He comes back to me, kissing me while rubbing his hardness against my wetness. Finally, he starts to push himself in. He doesn’t slam into me like the others did. Instead, he moves slowly, filling me inch by inch. There’s no pain, just a feeling of amazing fullness. I wrap my legs around him and breathe out, “Ahhh.”
He starts to slowly move inside me, causing a knot to form in my stomach. My core starts to tighten, and I know something is coming, but I’m not sure what.
“That's it baby, give it to me,” Kidd grunts out as he slides in and out of me. “Feel me, baby. Feel me deep inside that sweet little cunt of yours.”
I feel him all right. I feel every inch of him. After nearly two years of feeling next to nothing, having him inside me is almost too much. “Uh huh,” I mumble, focused on the pleasure he’s giving me.
“God, baby, your pussy feels like silk. It's the best damn feeling in the fucking world. There’s nowhere I'd rather than be than sunk deep inside you, claiming you, proving you’re mine.”
His words send my body into over drive. My hips start to thrust, meeting his. Suddenly it hits me, and my entire body starts to convulse. My legs lock around him, and I let out a long moan. Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever felt this good.
I feel his pace start to speed up, and he starts to grunt each time he pushes into me. After only a stroke or two, he buries his face into my neck and growls. He’s still for a moment then starts to move in me gently. He brings his face to mine, and starts to kiss me. He kisses me in way that lets me know how precious he thinks I am.
After a moment or two, he rolls onto his side, “Thank you, baby doll.”
My sex drunk brain takes a minute to realize what he said. “Why are you thanking me?”
A shit eating grin spreads across his face. “It’s your birthday, but you ended up giving me the best present I’ve ever received.”
I can’t keep the smile off my face. “You’re welcome, I guess.”
He chuckles while getting off the bed. I watch him walk from the room, not even stopping to get dressed. In my mind, I know he’s just going to the bathroom, but in my heart, I wish he hadn’t left me. I need him now. I need him to tell me that this isn’t just a dream. I need him to let me know that he loves me every bit as much as I love him.
My eyes don’t leave my bedroom door until he walks back in the room. He comes straight to the bed and crawls in beside me. “Okay, now we can talk.”
“Talk?”
He nods, pulling me to him. “You asked about Sarah. I said we’d talk about her later.”
“Oh,” I whisper, not sure I want to talk about his girlfriend right after we had sex.
“Sarah’s a good woman. At least, she was when I first met her. But she was never you, and she knew that I didn’t have any real feelings for her. Knowing that she was just keeping me busy, while I waited for you, made her bitter.”
I saw them together enough to know that Sarah meant something to him. He can say what he wants, but I’ll never believe he doesn’t care for her. “Sarah means something to you.”
“No, she doesn’t. She could have, if it wasn’t for you. As soon as I realized you were no longer just a kid, she never had a chance.”
I’m about to ask him what he means when his cell starts to ring. He reaches to the floor and pulls it from his pants. “Yo.”
I watch as his face instantly loses its color, and he quickly swings his legs off the bed. “Where is she?”
He listens while pulling on his pants. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Kidd shoves the phone in his pocket and starts to pull on his shoes. I watch him as he continues to get dressed. He stays quiet until he slides his cut over his shoulders. “I gotta go,” he barks out, voice sounding cold.
“What?” I ask, shocked at the change in him.
He looks to me with regret in his eyes. “Sarah needs me. We’ll talk about this shit later.”
With those words, he walks out of the room. Seconds later, I hear the front door slam. I curl into a ball, letting my tears wash away my heartache. I just don’t understand how he can say he wants me, but takes off after Sarah right after he we have sex? Maybe that’s the issue, he wanted sex and said whatever he had to in order to get it.
The more I think about it, the more angry I get. I know the guys at the club use girls all the time. Shit, the guys at school do too. But Kidd is my friend. At least he’s supposed to be. Friends don’t treat each other like that. Do they?#p#分页标题#e#