This morning I realized that I had seen this girl a couple of times now, and I don't even have her phone number. Who does that? I normally don't ask, but this time I want to. I am starting to think the boys are right, I am pussy whipped, and I love it, even though my cock won't agree.
As I come downstairs and enter the kitchen, the boys are already standing there and waiting for me. Yes, it took me, much to my own frustration, a bit longer to get ready than it normally would. The reason why I need to check my appearance ten times over does go beyond me.
Just as I enter the kitchen, Leo, one of my other men who work for me, comes walking through the front door. I watch the faces of Joseph and Dominic drop, as they truly have never sat around the same table.
I turn to Joseph and Dominic, “Leo is coming with tonight; you bitches better play nice.”
I see as Dominic looks at me in disgust, &ld
I did some crazy ass shit yesterday. I don't know if I deserve a pat on the back or a kick in the but. What I do know is that I got her number, and my horny dumb ass is going to send her a message.So after carefully considering how to start it off, I come up with, “Morning, baby girl.”I wait for her to answer.A minute goes by…but she does not answer.Then another minute…yet still no answer.Five agonizing minutes drag on…and absolutely no answer.Is it too early...no...is she busy...I don't think so...is she ignoring me...maybe...should I have said baby girl...maybe not...should I do it...yes.I grab my phone and quickly send her another message.Then just as I think that I am going to wait again, I nearly fall off the bed as my phone finally lits up, “Okay, I am awake.”
I am starting to reconsider my options here. I'm not complaining; she lets me touch her, but when will she let me fuck her. Yesterday morning she let me lick her, but last night she was all hot and cold again. I am not a man that likes playing games; I am a man that gets what he wants. Right now, I am not getting what I want; I am not getting what I need. I thought I could do this thing with her, but I can't. I have needs that need filling, and right now, my cock is not filling anything.So as I enter the kitchen, Dominic is already there having his morning coffee, “It looks like you have been thinking.”I look at him rather frustrated, “What are you talking about?”He points at my face with a rather amused smile, “You got damn wrinkles over your ugly face.”“Go away.” I snap back at him, “Who is your ugly?”He only but
That was mind-blowing but not the kind of mind-blowing you write home to your mom about. There is that saying about being more talk than action. Well, I say if you are going to talk the talk, make sure that you can perform it. Don't get me wrong, she is damn cute, but that is where it ends. The chemistry was definitely lacking, and the sex, well, I have had better. That phone number ain't getting any calls from my number in the morning.So as I go to sit back at the table, Dominic only but cock his head, “I know that look.”I wave him off as I take a glass of chilled whiskey from the table, “What look?”Then he points his finger at me, waving it over my face, “That I have had better sex than this before look.”I only but smirk at him, “I did not know you get a look like that even.”“Well,” Dominic continues, “You h
I feel I could strangle her, but I feel I could grab her and kiss her so hard. She is full of shit, but she is so god damn gorgeous. She makes me just want to be with her, but I want to run away too. I think I am in way over my head, but I can't imagine being with anybody else at the moment. Even though she does not want to fucking talk to me. I think the entire world can see that she wants nothing to do with me at all, does not matter what I do, she is just not interested in me. And the first to say something about that is Dominic, “You look like you can kill someone.” I only but grunt at him as I am still looking into Ava’s direction, “More like fucking strangle.” Ava grunts back even louder at me as she looks at me from underneath those eyelashes. Emma only waves her off and continues to ask me, “Who is pissing you off?”
It is close to midnight as I make my way downstairs to the kitchen. An incredible thirst has drawn me here, must have been all that whiskey I drank. My mind wanders back to the evening spent with her so close to my body. She let me kiss her and it was nothing less than amazing. I can't help but smile at my thoughts as I reach to open the fridge door. I never care to switch the lights on, the room is filled with darknessFrom behind me, I hear a familiar voice speak, “There must be something very amusing stuck in that fridge.”“Fuck,” I immediately spin around “I did not see you there.”So only but chuckles at me, “It happens when you don't switch the lights on.”“Well,” I say as I try to reach for th light switch, “I did not think someone would be hiding in my kitchen at night.”“If I was hiding I would
Dear ReaderThank you for reading the book called, Dancing With Fate. Dancing With Fate was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published.Let me know what you think, of Dancing With Fate. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* There must be something wrong with a grown man that gets excited as he is just about to have sex, not the horny hard-on part of the excitement but knowing that he is about to have sex with the woman he is in love with. In saying this I am forced for one second to stop and just analyze what I said, a few words jump right out and kinda bring an awkward but a good-awkward smile to my face. I am excited to have sex, in fact, actual
A thin sheen of sweat builds and cools my skin as I watch her. My heart is racing, and it feels that I might have a heart attack. Every one of my senses is heightened. Then she leans forward and licks my bottom lip; I near crash and die. I reach for her hips, but she captures my wrists and places them back next to me. “No touching, Mr. DeCarlo.” She grins as she stands in front of me, still gyrating and never breaking eye contact. She turns her back to me. Her hands moved to the nape of her neck, and she stretched her arms upward, taking her hair with it until it drops. She slowly turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. “Hey,” she says. “I said, no touching.” Well, she is referring to the fact that I have my pants open, and I was fisting my cock like my life was at stake. “Baby girl, I could cut glass with this thing.” She crosses her arms, gives me a sexy smirk, and raises an eyebrow. “Do you want me to stop?” “No.” I
The next morning I wake up and she is fast asleep in my arms. She is so damn beautiful, I realize then that there is a creeping feeling, a feeling that I don't want to let go of. Before I could even consider it more her beautiful eyes light up. “Morning gorgeous.” “Morning baby girl.” “So I guess we are okay with that word.” “I guess we are.” “In that case, it is good to wake up to your face baby.” “I love the way you say that.” I roll my body on top of hers and pin her down between my arms. “I know you are trying your hardest not to just grab me and fuck me,” she says as she presses her lips gently against mine. “Whatever gave you that idea?” “It's hard and pressing against my thigh.” “That is just me happy to see you.” “Trayton that is fucking bad.” “What?” “That damn awful crap that you just said.” “I am struggling to think with you between my legs.” “Why don't you just