Emery [bxb]

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I rake Emery's pants off unceremoniously and have my mouth a hairbreadth away from his member when he gasps:  

"Stop, stop..."

"Emery..." I rasp, looking up at him. "I-I want us to share a girl..."

We've had our moments over the years, but things are different now, because of the baby; Emery clearly no longer wants to indulge in a few minutes of mindless passion if it means cheating on Aly.

"Brandon, we're not in high school anymore-"

"-but without the girl."

"Oh, Brandon..."

I hate that pitying expression. All I want is for him to admit that he feels the same way as me.

"Don't pretend like you're so high and mighty, like you don't want it too," I seethe. "You need it. You've always had daddy issues. You don't have a daddy cause he left you. When you feel lonely, abandoned, like a disappointment... Who do you come to? Me. Because you want approval and love. You wanna be held. Kissed, fucked by a man. You know it. Don't deny it."

His face reddens as though slapped.

I know I was too harsh, and way out of line.

"The last man I need is you Brandon. Selfish, inconsiderate, proud, rude, irresponsible..."

Enraged, I tackle him.