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After graduating from high school, Delilah Kingston gets a job at her brother's best friend's company.
She thinks that her life is absolutely fine the way it is right now. But is she really fine with how it is or will she need something...
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It was the next morning. The sun is already shining in trough the windows. I wake up, laying on my back as I look to my right. Yeah, no. It wasn't a dream. She came back. I don't know how it would've been if she wouldn't have drank yesterday but that doesn't matter. She's back. And being honest, I didn't even have to do much for it. Delilah lays on the side, facing me while she uses my arm as her pillow.
I also turn to the side and place a soft kiss on top of her chest, then on her forehead as I pull her close to my body so that our bare chests are touching and I can place my face into her neck to also place a kiss there.
My body calms down immediately but because of the close contact of our naked bodys touching, something else is more awake than anything else. I put my face away from where it was and look down at her sleeping self as my free hand trails from her cheeks to her jaw, neck, breasts, stomach and then to the area where I need her most right now.
My fingers slide between her legs, parting them with her bare folds and insert one finger and my thumb starts rubbing her sensitive nub. Soon, I earn a whimper and after that a quiet moan from her, as I push in another finger and speed up my pace.
"Morning." She says with a smile. She hides her face with her palms while she stretches and moans at the same time. With the hand that's arm is under her head, I move her right hand away from her face and she does the same with her left one, moaning again.
"Morning." I respond to her as I kiss her nose and get up to hover over her, my fingers still inside her. She arches her back so that our chests touch again and I soon replace my fingers with my rock hard cock. No sound escapes her lips. She just opens her mouth and looks up at me while rolling her eyes into the back of her head. Still no sound. And that doesn't stop even when I start moving inside her. She just looks at me with her mouth wide open.
I lean down to kiss her and pick up my pace. I couldn't do the following thing with most women I was in bed with it but I know that she likes it. So I move one hand between us and rub her again while I spit into her mouth that now lets out a loud cry of pleasure as her first orgasm rushes over her. She is beautiful... Absolutely beautiful.
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It's now late afternoon and Delilah insisted on ordering chinese food to my place. So we did that. We sat on my sofa and watched a movie while eating. "You know he's not supposed to be up here, Del." I look at her. Tiago is laying on the sofa, his big head on her thighs and waits for the moment Delilah 'accidentally' drops something so that he can eat it. "But I love him soooo much. And he wants something comfortable to lay on too. And I want to cuddle him so he's staying here."
Arguing with her about things that the dog is allowed to and not is senseless so I just let it be and continue watching the movie. "This place is way too huge for just one person." She suddenly says out of nothing. "I live with a big dog. He needs his space." She chuckles at me and takes another portion of her noodles to her mouth. "Don't you look for a girlfriend? Why waste your time with me and not find something real?"
"I'm happy with the way my life is right now." "Mine too, but-," "Angel. I said I am happy the way my life is right now." She smiles at me. Simply just smiles.
"What will you do about the thing with Amalia? What if she finds out again?" I can hear the worry in her voice and I can understand her. I really can. "I'll take care of it, okay? You don't have to worry about it. I promise." There it is again. That god damn smile. She puts her food away and straddles my lap as she pulls my pants down my hip and kisses me. "What are you doing?" "Making up for one week of no sex. What else does it look like?"
Monday morning. The first thing I did was to call Amalia into my office. As I tell her to come in after she knocks I sit myself properly in my seat and watch her come into my office. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Travino?" Amalia smiled at me as good as she could because the amount of plastic in her face made it obviously hard for her to do so. "Do you have something to tell me?" Her attempt of a smile faded as quick as it appeared and she starts seeming to become nervous.
"N-no I don't think so, Mr. Travino." Now getting up from my chair, I lean against my desk, Crossing my feet at my ankles. "No? You didn't tell me about your try of becoming a photographer? An erotic photographer where you make photos of people fucking without their permission? Or is it called stalking?" "Mr. Travino, I-"
"I could make a complaint about this, Amalia. Why did you do this?" Her face is as red as a tomato and her nervousness is not hidable anymore. "You replaced me" She says. Is she serious? Her dumbness makes me laugh and I pinch the bridge of my nose. "You have to explain something to me there, Amalia... How are you replacing someone that doesn't even has one?"
"Don't you feel that there's something going on between us?" She is seriously starting to piss me off there. "We fucked once, Amalia. One time. Two fucking years ago. And I was wasted then. Did you really think that I haven't fucked women in these two years in Europe. Or even before Europe? I also fucked two other women the night I fucked you. That's why I left right after. I needed my release and I couldn't get it from you. So give me your phone and let me delete these fucking pictures or so help me god, I will call the cops on you."
I am furious. She hands me her unlocked phone and shows me the photos. They were hot. But I deleted them and made sure that no copies were made. "I'll send some papers to companies that would love to have people like you working for them. Pack your things and be gone by tomorrow. We're done now. You may leave."
Satisfied with myself, I plop into my chair and watch her leave out of the office. "You two deserve each other." Is the last thing she says and closes my door loudly behind her.
