trailer, and a shiver of excitement ran up my spine. The hours today had been
brutal, long, and I was tired.
couch and opened the browser. I knew who it was. Not one motherfucking doubt in
my mind. It was her.
girl. The woman who had, unbeknownst to her, consumed every goddamned minute of
my days and nights.
account—the one no one knew I kept—and smiled. Every day, at that time, she
would send me the same greeting.
endearment when all I wanted—fucking yearned for—was a taste of her skin. For
her to writhe beneath me while I took what her body would willingly give.
smiling face makes it all better.
her profile picture, my palm pushing down against my engorged flesh to
alleviate some of the pain she’d created. Conjuring dirty thoughts of her, I
released my cock and stroked my hands downward once.
swiped across my slit to catch it—used it on my next downward stroke as
cock while opening her pictures. There was one album I loved more than all the
others. All her. No friends or family on the beach. Selfies taken of different
body parts: her legs, chest…those swollen, bee-stung lips that caused me to
push my hips up and fuck my hand.
face. Only a few days left!
strokes became faster, angrier as I continued to flip through each picture.
There’s nothing sexier to me than a woman with ink.
picture of her tiny rabbit tattoo barely peeking out from beneath her bikini
bottoms. “I’m going to fucking come all over that spot, you hot little…fuck!” I
roared as spurt after spurt of hot come fell from my tip and onto my lower
pray hard. I’m going to fucking destroy you as you have done me. Not one single
inch of you will remember any man before me.”
himself couldn’t stop me from coming to see you.
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would. As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned. Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn’t until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.
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