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I pushed the button and it glowed. The elevator doors closed and I felt it go up. Floor: 2, 3, 4, 8, 9, 10, 12, 13. Stopped. The black shiny metal doors opened in unison. I gripped my gym bag waiting. I walked out of the elevator and walked down the halls to my apartment. I grabbed the keys out of my pocket and fiddled with the lock on the door. “That’s weird,” I thought to myself. I turned the key the opposite way and realized the door was never locked. “Not again Brandon,” I told myself. I realized that I had never locked the door in the first place. I burst through the door and dropped my bag on the ground and flung myself onto the grey couch. I looked towards the foot of the couch and noticed a lady’s handbag. It took me a minute to realize, but I ended up realizing that it was Ashley’s bag: my ex. I got off the couch and rolled my eyes. “Ashley!?” bahis siteleri I yelled. I looked around the kitchen and headed into my bedroom.We met at the doorway. There she was. Her long dark hair with the golden highlights that she asked my opinion on. She was there in the short miniskirt with the lacy see-through top. Her nipples peaked at me through her top. Like erasers, hard and pointed.“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked her, irritated.“Waiting for you babe,” she said innocently.“Don’t call me that,” I said angrily.“Why not daddy??” she asked again. I pushed her to the wall, my hands on her shoulders.“You know why…” I said angrily. “You cheated on me with your ex. You ended it, not me.” “Yes, I did. I was a slut, getting cock so many times a day,” she said, stroking my dick.I watched her full pink lips form every letter as canlı bahis siteleri she spoke. I backed away. “Leave. Now.” I told her firmly.“I need you, I need you to explode in me,” she muttered as I turned to leave, with lust in her voice.“How fucking sad. You’re not getting dick today,” I said cockily as I walked to the kitchen.“Pete and I, there’s no tension,” she said as she followed me. “Well, we didn’t have any either,” I argued as I went to open the door for her. She pushed the door back and locked it. “Get out,” I told her. “I know you, Brandon. I know your mind, and more importantly your dick” she said whispering.She walked me over to the couch. I flopped down on it, irritated. She sat on top of me, straddling my cock.“Get off bitch, or I’m gonna throw you out,” I said silently.She began to grind as she moaned in my ear. My blood canlı bahis was boiling. She kissed my neck and moved in my ear. She nibbled, and swirled her tongue up, and down to my collar bone.“Like I said daddy, I know your hard cock. I know exactly what I need to do to drive you crazy,” she said, whispering in my ear as she stroked my dick with her hands. I moaned as she ground again. The blood rushed to my penis. I was so hard now. She went for the other ear.“You know my pussy too. You know how hard to fuck, and how to make me squirt. You know how to drive me crazy, denying me pleasure, and filling me up with your cum” she said, whispering as she stroked again.I was groaning now.“Be the alpha, fuck me. Show me how much you hate me, and how you want to punish me, for being the slut I am,” she said, whispering again.She unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. She was playing with my boner through my boxers. I pushed her off of me and stood as my pants fell to the ground.I hated her, and I was going to make her beg for me. “I hate you, Ash,” I told her under my breath.
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