Pressing my lips to her ear, I growled, “That’s it baby… feel that dick deep inside of you. “Man,” Dillon finally said, “that sucks. At least, it had for me. So, that’s what I was to her: an option. I reached under her and cupped a heavy breast, kneading it roughly as I got closer to exploding in her. She was kinky and perverted, and there wasn’t much that shocked her. She was at a comfortable weight with just a bit extra to make her ass and tits even more formidable. “Me too.”
“Are you okay? I released my hand from around her throat and cupped the side of her face with it. She here?”
I took a sip of my coffee and stared at it as I placed it on the table, unsure how to explain the situation to Dillon when I was still coming to grips with what happened. “Bitch…”
I snorted at his single-word response to my shattered relationship. Then she muttered something under her breath. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
“I’m sorry.” She finally looked up at me, tears streaming down her face, and I knew this wasn’t a fucking joke. “What do you mean then?”
“I don’t think I’m going to move,” she replied.
