BlackDSM

One Love Cut From Two Cloths

Katrina had been ordering a sweet latte, her favorite kick to the morning. She loved the cafe in her small town, she knew everyone there they were all lovely people. All but one, Miles was the person who usually ended serving her usual lattes. The days he did the latte didn't taste as sweet on the days he made it. His very existence pissed her off, the way he talked to her, the way he looked at her in a demeaning way no matter what she was doing. It wasn't Miles who was taking her order but she could recognize his broad shoulders behind making other people's orders. While Miles' body language,personality,and attitude pissed Katrina off like no other thing on this Earth, his spacious body structure she didn't mind. She didn't just not mind she adored his body. She despised the thought that went through her head when their hands occasionally touches when she handles her warm latte. She doesn't like liking him, it disgusts her in fact the ideas that run through her head, his big muscular hands gripping her large ass and moans escaping her breath as he rocks against her. She couldn't help imagining making love with him in a soft bed as her eyes grazed his wide seemingly perfect body. She wanted to take in all of him and oh how she wanted her hands to be on all of his body. Miles turned around as soon as she imagined her small hand on his gargantuan and bulging cock like he could almost sense the more than inappropriate thoughts running through her mind. She blushed when her eyes connected with his brown eyes. They were beautiful, his eyes reminded her of beautiful dark chocolate, they were surrounded with thick eyelashes he physically speaking turned her on. She did have butterflies in her stomach and other places that usually got dismissed by his not so perfect personality traits which seemed to overpower her desperate lust for him, the desire for him to sit down and open his legs and let her sit on him naked and rock his world while he grabbed her volumptuous ass. She immediately looked away from his perfect eyes and even more perfect jaw line. Looking at the careless worker taking her order, she nervously pulled her card out of her small wallet her hands shaking. She received the lukewarm latte, that others might dislike she was quirky so she liked it. No matter how annoying Miles' small habits were he had certain things that flattered her as well, that didn't matter though she just had to get to her studio apartment as soon as possible she had to finish her book by 12pm and it was already 10am, she only had a few hours to finish a chapter and reread 3 chapters making sure her lack of sleep didn't completely sabotage her book. She quickly turned around and tried to rush out of the door. She felt something slap her ass. It wasn't Miles, she knew that for a fact. It was a defiling slap she knew Miles, despite his flaws, would never defile someone sexually. Katrina was quite curvy and matured quickly, which led to her being bullied and quick slaps and catcalls were regular when she was growing up and even worse when she moved from Beaufort to New York City. She had been traumatized by this mistreatment, so this quick sexual defilement by a man had made her pause and turn around to see a man maybe two inches taller than her dressed in a suit with blonde hair gelled to the side. He had a smirk on his face, until he saw Miles approaching him with anger in his eyes. His large frame and furrowed brows scared her, but she was comforted by the fact she knew it wasn't her that should be afraid. Miles would never physically hurt her. She didn't want Miles to see her cry so she ran out the door spilling her favorite drink as she ran, it was lukewarm so it didn't burn, but the stress of this whole thing did make her cry. She got to her apartment quickly, it was only a block away. She ran inside and stripped her clothes, a shower always helped her destress and the situation was certainly making her stressed. Imagining Miles protecting her turned her on like no other being could. After she got out of the shower, she opened her bedside drawer and masturbated at the bare thought of Miles broad body fighting for her, his property. As she wrapped up, she heard a heavy bang at the door. She opened up the door to see Miles standing there, his dark skin looked so delicious in the white apartment light. His eyes weren't annoying like they usually were. They were seducing her. His eyes were basically removing her clothes for her, she awoke from this fantasy when he sighed and said "I'm so sorry. You don't deserve mistreatment, you deserve so much more Kat." His reminder of another man's folly reminded her of all the tears she cried and she just wanted something to ease her pain, preferably his cock inside her, but whatever works. Katrina felt such a mixture of emotions and so many questions. Kat? When did he come up with that nickname? How the fuck did he follow me here? Was he here the whole time I masturbated while thinking of him? Did he hear the moans of his name? All Katrina could squeeze out was " Um... oh. I'm sorry, thank you." She could feel her heart beating through her ears, she felt the heat on her face, it felt hot enough that if you poured water on it the water would boil. She wanted to escape his grasp she couldn't help being around him and not touching him. She shut the door while looking down, realizing she didn't have much material on, only a bra with booty shorts, she loved how they made her fat ass look good. She felt so embarrassed and awkward. "Why did this have to happen to me? Only me?" she thought. The door was shutting when Miles' arm reached up quickly and said " Talk to me Kat. Listen, I'm sorry for the way I treated you it wasn't meant to turn out this way. I just need you to talk to me. Tell me you're okay and I will go. I just want ti know that you are okay, and I need to know you feel safe." Kat looked down and started to cry. Miles released the door and scooped her up with no trouble. His strong and large body could carry her around with no issue. He set her in her bed and pulled the covers around her and raised his arm to bring the messy hair in her face behind her ear. She had forgotten about all the times he annoyed her and made such snarky comments. She only knew what was happening at that exact moment, his eyes she adored gazing from her eyes to her lips over and over. He quickly closed his eyes when your breath started to slow and he raised himself from the bending position he was in. Kat quickly lifted herself and said " No, wait. Please don't leave, I want you— to stay." She bit her lip and closed her eyes to open them up with a stare that hypnotized Miles. He walked away, Kat released her lips and dropped her head, all her hair falling down. She sighed at the slam if the door. Then the door locking. He was there, he wasn't leaving he was locking the door. He came back as he entered the door frame, he pulled off his shirt in one swift motion revealing his abs sculpted by God, in fact his whole body looked like a beautiful sculpture carefully sculpted by an artist. He was truly flawless. As his shirt was off his hungry eyes were revealed. His eyes only would be satisfied by one thing,me. He got down on his knees, still taller than Kat, because his large frame.( Kat was so so smol and weak) He grabbed Katrina's shaking hand and asked " Kat, what do you want from me. Tell me anything that you desire and I will fucking die to get it for you. I love you anything on this Earth, I will get it for you. I fucking love you." He released her hand and grabbed her thigh making her have butterflies everywhere. Kat could barely speak she could only manage one simple word "you" she meekly said. The idea of him giving himself to her and sharing intimacy with him. She wanted Miles so bad. She wanted to share love and life with him. She wanted to touch him. She wanted there souls to intertwine. To make a bond so strong no force could break the love they had formed. Miles knew what she wanted and he wanted to give that to her. " Oh Katrina, oh sweet innocent Katrina. How I adore you and all your deep burning desires." He strides from the left side of her bed where he was kneeling down and she was still. His eyes resembled the hungry eyes of a starving lion, ready to devour. She was his prey for him to take and own as a whole. Miles walked around the bed to the right side where he reached to the bedside table. " oh fuck- no no no. Did he hear my mouth moaning for his sweet name?" Kat thought. He pulled open the drawer, the metal handle clinking and the crisp sound of wood sleekly sliding against wood. There were only a few things in that drawer, things she only used when thinking about him and only him. He pulled out her item from her nightstand, as he fondled it she thought of all the times she had wished it was him rocking against her core, his fingers moving back and forth. This thought was enough to make her moan. She desired his body against hers. She desired for him to fondle every part of her body and for them to praise each other and for her to kiss every part of his muscular body. Kat only desired him, she would die a happy woman as long as they could intertwine their souls through this significant act of intercourse. She couldn't imagine her life with anyone other than Miles. Miles fondled the button that would make her have flashbacks to all the times she moaned his sweet name, but he never got to consensually hear it. He slowly got on the bed, never breaking eye contact with Kat once. He climbed to where she lie paralyzed by the overwhelming mix of shock and utter excitement. This desire she had been fantasizing for so long was in her grasp. He dropped her item on her lap and leaned in close to her ear to seductively whisper " Turn it on." He pronounced every letter making it a command i stead of a sexual sug