Sorry Is Not The Hardest
Sorry Is Not The Hardest Thing
Presley sent a quick text to Sloane.
We messed up. The ex is crazier than expected. I believe we may have opened a virtual Pandora’s box of plague
and pestilence on France and Cruz.
Sloane was seconds in responding.
what? Why? How?
Presley sent a message back her fingers flying frantically over the tiny keyboard of her screen. Her eyes kept darting to the patio where despite the doors being closed, she could hear his muffled raged and see his hands waving in the air and occasionally tugging at his hair.
I forgot to tell you he keeps restraining orders against her. I thought it was simply because she was in his DMs a lot. Nope. Turns out nuttier than a Christmas fruitcake. She showed up here screaming baby across the lobby. He told me she’s so unhinged her parents have her under conservatorship.
Like Brittany was? Poor Brittany
We all agree poor Brittany, but this seems to be required.
And she’s there?
She is here. She is wild. She twitches, Sloane. She actually twitches. We need to fix this.
Do you want to fix this because the D is so good?
Yes, and also, I’m finding out a lot about myself and Cruz. We spent a good day today. I came back to the hotel thinking I might want to see where this goes and then she was here, and I blew it.
She looked back to the patio doors to see Cruz pacing furiously as he barked into the phone. He caught her eye and pointed at her with his eyes blazing with rage. He grabbed his junk, shoved his tongue into his cheek and thrusted his hips at her.
I might have provoked a beast I wasn’t sure I wanted to tangle with. Messing with his date with a pretty blonde was one thing but this might be a whole other level. This is even worse than the life–sized cutouts.
S**
-Indeed.
I think I need to blow him to make this better.
You should definitely blow him.
Maybe let him take my ass, though I’ve never done anal before. It seems it might hurt
It does hurt. Also don’t go with his ginormous c**k first. Get him to use fingers. After a week of his fingers try the c**k but don’t let him go shoving his giant schlong into your back passage. It will hurt
Is this from experience?
Yes. Not his but another exceptionally large d**k we will not discuss.
Presley gave a nod and then decided she was definitely going to take Sloane’s advice, Fingers first but
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Sorry Is Not The Hardest
strangely she was finding she wanted to try it all with Cruz. Her conversation with Halima still on her mind where she admitted the crush she’d had on him as a teen. She’d denied it to herself too many times to count especially after the way he’d freaked out the one time he’d seen her naked several years ago. He was quite horrified, and it was Insulting. Now though, she knew he liked her body.
She sent a final text to Sloane.
Operation begs forgiveness on my knees about to commence. Wish me luck.
She got off the bed, walked to the patio doors, and slid them open. He turned to face her angrily, his features
set in a hard grimace.
“What you’re saying Anderson is your sister duped my phone number to make it seem like I was texting you my itinerary and sent it purposefully to Ramona knowing ***** well I kept the b***h blocked on multiple platforms.”
His tone was cold and his eyes colder still.
She gave him a toothy apologetic grin and then dropped to her knees on the cold patio tiles. The man was tall, and his waist was definitely above the height of the rail, She backed up so it would force him to have his back to the public while she would be hidden by him and the short wall.
His fingers moved to the belt of his trousers as he immediately figured out what she was doing, and she waited patiently on her knees while he ripped the belt from the loops in one loud cracking noise. It made a series of shivers run down her spine. Why was the movement so damn sexy? Her n*****s ached with it. The walking shorts he’d worn through Cannes were immediately unzipped and she watched in breathless anticipation as he stepped closer to her, keeping his back to anyone who might be passing by walking on the
beach.
“Anderson, I’m telling you. Find a f*****g way to get the woman deported. I don’t want her here. She is a
nightmare.”
Whatever Anderson responded must not have been what Cruz wanted to hear because he closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring and his mouth opening as if he was ready to scream blue murder. Grabbing his c**k from his hand she immediately pulled him into his mouth, jumping when his palm smacked the window of the patio door beside her. He was completely leaned over her now and she was tucked away hidden as she wrapped her lips around him.
He wasn’t hard yet, but she could feel his impressive length gathering girth as she tried to put him as far back down her throat as she could. She had a suspicion Cruz was the kind of man who liked hearin woman retching and gagging when she blew him, so she went all in.
Soon she was no longer hearing the conversation he was trying to maintain with Anderson. She smiled to herself when she heard him mutter, “what? f**k? Repeat that?”
His ck was long and thick now, rigid as his hips began moving of their own accord. She cupped his balls with one hand while her other hand stroked the end which didn’t fit in her mouth. Drool dripped down her chin and his length as she sucked and licked him like he was the most delectable treat he could presented to her.
“f**k, Anderson, I’ll call you back.”
The sound of the phone being tossed to the little table nearby made her snicker. The movement opened her mouth wider, and he took the opportunity to shove deep into her throat, his fist which held the phone now
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bunched in her hair as he choked her on his c**k
“Ladybird, you’re such a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?”
Her response was to gag hard and take him deeper down, past her
→ her uvula
“f**k yes,” he groaned as her tongue slid under his shaft. “You went too far Ladybird with your little prank yet again but god damn, for this mouth I could forgive attempted murder.”
She flushed at the strange and absurd compliment aware she really appreciated it.
His palm against the glass window made a screeching sound as it slid down the pane.
“I’m going to come Ladybird, and I want you to swallow it. Can you swallow it?”
She nodded vehemently.
“Once you swallow it. I’m taking you into the bed and f*****g you hard. Are you wet?”
Her n*****s could cut glass and her panties might have been melted off from his filthy talk.
“Presley, honey, so f*****g close.” His hips stuttered as his hand slapped the window multiple times and then he was still as she massaged his balls and stroked him.
She wasn’t wrong, she realized when she gagged and choked on his come, retching loudly and he commented how f*****g sexy she was and how much he loved her velvety mouth.
As she sat kneeling in front of him as he gently extracted his still rigid c**k from her lips, he trailed a line of come along her lips. “Lick it off.”
She did as he commanded, taking delight in the way his face was now red with exertion, far redder than even when they ran together in the morning.
“Clothes off, on the bed, face down.”
She scampered and was tearing her clothing off as she completed his ordered task with efficient
movements.
“Ass up,” he drilled out, “face down.”
He reached to move her phone off the bed and she tried to take it from him aware her conversation with Sloane was right on the unlocked screen. He laughed as he read the messages.
“Oh Ladybird, Sloane is right. I can’t take your ass with my c**k yet. If you want to try though, mayu by the time we hit Spain you’ll be ready. Right now, though, I want your p***y wrapped around my dick.” He climbed up on the bed and when she assumed her position, he nudged between her thighs. Tm going to f**k you so good. You need to stop playing mean pranks on me, Ladybird.” He slapped her ass, hard.
It stung and she looked over her shoulder at him in shock.
“You hit me.”
“You sent a woman off her meds across the country to find me. You’re lucky it’s only a spanking. I have half a mind to book a room in your b**m club back home and flog you with leather.”
“No thank you.”
“Then take the slap to the ass,” he delivered another but before she could say anything he was sinking into her wetness.
Sorry Is Not The Hardest
They both moaned loudly at the feeling
“God, you just came. How are you so hard still?”
“It’s you, Ladybird. I swear to god I walk around with a constant erection because of you. You excite me” He started stroking in and out of her, long slow deep thrusts. “All you did was blow me for twenty minutes and you’re as wet as if you spent an hour on foreplay.”
“Felt like foreplay.” She gritted her teeth as she bit the pillow as his movements became more forceful. He was really pounding her, and her body was sliding up the bed. She put her hand against the headboard as it rattled against the wall.
“Because you’ve wanted me your whole life and now you have me?”
She could hear the arrogant smugness in his comment as he called her out for the words she’d foolishly bellowed at Ramona.
“Not all my life but Sloane did discover a photo of your c**k before I even saw it,” she gasped when he began thrusting hard enough it was lifting her knees clear off the mattress. “Might have been on my new bucket list to blow you.” She winced as he went even deeper and somehow grew harder at her words. She reached under her and circled her clit with her finger.
“That’s it, baby. Touch yourself while I f**k you. Make yourself even wetter because this is only the start. For the rest of tonight this p***y and this ass are mine.”
“Yes please,” she felt her breath quickening.
“You’re going to f*****g scream my name, aren’t you Ladybird?”
“Cruz, please. I’m so close.”
He slapped her ass again, “no more f*****g pranks, Ladybird.”
“But” she whined as he completely stopped his movements.
“Agree to no more pranks or I stop right now.”
She made wide eyes at him from her bent position. “None?”
“None like this s**t!” he pointed to the door of the room. “No more pranks designed to completely destroy my life. Agree now or we stop f*****g right now.”
“Fine! I agree. Make me come.”
His smile was a s**t–eating, wicked smirk which sent alarm bells chiming loudly in her brain, but they were all silenced when he started slamming into her again. Her orgasm stole over her, her entire body shimmying on the bed with the intensity.
When she stopped shaking, he withdrew from her and then lay atop her. He kissed her mouth, “you’re not forgiven yet.”
“I’m not?”
“No.” He rolled onto his back. “I want you to straddle my face. I want to eat your pretty p***y and then I’m going to f**k you again. For the rest of tonight your punishment for bringing more chaos into our lives is to either have your mouth or p***y wrapped around my c**k or your p***y on my lips. When it’s dinner time, you’re going to be sucking c**k between bites of your dinner. I’m going to eat dessert right out of your cunt.”
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His filthy tongue made her blink incredulously.
“You’ll find Presley, I’ve never done steroids in my life. I’m naturally a very big, muscular man with a s**t ton of stamina, no blue pills needed like you said in the restaurant a couple weeks back.”
“If this is going to be the punishment when I do bad things you might find I turn into my own version of a psychopath.”
“Presley, you’re already nutty but you’re my kind of nutty but if you ever pull s**t like today again, my c**k and your p***y are going to be strangers.”
“We can’t have that. I feel they should be best friends.” She caught his smile and responded with one of her own. “I’ll be good”
“Oh, honey, I don’t want you good. I’m all for you being naughty, but, not at the expense of our lives.” He patted his chest, “now get up here and feed me.”
Best punishment ever.
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