the smell of whisky rolling off his tongue, “I’m not interested in dirty seconds. I wouldn’t fuck you tonight if you got down on your pretty little knees and begged me.” Gasping in a shocked breath, I pull on my arm again, furious that he thinks he can talk to me this way. “I would never hurt you, Addison, but you’ve destroyed me.”
He releases my arm and staggers to his front door, never looking back.
My heart feels like it’s on a race to nowhere. Her scent is everywhere, her being a permanent fixture in my apartment. Every time I close my eyes, haunted green ones stare back at me. I’m not sure I’ll ever sleep again.
I have a raging headache and it feels like I swallowed a thousand cotton balls. I’m also completely naked and have a wicked case of morning wood. The smart me should go over, knock on her door and talk this out. Figure out exactly what it was I walked into last night, but the stubborn me, the part that reminds me I am my father’s son, no matter how hard I want to prove everyone wrong, wants her to come crawling back to my side. Beg a little harder for my forgiveness.
God, I’m such a prick sometimes.
The strong scent of coffee begins to filter throughout my room, and my hopes rise that she’s already here, knowing how much I need her. I hear footsteps in the living room, she’s trying to be as quiet as possible, but the walls are so thin, there’s no way I can’t hear the creak of the wood floor and gentle closing of the refrigerator door. Her soft footsteps near my room and my dick instantly reacts.
Awesome, we can hash this out right here and then get to making up, because I miss my morning girl.
Throwing the covers off and laying back on my arm, I can’t wait for her to see how much I fucking need her. My cock begins to pulse, understanding it’s about to go home and I get the sudden urge to stroke myself. Knowing how much that one act drenches her sweet core. Slowly I grip my cock and slide my hand up and down the hard length. My hangover is quickly vanishing and my desire is growing stronger by the second as my door slowly begins to open. I’m pulsing in my palm, her lust filled eyes invading my thoughts and shining bright. Her luscious lips opening in desire as I conjure up the best image of her I can, waiting for her to open that damn door all the way and replace my hand with her mouth.
My body is trembling, my hand working myself into a frantic need for release. It feels like it’s taking forever for that door to completely open and my balls are beginning to tense, my gut coiling up tight as my orgasm starts to crest. I try to hold off, try to still my hand needing to watch her face as I come, but it’s useless. My hand pumps faster, my grip tightens and her eyes shine brighter, her tongue juts out licking those perfectly curved lips. I’m done for, semen spurting out of my cock, my fist gripping myself tight as with a loud groan, I come all over myself.
Sitting straight up in bed, I’m covered in my own semen, my apartment silent, and the bedroom door firmly shut.
What. The. Fuck?
A dream. A fucking vivid as hell wet dream that I haven’t had since I was fourteen. That woman is going to make me lose my fucking mind. My heart is pounding furiously, and I’m panting as sweat coats my skin. And while I do have the makings of the world’s worst hangover, there is a lingering scent of coffee in the air.
Even after an intensely satisfying orgasm, I’m still sporting an enormous hard on as my body realizes what it craves is the real deal, not some conjured up image of my morning girl, but her, in all her perfect glory.
The excitement of having Addison here in the flesh begins to fade as memories of last night filter through my confused state. Matt, whiskey, Addison in nothing but a blanket her eyes filled with anger, and I was such a dick.
She let him put a ring on her finger. I couldn’t stay there and watch her struggle to take it off, couldn’t see another man’s mark on her body. It took enough strength not to kill