I banged my head on the table because I thought he didn’t even check me or cook for me. But I am such a fool. He didn’t wake me up because he knew I was feeling bad. If I hadn’t gone to the kitchen I wouldn’t have seen the effort he made for me. I saw the swam soup he cooked and left a note that said:
“I didn't wake you up, don't go to the office if you can't. Eat well.”
I smacked my head against the table once again. Even with a note, I was restless and wanted to know who that woman was and why I had caught up with them in such a precarious position. That's all I'm interested in. He should also tell me who that individual was. He should explain so I wouldn't go insane. But seeing such a letter and effort sent a warm palm caress to my heart.
As I banged my head on the table I heard the sound of the car. Less than four o'clock I raised my head, folded my hands, and prayed that Adams would go straight here. My eyes were fixed on the kitchen door and just waiting for him. When it became quiet outside and the car died, I knew he was already there and coming in. I was not disappointed when he entered. In a hurry, the necktie is messy and doesn’t know where to look. When he glimpses my place, he took big steps to march towards me.
He gripped me so firmly you'd think he was afraid. My eyes widened, and I wasn't sure if I should lift my hand to embrace him, but I did anyway. As I held him back, his breathing became more relaxed. I wanted to ask him who that lady was, what our relationship was, and what I should have done to him. He did, however, respond. When he speaks, he does not remove his hug.
"That's my ex-girlfriend. She vanished without a trace. I'm not sure where she left, and they only told me she was back last week. But there's something peculiar about her; she's turned suicidal, and all she can think about is me." He had a long explanation. I didn't say anything and just listened to what she had to say next. "I told her I couldn't do it all the time since I have a girlfriend, but she grieved..."
He let go of my hug, caressed my face, and then resumed. "She simply came into my office today and acted the manner you witnessed earlier. You already know how much I love you. And I have no idea what's going through your mind right now. I will never forsake you."
I didn't let him say anything else since I'd already crushed him with a kiss. That's enough for me to figure out what's wrong with the two of us and who the woman is; he's already answered all of my questions. I am the only one who should pay attention to him.
I licked his lip, allowing him to open his mouth. I instantly entered my tongue and began playing with his hot tongue as well. I threw my hand around his neck and kissed him even though I was out of breath. My feelings for this man are unstoppable.
He groped my buttocks, carried me, and put me down on the table. As he opened my legs, my two legs dangled below. He tore my clothes, which didn't surprise me because he did it all the time. He kissed my chest first, then licked my stomach down to my sensitive area. He widened my legs more and then put his face there. He inserted his finger first, then licked my clitter.
I yanked on his hair and nearly snapped my neck to the left and right. As he hastened the exit and entrance into my hole using his finger, I pressed his face further deeper into my p*ssy. I grabbed for his trousers with a painful cock when I was no longer satisfied. I pinch it, but he grabs my wrist and holds it. I locked my gaze on him as if I was ready to shut my eyes.
“Fill me up inside. I want your huge dick.”
I felt like I was pointing a pistol at him because he swiftly unfastened his belt; I observed how he did it, and in a hurry, his proud dick was already flirting with my eyes. I was sweating tremendously since it hadn't yet dawned on me that this huge dick always penetrates me.
He inserted it into me and moved quickly. I rubbed my clit to feel the temptations. I don't think I'll ever get tired of doing all this to him. I kissed him again as he moved inside me. He kissed my neck and let him leave a mark, as he moved I heard him whisper.
“I want to introduce you to my parents. I hope you agree.” After he asked that, he shot inside me.
I just stared at him, I didn't know if I would answer what he said. We were new and he would immediately introduce me to his parents. I wanted to take him first to our province before he introduced me to his parents. I lay on the table while whispering just right for him to hear.
"I want to take you to our province first."
I saw the shock in his eyes. Maybe, he hadn’t even heard me the day before. I opened this topic to him but I didn't think that he had not heard anything even a little of what I said. I pout, I showed him I was sulking.
“Really?! I would be glad!” His eyes almost shone. I felt embarrassed because when I took Derek to our province, he was not even overjoyed.
I nodded to show him that what I was saying was true. And it was as if something throbbed in my heart when he asked enthusiastically.
"When will we leave?"