again. Venessa taught me never to stay on my stomach exposing my back, so I arch up, forcing him to loosen his hold. He isn’t giving me any special treatment, and I like that. Once he’s up as high as I can take him I’m able to flip myself onto my back where I can use my legs.
He renews his efforts by adjusting himself to subdue me while I’m on my back. My legs, however, are long and wicked strong, so I use them to launch him several feet back giving me a chance to get to my own. Now I’m standing, so when he charges me, I counter and he misses, barely. Holding myself back because I love playing with him, I give him a chance to right himself and when I turn to counter him again, I’m on the ground with me knees parted and his fist inches from my face.
Shit.
T hank fuck she turned around so she didn’t see my boner. The back and forth foreplay has me rock hard.
Jesus, the girl can flirt. She actually responded to my attempt at flirting, which was fucking embarrassing.
“Why touch a boy when you can play with a man?” Fuck! Who says shit like that?
Oh right, I do.
Telling her to turn around was partially to get her attention elsewhere so she wouldn’t see the wood I’m sporting, but it was also to catch her off guard.
I decided again to take Venessa’s advice to treat her as I would Venessa.
I’d never hold back with her, so as much as I don’t want to hurt Macy, if she wants to be an equal then I’ll show her what that’s about.
Taking her to the ground harder than I intended made me feel like a bastard. But when she broke my grip instantly, I realized she can take what I’m dishing out, so I grabbed her again just as hard.
She managed to get herself onto her back, then propelled me at least four feet back allowing her to get to her feet. Okay, so that was hot and a little unexpected.
Giving her no time to get her balance I rushed her, but she moved just before I could grab her. Her mistake was not taking me down when my back was to her, so righting myself, I turned quickly and took her back down to the ground. Within seconds I secured her wrists above her head, use my knees to spread her legs, weakening her further. I released my right arm leaving, my left holding both her wrists and brought my arm back and down, stopping just before connecting with her beautiful face.
Two things happened when she realized she’d lost.
The first was defeat.
The second was desire.
She knew I’d won, but was as excited as I was about our current position.
Then, like a switch went off, her face went flat and a wall went up.
My princess doesn’t like to lose.
“Get up,” I say extending my hand “Let me show you what you did wrong.”
“I don’t need help,” she says. “And I know what I did wrong.”
“Well?” I ask.
“I didn’t take advantage when your back was turned.”
“Why didn’t you then?” I ask.
“Because, I was staring at your ass?”
“Can’t blame you,” I say. “Seriously, why didn’t you?”
“I don’t know,” she says, shrugging. “It didn’t seem sporting.”
“Come again?” I ask, instantly pissed off “Sporting? There’s nothing fucking ‘sporting’ about survival, Princess. If your attacker turns his back to you, use it. Do you want to get raped or killed, is that it?” She flinches and I realize I crossed a line, but I can’t back down now.
“Why are you yelling at me?” she asks. Now that’s a great question.
“Why?” I yell even louder. “Because criminals aren’t ‘sporting’ Macy, shit! I don’t know what the fuck we agreed to, but you do not belong here!”
“Watch that tone, Rafe,” says Venessa inching toward me
“Relax,” I say walking away. “Worry about you. ”
Fucking Venessa.
Today’s lesson, kids? Practice what you preach.
I turned to walk away to cool off, because I had no right yelling at Macy like that. But fuck! She’s just too soft-hearted for this shit.
Venessa, however, is
He renews his efforts by adjusting himself to subdue me while I’m on my back. My legs, however, are long and wicked strong, so I use them to launch him several feet back giving me a chance to get to my own. Now I’m standing, so when he charges me, I counter and he misses, barely. Holding myself back because I love playing with him, I give him a chance to right himself and when I turn to counter him again, I’m on the ground with me knees parted and his fist inches from my face.
Shit.
T hank fuck she turned around so she didn’t see my boner. The back and forth foreplay has me rock hard.
Jesus, the girl can flirt. She actually responded to my attempt at flirting, which was fucking embarrassing.
“Why touch a boy when you can play with a man?” Fuck! Who says shit like that?
Oh right, I do.
Telling her to turn around was partially to get her attention elsewhere so she wouldn’t see the wood I’m sporting, but it was also to catch her off guard.
I decided again to take Venessa’s advice to treat her as I would Venessa.
I’d never hold back with her, so as much as I don’t want to hurt Macy, if she wants to be an equal then I’ll show her what that’s about.
Taking her to the ground harder than I intended made me feel like a bastard. But when she broke my grip instantly, I realized she can take what I’m dishing out, so I grabbed her again just as hard.
She managed to get herself onto her back, then propelled me at least four feet back allowing her to get to her feet. Okay, so that was hot and a little unexpected.
Giving her no time to get her balance I rushed her, but she moved just before I could grab her. Her mistake was not taking me down when my back was to her, so righting myself, I turned quickly and took her back down to the ground. Within seconds I secured her wrists above her head, use my knees to spread her legs, weakening her further. I released my right arm leaving, my left holding both her wrists and brought my arm back and down, stopping just before connecting with her beautiful face.
Two things happened when she realized she’d lost.
The first was defeat.
The second was desire.
She knew I’d won, but was as excited as I was about our current position.
Then, like a switch went off, her face went flat and a wall went up.
My princess doesn’t like to lose.
“Get up,” I say extending my hand “Let me show you what you did wrong.”
“I don’t need help,” she says. “And I know what I did wrong.”
“Well?” I ask.
“I didn’t take advantage when your back was turned.”
“Why didn’t you then?” I ask.
“Because, I was staring at your ass?”
“Can’t blame you,” I say. “Seriously, why didn’t you?”
“I don’t know,” she says, shrugging. “It didn’t seem sporting.”
“Come again?” I ask, instantly pissed off “Sporting? There’s nothing fucking ‘sporting’ about survival, Princess. If your attacker turns his back to you, use it. Do you want to get raped or killed, is that it?” She flinches and I realize I crossed a line, but I can’t back down now.
“Why are you yelling at me?” she asks. Now that’s a great question.
“Why?” I yell even louder. “Because criminals aren’t ‘sporting’ Macy, shit! I don’t know what the fuck we agreed to, but you do not belong here!”
“Watch that tone, Rafe,” says Venessa inching toward me
“Relax,” I say walking away. “Worry about you. ”
Fucking Venessa.
Today’s lesson, kids? Practice what you preach.
I turned to walk away to cool off, because I had no right yelling at Macy like that. But fuck! She’s just too soft-hearted for this shit.
Venessa, however, is
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