him but he was obnoxious with a sex appeal sending shivers down to my clit that I couldn’t break away from.
When he released my hand I saw his reaction to me. He couldn’t disguise it. The swell in his pants was straining to get out. He caught me looking at him. He raised an eyebrow.
Then he gave me a wicked sexy smile because he knew how ordinary looking girls like me were attracted to him. The way he looked, tattoos on his arms, he was the hottest thing I had seen. I grimaced at him to let him know I wasn’t falling for his good looks, but in reality, I would give my body, my heart, and my virginity to him if he wanted it.
“I have this,” I said. “Don’t pretend for my father’s sake. And I don’t need you to help me.” I wheeled the suitcase near the car and up the stairs and into the house.
He opened the door and his faced changed from the raised eyebrows and hard line of his lips, to a brighter softer smooth face. His mother, a beauty, stood alongside my father holding his hand. They appeared to be in love, but I could tell Madison felt the same way I did. It was sickening. I wanted my father for my mother, and he had wanted his mother to be with his father.
“Madison, show Blair to her room,” his mother said in her soft voice. My father hugged me only when Madison’s mother would let go of his hand. She was so controlling and her son appeared to have inherited her disposition. When Madison’s mother released my father’s hand for a moment, she seized it again. It was as if they were inseparable or they were that much in love, which from my face and Madison’s face showed how sick we were feeling watching them. We both rolled our eyes at the same time.
Madison picked up my soft luggage and climbed the stairs with it. He brought me to the second floor with a view of the Pacific Ocean and a large terrace. “Which room is yours?”
“I don’t live here. I have my own pad west of the beach. I get the first sunlight in the morning and last sunlight in the evening. Have you ever seen the sun when it sets in California?” he asked, his voice in a relaxed happy mood.
“This is my first time in Malibu.”
“You have to come and see the sunset at my place.” I saw his eyes brightened with a devilish glow and a warmth that I hadn’t seen before. Then his phone chimed. Raising his hand to me, he walked outside on the balcony and talked for a few minutes, then came inside. He looked at me with my hair still in disarray and took a strand and placed it behind my ear and stared appraising my face.
Still holding on to the strand of hair he said, “You know, if you dressed a little different and cut that hair you could be a stunner. I might want to fuck you, or eat your pussy.” He gave me a crooked smile showing perfect white teeth.
I was in shock. I stood looking at him with my mouth wide. “You never had your pussy eaten, he said. “So I guess I can’t expect you to know how to suck a dick.” He angled his head to the side expecting an answer from me as if it was a question.
My eyes opened wide. That statement took me by surprise. Just when I was thinking he had some redeeming qualities, he shot that to hell. “I wouldn’t fuck you let alone let you touch my pussy with those long fingers.”
“You act like a virgin,” he said staring at me. His mouth opened. “You are a virgin,” and he began to laugh uncontrollable. “There aren’t many girls your age that are virgins.”
“I’m seventeen. I would have to have sexual intercourse since I was twelve to have the experience you expect from a girl.” He made me feel embarrassed and that is why at ten and at seventeen I hated him. “I’m sure you’ve never had one,” I said raising my eyebrow. “A virgin, I mean.”
“What is a virgin good for? You have to teach her everything. A guy can’t get his cock sucked properly with a virgin. And forget about anal sex.”
“So you want your cock sucked. And you want to fuck a woman
When he released my hand I saw his reaction to me. He couldn’t disguise it. The swell in his pants was straining to get out. He caught me looking at him. He raised an eyebrow.
Then he gave me a wicked sexy smile because he knew how ordinary looking girls like me were attracted to him. The way he looked, tattoos on his arms, he was the hottest thing I had seen. I grimaced at him to let him know I wasn’t falling for his good looks, but in reality, I would give my body, my heart, and my virginity to him if he wanted it.
“I have this,” I said. “Don’t pretend for my father’s sake. And I don’t need you to help me.” I wheeled the suitcase near the car and up the stairs and into the house.
He opened the door and his faced changed from the raised eyebrows and hard line of his lips, to a brighter softer smooth face. His mother, a beauty, stood alongside my father holding his hand. They appeared to be in love, but I could tell Madison felt the same way I did. It was sickening. I wanted my father for my mother, and he had wanted his mother to be with his father.
“Madison, show Blair to her room,” his mother said in her soft voice. My father hugged me only when Madison’s mother would let go of his hand. She was so controlling and her son appeared to have inherited her disposition. When Madison’s mother released my father’s hand for a moment, she seized it again. It was as if they were inseparable or they were that much in love, which from my face and Madison’s face showed how sick we were feeling watching them. We both rolled our eyes at the same time.
Madison picked up my soft luggage and climbed the stairs with it. He brought me to the second floor with a view of the Pacific Ocean and a large terrace. “Which room is yours?”
“I don’t live here. I have my own pad west of the beach. I get the first sunlight in the morning and last sunlight in the evening. Have you ever seen the sun when it sets in California?” he asked, his voice in a relaxed happy mood.
“This is my first time in Malibu.”
“You have to come and see the sunset at my place.” I saw his eyes brightened with a devilish glow and a warmth that I hadn’t seen before. Then his phone chimed. Raising his hand to me, he walked outside on the balcony and talked for a few minutes, then came inside. He looked at me with my hair still in disarray and took a strand and placed it behind my ear and stared appraising my face.
Still holding on to the strand of hair he said, “You know, if you dressed a little different and cut that hair you could be a stunner. I might want to fuck you, or eat your pussy.” He gave me a crooked smile showing perfect white teeth.
I was in shock. I stood looking at him with my mouth wide. “You never had your pussy eaten, he said. “So I guess I can’t expect you to know how to suck a dick.” He angled his head to the side expecting an answer from me as if it was a question.
My eyes opened wide. That statement took me by surprise. Just when I was thinking he had some redeeming qualities, he shot that to hell. “I wouldn’t fuck you let alone let you touch my pussy with those long fingers.”
“You act like a virgin,” he said staring at me. His mouth opened. “You are a virgin,” and he began to laugh uncontrollable. “There aren’t many girls your age that are virgins.”
“I’m seventeen. I would have to have sexual intercourse since I was twelve to have the experience you expect from a girl.” He made me feel embarrassed and that is why at ten and at seventeen I hated him. “I’m sure you’ve never had one,” I said raising my eyebrow. “A virgin, I mean.”
“What is a virgin good for? You have to teach her everything. A guy can’t get his cock sucked properly with a virgin. And forget about anal sex.”
“So you want your cock sucked. And you want to fuck a woman
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