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The Break-Up

We all make mistakes.
She looked absolutely radiant today. It was as if she knew, she knew what I was going to say, and she wanted to me to know exactly what I would be missing. Not a month before she finally agreed to meet me, I had been approached by her sister, Ara.

Ara dropped by our place nearly every day. She never wanted anything, and she never made any sexual suggestions towards me. But that day, something was odd.

"Come on, I know what Tea's like. She's my sister for Christ's sake." Ara 'sympathized'. "She's a prude, she always has beenI see the two you together and it's truly painful to watch. It's sugarcoated love, and it's boring. Be honest, does she even suck your dick?"

Ara didn't let me answer before she had my pants at my ankles and my cock deep down her throat, her small, wet mouth. Her head bounced up and down on me, she massaged my balls, and never took her big, hazel eyes off of my face.

I could have objected, I could have stopped myself, I could have stopped Ara. At the same time, it felt beyond me, I felt as if I was having an out of body experience; it wasn't me with the petite woman's dyed blonde head bouncing up and down on my cock. It wasn't me who didn't realize that the love of my life was standing in the doorway of our kitchen, tears streaming down her face.

But it was.

"Baby, wait."

"Fuck you! Fuck both of you."

"Tea, I... We..." Ara tried to say, whilst still on her knees.

"Go fuck yourself, Ara. You can take him with you and finish what you started," Tea said, tears still falling down her cheeks.

Ara stood up, wiped her mouth and walked out of the apartment.


Tea closed the space between us, and put my face in her hands.

"I am not your baby. I stopped being your anything the minute you let my sister put her mouth on you."


"Get the fuck out of here."

Her eyes were the darkest I had ever seen them.

They looked the same as they do now, now that she was sitting across from me, looking as perfect as she always did.

"Having 182 missed calls from you doesn't make a lot of sense when you're just sitting here staring at me. I thought you'd have something to say." She pushed her menu aside. I knew that meant she wasn't planning on staying here very long. I was running out of time.

"I'm sorry," I said, trying to organize my thoughts.

"I thought you'd have something to say other than that."

"I can't think of anything else to say. I'm an idiot, we both know that. I let my dick control my thoughts. I really did want her to stop, I thought about telling her to stop, I was going to tell-"

" 'Tell her to stop, but then you walked in and saw us.' " she said in a sarcastic tone. "Do you really think I'm going to forgive you because you think it's my fault you didn't get to stop my sister from sucking you off? Would you have even told me if I wasn't there to catch the two of you?"

"I would have," I lied.


"What do you want me to say? Do you want me to call myself an asshole, a fuckface, an imbecile, a douchebag, the dumbest man on the fucking planet? I can do that. I can do that for hours, for days, I'll spend all of my savings making a movie about how stupid I am, give it to you and let you watch it, make me watch it, until the end of time. I just want you to touch my face again, to run your fingers through my hair, to hold my hand and take me home."

She started to reach her hand across the table, but dropped it. "I can't do that. I don't think I can look at you without wanting to scream. I..."

She didn't finish her sentence; she just walked out.

I was on the brink of tears when I felt myself standing up, running outside, around the cafe and opening her car door.

"Seriously?" she breathed out before I cut her off with a kiss.

She kissed me back.

We were in the back parking lot of the cafe. It was pitch black out. I had to take the chance.

I lifted her up by her buttocks and moved her further into the car.

"No, seriously, what do you think you're doing?" she moved her face away from mine, trying to push me away. I couldn't stop now, so I began to kiss her neck.

She continued to move my hands off of her, but I would just put them back.

She tried to move her head away from me, but I grabbed her face and forced my mouth onto hers.

Moving my hands, I shifted her into the backseat, our kiss never breaking.

I forced myself between her legs. "Stop," she said against my mouth. Her hands were weak on my chest. I kissed her harder, and moved my hands up her dress.

"Stop." I bit her lip and stroked the outside of her panties.

She was wet.

I never wanted anything in my entire life as much as I wanted her in that moment.

She grabbed my hand and tried to move it away, trying to push my body off of hers. She had no chance, she was no more than 120 pounds and I was nearly a foot taller than her.

"Please," she said, her voice weak.

I looked into her eyes, and they were pleading as much as she was. But I saw no fear, only hurt.
Hurt that I caused. I didn't want to hurt her, I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to let her to know that I loved her.

I began to pull her underwear off when she grabbed my hand. I locked my green eyes with her dark brown and watched as I pushed my middle finger in her.

She sighed and closed her eyes, so I entered another, and began to pump them in and out.

Her body rose and fell with each pump. My entire hand was becoming drenched.

Seizing the opportunity, I pulled down my pants and stroked myself; I'd been hard since I saw her walk in the cafe, not even an hour ago.

She opened her eyes to look at me, her beautiful body dimly lit by the streetlights.

I kissed her, and held her face with one hand as I slowly guided myself into her with the other. Her eyes rolled back as I began to thrust in and out as hard as I could without hurting her. I wanted her to feel me, all of me, to feel how much I needed her.

She grabbed the head of the passenger seat, trying to pull herself up, away from me, but I held her in place, my thumbs pressing into her small hips. She dug her nails into the seat and moaned.

"Say my name." I groaned, pressing my body on top of hers. She dug her nails into my back and tightened her legs around me. I knew she wouldn't, she never said my name when she was angry with me.

"Say it." I growled, circularly rubbing her clit with my thumb.

She put her hands above her, trying to absorb my thrusts. I smashed my lips with hers, and she moaned loudly into my mouth. I don't know why, but I needed to hear it. I needed to hear it from her. I moved my mouth away from her face. "Baby, please." I groaned into her neck. "Say my name."

"GAAAAAAAV-IIIIIIIIIIIIIN." she groaned. I felt her walls clench hard around my cock and her legs squeeze against me as her back arched and her orgasm took control of her.

That was all I wanted and my body knew.

I jerked up inside her, cumming so hard I had to drag it out, pump by pump.

We lay in the backseat for a while, and I wanted desperately know what she was thinking. I wanted to tell her what had just occurred had been the best sex of my life. I wanted to tell her I loved her. I wanted to tell her she was perfect.

She interrupted my thoughts, when she lifted her hand to touch my face, and her other to rub my hair repeatedly.

I took one of her hands and made it hold mine.

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