gagged, and I think that only turned him on more. He pulled me up, threw me onto the bed, I was on my back. He licked his lips, opened my legs, and went straight for my pus*y. It felt like he was making out with me. His mouth felt big and his tongue warm. He then slowly started going towards my cli*. I leaned forward, arching my back, and grasping onto the sheets. This was too much! I was going to orgasm. I pulled him by the hair towards me, kissing his wet lips, tasting myself. He picked me up, walked towards the wall, and lifted me against the wall. I was now lifted to the point that my pus*y was in his mouth again. I raised my arms, caressing my hair, my breast. I felt secure. He was strong. He could hold me like this all day. There he was again, on my cli*. I was moaning, I couldn’t stop him now, I was going to c*m. My moans intensified I was holding his head now. He lowered me and started kissing me again. I was trying to catch my breath and he started kissing my neck. Still holding me, he walked towards the bed. This time he laid me down gently while maintaining the kiss. He reached over grabbed the condom and smoothly put it on. A little too smooth. A little to of an expert at that. He started kissing me again, licked my ear, and whispered “you’re all mine.” He went in and I felt filled, euphoric, in another world. He was going slow, to the pace of his kisses, and I felt I was high. I closed my eyes and let him take full control. He kept that position the entire time, he didn’t stop kissing me, and was firmly grabbing every part of my body. He grabbed my face with one hand under my jaw, squeezed my cheeks, and said “open” in a low, deep, demanding voice. I was staring into his eyes. I opened my mouth and he let his spit fall into my mouth.