Jaxon.
I've always taken the same road when I'm driving home. I never once took a different route, nor do I forget how it looks like. But for some reason, I'd never noticed the road marks so vividly before. Were they always this prominent? Were there even road marks before? Or I've never really noticed it because how busy the street can be. Considering I went home at dawn. There's no one really wondering off on the street at this time of hour. No one is driving back from their work and call it a night, during this time of hour.
I pulled my truck to the driveway and shut off the engine. The sound of the night instantly surrounds me, my neighbor's dog barking somewhere in the distant, it probably heard my arrival. I inhaled a deep breath through my nostrils and release them through my lips, my hands gripping the steering wheel.
It was such a surreal night.
I looked down to myself, a grin escaped that I could never suppress no more. Missus Anderson made such a mess on me. And I was very delighted. I couldn't stop replaying the scene in my head when she reached her orgasm, it was like I was in heaven. I watched her writhed on top of me, her shuddered breaths never fail to send chills down my spine.
I wanted to touch her,
I wanted to feel her,
I wanted to show her that I, in fact, can do more than just sat there and let her rub that fucking drenched pussy of hers on top of me.
I wanted to do more with her; I wanted to let her body experience the love that she deserves. But, if making me sat there like a dead man, would gain her trust with me; I would do it over and over in a heartbeat.
I grunted as I look down to myself, a fucking boner.
The effect that woman has on me is unbelievable.
I sat back and took another deep breath as I closed my eyes. My hands found their way to unbuckle my belt to give some form of relief for myself. All of a sudden, the sound of the atmosphere around me seems to fade away. I could hear the sound of the night anymore. I've thrown my head back against the headrest, my head tilting a bit to the side as my hand found its way to grip myself.
I awoke to a gentle warmth caressing my jaw, the soft touch of someone else's hand. With a hum, I slowly opened my eyes to behold her standing there. She was a vision of beauty, her hair cascading around her shoulders, her makeup slightly smudged but still enhancing her features. Unlike her usual fierce demeanor, she appeared serene and innocent, clad in a silk white nightgown.
I feel her inched closely to me before I felt her soft lips meeting my neck. I sucked in another deep breath before I worked my hand on my cock. Her lips dancing against my skin, her tongue grazes here and there, working her magic. My hand that was working for my release is now replaced with hers. I hissed, it felt cold at first but soon the warmth came rushing back.
"Mmmh," I hummed, my eyebrows pulled together as my eyes screwed shut. The heavenly feeling came rushing back.
I felt another hand went down to grip my balls, and that's when I release such a moan that I felt like such a slut. I'm such a slut to her mercy. In the palm of her hands, she holds the very power over me.
I let out another moan once I feel her lips wrapped around the tip of my cock. Her tongue went on teasing the slit of my tip. "Oh, Ma'am.." I moaned. She hollows her cheek as she suck me in deeper, pushing me in until I felt the back of her throat and my hand instantly met her head. By instinct, I pushed her head down even more until I hear her little choke. That makes me feral even more as I helped her bobbed up and down on my cock.
"Yeah, just like that Ma'am... Ah god." I breathed a moan. Her other hand kept playing with my balls. She then stopped sucking my cock, letting it out with a pop before replacing it with her hand. Her mouth then found its way to my balls as I let out the loudest gasp.
"Fuck, fuck." I cursed. Her hand that is fucking my cock, slides up and down so fast as her mouth keep sucking on my balls. I could feel my release catching up to me soon. And I need to cum in her mouth so bad.
"Fuck, Ma'am give me your mouth. Please." I begged. She smirked before she went up to my ear, "Give me your cum, Jaxon." And with that, she replaced her hand with her mouth and suck me off.
"Shit, fuck, I'm cumming... I'm cumming.. Ah!" My thighs shook beneath her as I shoot off my load in her warm mouth. She kept sucking my cock until the very last drop. My chest heaves up and down, sweats dripping down my body. I sighed before I open my eyes, expecting her to be there,
But she's not.
And I've been doing this all by myself.
Again, that woman effect.
*****
How do you know when someone has taken up permanent residence in your mind? It's simple, really. You find yourself lying in bed, night after night, imagining their presence beside you, their warmth enveloping you as you drift off to sleep.
For me, it's the thought of them, happy and content in my arms, that brings me the greatest peace. Their image lingers in my mind, invading every corner of my thoughts, until it feels as though they are a part of me, an essential piece of my being that I can no longer live without.
It's in the quiet moments, when the world fades away and it's just me and my thoughts, that I realize how deeply they've embedded themselves in my heart and mind. Their presence is a comfort, a constant reassurance that no matter what challenges may come, as long as they are by my side, everything will be alright.
This shows how much Missus Anderson has become something that's very dear to me. I no longer see her as something as essential as air; instead, she is the woman I crave for comfort, the one whose hand I want to hold as we walk down the street, the woman who I want to bring home and introduce to my family, proudly showing the world that she is mine and mine alone.
As the sun began its descent, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, a warm glow enveloped the beach. A gentle breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean, coaxing a small smile onto my face.
In the background, the upbeat rhythm of "L.A Story" by Sammy Adams filled the air, coming from Alex's car. We're on the hills, sipping cold beers, enjoying the music and the moment. It had been a while since I had gone out, and today felt like the perfect day to do so, with no work or responsibilities weighing me down.
I leaned back, letting the sun's rays wash over me, feeling a sense of freedom and relaxation that I hadn't experienced in a long time.
"And I don't know what I did that made this bitch still wants to see me, man. I mean, don't get me wrong; this bitch is fine... as fuck. It's just that- I feel like she's out of my league y'know? But this bitch still wants me. Huh." Alex scoffed, before he took a drag from his cigarette.
I snickered, "Pshh, why not just.. go with it? She's fine as 'fuck' like you said." My eyes darted to the ground whilst I played with the beer bottle on my hand.
"Yeah, but this is a rich bitch, Jaxon. I couldn't afford that."
"How did you even met her in the first place?" I asked.
"I was at this club that my cousin Jay hosted. It was that kind of rich fucks club, they're as trash as any original club but... It just looked richer, y'know what I'm saying?" I watched him take another drag of his cigarette before he continues,
"Then I met her. And I did what I'm best at, y'know.." Alex smirked and wiggle his eyebrows as I watch him with fake disgust written all over my face. "I butter her up with my charm, which I know would attract some lower bitch level, but I never knew she's the kind of bitch that is attracted to that." He shrugs.
"I don't know, Jaxon. I thought after we fuck, I thought she would've get the fuck away from my ass or something, but turns out, this bitch is clingy as fuck."
"Tell her to fuck off ?" I suggested, in a sarcastic way. I'd never tell any girl to fuck off. I'm more of a closure kind of guy.
"Pshh," Alex scoffed. "I know what you mean, in a vanilla way. I'm not like that. I did shut her out but it made her want me even more, damn. I don't understand bitches man. The more we shut them out, the more they be all up on our ass." I never knew that trick though...
Like I said, I'm not the type of guy who could do that to a girl that I'm talking to. If the chemistry is not right, then I would simply tell her that 'I don't think this is going to work out between us'. I preach communication. I have a strong dislike towards a kind of person that always runs away; like my biological mother. She left without any explanation and the last thing that I heard from her, was the letter that she sent months ago that I burned. Never heard of her ever since.
Alex's intonation intended to come out as something that he thinks both of us would relate. Instead of voicing out what I really think, I went along with him; nodding my head and scoffing. "Yeah.. Tell me about it."
"So, yesterday was the Andersons' party, huh," Alex remarked, casually shifting the conversation.
I pursed my lips, hesitant to delve into the details. "It was... good," I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral before I took a drink.
"Good?" Alex raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with my vague response. "What the fuck? That's not even what I was expecting to hear," he protested, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice.
"What the fuck did you expect my answer would be?" I shot back, feeling defensive.
"I know you did something, Jaxon," Alex insisted, his eyes narrowing as he studied my reaction.
There was a reason why I hadn't wanted to tell Alex about me and Missus Anderson. I knew I usually shared everything with him, but this was different. This was something I couldn't bring myself to talk about, not even with my closest friend. A part of me also have this feeling that Missus Anderson would appreciate it if no one knows about us. We hadn't officially defined whatever it was between us, if there was even anything at all. The silence since then was deafening, leaving me confused and a bit worry if I may be honest.
When the afternoon rolled around, I found myself contemplating whether I should reach out to her. But what would I even say? Without a clear direction or understanding of where we stood, every word felt like a potential misstep. The thought of initiating a conversation that might lead to nowhere left me feeling hesitant, unsure of how to proceed.
"Why do you think so?"
I watch him blew off the smoke passing from his lips. "Because... We are guys. Guys are animals. It's normal, man." He shrugs.
"I couldn't risk that. My pops needed this more than I do. I'd never screw it up. Besides, she banned me remember? And when I went there, all she did was just look at me and... She went off." To her room and waited for me to be there so she could use me on her chair to make herself cum.
"Hah," Alex laughed. "I might know one or two ways to get her to notice you."
I shook my head immediately. "No, I don't need that, man," I insisted, brushing off his suggestion.
"What? Just hear me out!" Alex exclaimed, his voice trailing after me as I headed towards his car to grab the crate of beer, ready to head back.
"Whatever it is, I'm sure it's stupid. And it's against what I usually do," I called back, already set in my decision to stick to my usual, more straightforward approach in relationships.
As I settled into the driver's seat, Alex climbed in beside me, slamming the door shut. He turned to me, a serious expression on his face. "If you want this to work with her," he began, "give the woman a cold shoulder."
I frowned, puzzled. "Why would I do that?"
"Look, you said she 'banned' you, right?" Alex leaned back, explaining his theory. "In my dictionary, that translates to her being pissed at you. I don't know why, but women are like that. It's normal for them to get pissed for nothing, but usually, it's because of something. Play her game. Give her the same treatment. Sometimes, that's what makes some women come crawling back."
I considered his words carefully. "Women are smart, Alex. Don't you think if I play her game, she'll see through it? Either she doesn't care, or she never cared at all."
"Not if she's all up in your ass," Alex insisted, adjusting his seat and pulling his cap down over his face.
I chuckled in disbelief. "And how do you know if she's all up in my ass?"
"Like I said, women often pretend not to care when they actually do. Either you matter to them, or they're struggling to make it seem like you don't matter to them."
When I settle in my bed, I chose to ignore Alex's words. I thought it was stupid to do that. Because, I don't think choosing that path would finally settle what's actually happening between me and Domenica. I think, a good conversation, could lead us to it hence why my thumb is scrolling through my contacts until it hovers over her name.
But what should I say?
Just be a man and just tell her how you actually feel I guess.
I had fun last night. You've definitely caught me off-guard, but I hope to see you more.
Delivered.
Sighing, I slammed my phone against my chest and waited for her response. My heart was racing, pounding so loudly in my ears that I could barely hear anything else. I found myself unlocking and locking my phone repeatedly, even though I knew it was never on silent. The anticipation was nerve-wracking, but I knew that I had taken the first step in being honest about my feelings.
Minutes went by and I clicked on the Message app then tapped her name to find that it was on read.
30 minutes ago.
My heart fell.
Feeling a sinking sensation in my chest, I stared at the screen. "30 minutes ago." The words taunted me, indicating that she had read my message and chosen not to respond.
I tried to shake off the disappointment, telling myself that maybe she was busy or hadn't had a chance to reply yet. But deep down, I knew that her silence spoke volumes. The minutes ticked by slowly, each one echoing the deafening silence from her end.
I couldn't help but replay our night together in my mind, wondering if I had misread her signals, if I had been too forward or too eager. The uncertainty gnawed at me, filling me with a sense of regret and longing.
As I sat there, staring at my phone, I realized that sometimes, being honest about your feelings meant accepting the possibility of rejection. It was a risk I had taken, and for some reason, Alex's words now seemed intriguing, almost like a challenge I was eager to test out.
If women are really drawn to us when we give them the cold shoulder, then maybe that's the key to getting Domenica's attention on me. I'll play it cool, act disinterested, and see if she starts to take notice. It's a risky game, but if it works, it could be the breakthrough I've been looking for.
I'm going to break the Great Domenica.
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an: if you hadn't noticed, i changed my username. ;)