After having a perv stare at me while I ate breakfast, I had the sudden motivation to get dressed. (Gee I wonder why).
That perv...... why the hell is he still here anyway?!??!?! I brought a Palm my forehead and let out a long frustrated sigh. I grab black pants and a gray hoodie from my drawer.
"Hey, mind if I come in?" I freeze as I hear Mr Ramey's voice at my door. Nooo, don't come in.... I turn slowly and glare at Mr Ramey. If looks could kill, he'd be a dead man.
"Fuck no!" I pull on my pants and, without putting on a shirt, pull on the hoodie. I tense as I feel hands slide up my hoodie and pull it off.
"You should put on a shirt" his finger tips slide across my back and sides, sending shivers through me.
Damn....
I gasp as lips pressed into my neck. I tilted my head back, allowing better access. This probably needs to stop... Mr Ramey nips and licks at my neck.
"Shit.... the fuck is goin on...." I groan and lean further back into Mr Ramey. I feel his hands slide down my stomach, and unzip my pants. He grabs my member causing me to shiver visibly.
He starts pumping my shaft. Why the hell am I letting a man touch me?!
"Nggahh...." I groan as the pace picks up. I feel my breath hutch and my throat and come out in a whimper as I came.
I look back and see Mr Ramey with a look of lust on his face.
Oh fuck...
I have zero motivation to continue this..... not sure if I can, but I will try. And I will succeed, so please stick with me.
