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Before he can say anything, I scoot back, letting him slide out of me and holding my hand over my pussy so I can avoid his semen from going on my bed.
“Catch yourself,” I tell him, and he holds his hand over the tip of his dick, which I can still see white oozing from it a little bit.
He immediately sits on the bed, facing me in the dark, waiting for me.
As I head to the bathroom and turn on the light, my eyes hurt from the sudden onslaught of the brightness.
When I remove my hand, I see the very thick white load that almost looks clumpy.
The fact that it's this thick and this kind of texture tells me that he doesn't ejaculate a lot.
I wonder if I'm the first woman he's actually ever been with like this and how long it's been.
I can't believe I had sex with King.
And it wasn't just sex… it was fucking mind-numbing amazing sex. Holy shit.
No man has ever fucked me to the point where he knew every single thing to do to make me feel like I was in ecstasy the whole time.
Fuck drugs, I want this .
This is crazy. How can he… man, what the fuck?
I'm in trouble.
God damn it.
I really shouldn't have slept with him because now… now this is all I want. I thought I loved him before, but now I'm in trouble.
And damn it, now I want to cry because he doesn't feel the same way about me, and he's going to go back to telling me that his faith is important and all that bullshit. Now that he's gotten what he wants, he's probably going to lose interest in me. Just like Tyler did.
The only way to deal with that is to get to it before he does.
Bringing him a rag, I'm surprised to see him, his shirt back on, penis still exposed, lying back flat on his back on top of the covers, his penis now soft but still really big, lying down like a sleeping snake on his lower belly.
“I already used tissue,” he states, nodding toward the wastebasket by the bed as he laces his fingers behind his head. He watches me with a faint smile, looking remarkably comfortable, or at least, I think he is. I’m not sure.
“Oh… okay,” I tell him, trying to sound confident and nonchalant as I lie down on my side under the covers.
My panties are still off, too wet to wear, but I like sleeping in my shirt, and as I slide under the covers he does too.
What is he doing?
Whatever. Maybe he's going to turn away from me now.
Turning on my left side, my back to him, I try my best to go to sleep. My pussy still feels wet, sore, and like it had one hell of a workout.
King sighs, and I nearly flinch as his right arm slides under mine. He spoons me, pulling me tight against his chest until his chin is nestled in the crook of my neck.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
Dammit. Don't you dare fucking cry. Don't you fucking do it.
“Yep,” I manage to get out because anything else and I'm going to end up crying like an idiot.
“Did I hurt you?” he whispers in my ear.
Why is he being so nice?
“I liked it,” I admit in my own whisper.
“Me too,” he replies.
Honestly, I expected him to be like ‘we got to ask God for forgiveness’ or ‘ come pray with me right now,’ but he doesn't do any of that.
Part of me wants to ask him if he regrets it… but knowing King, he would say that all on his own. But he has enough pillow etiquette to not say anything, to know that this is exactly what I needed.
“You don't have to stay if you don't want to stay,” I say, feeling my self-esteem dip for no reason.
“Do you think I want to leave?” he asks, his voice carrying a weight of maturity that makes me feel small.
“I don't know.”
“Yes you do,” he whispers back, holding me even closer.
A single tear escapes. “Aren't you going to regret this? With God, I mean?”
There's hesitation and him taking a deep breath behind me. I wish I could see his face.
“That's between me and God. Yes, we did sin.”
Oh, here we go.
“But… I'm going to have to ask God to forgive me… and I will. But right now we can just sleep.”
“Don’t you want to sleep in your bed where it's comfortable?”
“I wouldn't feel comfortable sleeping in my bed knowing that you're sore,” he whispers, and I can’t help but smile. He’s still here, despite every out I’ve given him.
I'm glad he's here.
It's on the tip of my tongue, my emotions and me being extremely vulnerable to tell him I love you.
Because I do. Even if he and I never end up together, I think I'll always love him.
We have something that bonds us. We're not each other's type maybe, but…
it's crazy how this extremely Christian guy can kiss like a prince and fuck like a rockstar.
Falling in love with him is not an option.
But what if he never wants to see me again?
What if he decides that I'm once again a threat to his faith?
What if he ends up being with—
“Erica?”
“Yes?”
“You're overthinking,” he states.
Wait, did I say something out loud? Can he hear my thoughts?
“Um, what do you mean?” I try to save face.
“I can feel you thinking.”
“How do you know?”
“It's obvious. You're not going to sleep.”
“But how do you know I'm overthinking?”
He chuckles softly against my neck. “Well, now I definitely know you are.”
I say nothing because I don't want to admit to him the stuff I'm thinking.
“Go to sleep. I liked what we did. I'll deal with it. I'm not going anywhere,” he says.
And just like that, even though it shouldn't, those little assurances he's just giving me make me smile and drift off to sleep.
I'm so happy. He drifts off first. As I hear him lightly snore behind me, I start to drift off too.
Something pulls me out of my sleep right before I go under though. It's King mumbling behind me.
He's still spooning me so I can't really move. My head swivels slightly to the right, trying to look over my shoulder.
“King, are you okay?” I whisper.
He doesn't reply, just keeps mumbling.
“Gia… no.” His voice is barely audible.
I lean against him a little more. I turn my head more so that my right ear can catch what he's saying.
“Gia… don't leave… don't leave… I love you… please…” His voice trails off into gibberish, but that same name keeps coming up.
Gia.
The same name I heard him call in his sleep when we were stranded out in the forest.
Just like that, all of the good feelings I was just experiencing a moment ago are gone because who is Gia?
I know that King is not my boyfriend, and technically we're not in a relationship, but clearly whoever this bitch is made enough of an impact that he's still having dreams about her. And for some reason, him having a dream like that right after fucking me sours my whole mood.
Who the fuck is Gia?
To be continued…
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