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Too many movies. Spencer was hesitant at first to be so assertive with you. But after a rough night, and little bit of reassurance on your part, it was easier for him to partake in his role. You were his good girl. Always asking for things you wanted.
He would set rules, no touching yourself without permission, no cumming without permission, the man got off on permission. But some days he would brush you off, and although it hurt your feelings, you let it go, because you knew how hard his job was for him. If you did this quickly you could pretend like it never happened. You crossed the room with light steps, crouching down to pull out a box. Situating yourself on the bed, you laid the dildo beside you.
You popped open a few buttons, letting your hands explore your warm skin before unbuttoning the rest. You could practically feel his tongue swirling around your clit, with his perfect pink lips, his eyes bearing into yours with an animalistic lust.
The boy was a slut for eye contact. You slid your hand up your slit, fingers beginning to circle your clit. You quickened your pace, your eyes fluttering close in pleasure. In your mind, Spencer pulled his head away, arousal covering his chin.
Your hand flew to your chest, eyes snapping open in shock. Yet, here you are touching yourself. Well, shit. You stepped in front of him quickly, your body blocking him from the bed. But you wanted to aggravate him, practically force him to fuck you into the mattress. Spencer leaned in, his lips resting right next to your ear, his hair tickling the side of your face. His hand ran from your jaw to your breast, tugging harshly on one of your nipples. Your head tilted back with a moan, your hand shooting up to hold onto his wrist for stability.
With that he leaned down, his shoulder pressing into your stomach, one of his arms wrapping around the back of your thighs. Put me down!
Spencer leaned forward, setting you down in front of a smooth leather recliner, it was his favorite chair to read in. His hands met the sides of your, well, his shirt, pushing it off your shoulders and down your arms. Only good girls get to speak. You sunk to your knees in front of him, placing your hands delicately in your lap.
He pulled his hand back, reaching to pick up a book from the table, you could care less which book it was, more focused on his visible erection straining against his pants.
As if he read your mind, he placed the book back down on the table, his hands beginning to unbuckle his belt. Spencer lifted his hips slightly, pulling out his cock, he let out a breathy chuckle, his hand lazily giving it a few strokes. You bit your lip, the soaked fabric of your panties rubbing against your tongue.
God, you wanted him so bad, you needed him. You were the moth and he was the flame, your body craved him. Spencer was reading now, one hand holding the book, the other stroking his cock, occasionally reaching up to turn the page of the book.
A muffled moan escaped your lips, your body hunching forward in desperation, despite his teasing. This man had you wrapped around his finger, no matter what he did, no matter who he did, there was no way on planet earth that you could ever leave him. I mean, who needs dilaudid when they have you? You bit your lip with a whimper, a metallic taste filling your mouth. You scooted forward, placing your hands on his knees, a pleading look in your eyes.
He placed the book on the table, his body leaning forward, a hand reaching out to grab the hair at the back of your head. Your head was jerked up, his lust filled eyes bearing into yours. You let your jaw go slack, your lips parting slightly.
Spencer leaned back into the chair, placing his arms comfortably on the armrests. He stared at you for a moment, a questioning look in his eye. You surged forward, your small hand wrapping around his cock, giving it a few pumps.
You let your hand rest on his upper thigh, moving your face forward to run your tongue up his cock. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, sucking lightly.
He pushed your head down slightly, and you let your jaw go slack, allowing him to fuck your mouth. His pace was slow, letting you adjust, pushing your head down further with each thrust. Even in his lust filled state he was still a gentleman. You pulled back, hollowing your cheeks, running your tongue up the vein on the underside of his cock. He sped up the pace, moving your head quicker. A warm salty liquid filled your mouth, and you swallowed around him quickly, holding your breath shortly to avoid the taste.
You complied, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. Your jaw fell open, your heart pounding in your chest. You nodded your head vigorously, eyes blown wide with lust. Spencer scoffed, grabbing your hair in a fist once again. He jerked your head up, standing up, pulling you with him. You whimpered at the sting on the back of your head, your teeth digging into your lip again. You began the walk to the bedroom, fuck, all you wanted was for him to fuck you.
He was hot on your trail, one of his large hands gripping your hip harshly. You opened the door to the room, stopping in front of the bed. Spencer stopped behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you into him.
His hard cock pressed into your ass, drawing a low moan from you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, body sweating with arousal. You were delirious, completely drunk on lust. Your eyes shot open in shock, your head turning to look up at Spencer with an incredulous look. He simply smiled at you, an expectant look on his face. You clambered onto the bed, grabbing the pillow from your side of the bed.
You had an idea of what Spencer wanted, but, you had never done this together before. He faced the chair towards the bed, making sure he had a good view.
You had masturbated in front of him before, but never like this. Nerves shot through your body, this was new, it was different. Hesitantly, you straddled the pillow, relishing in the way it rubbed your clit. Spencer was always amazing at dirty talk, you swear he could make you cum by just talking alone. His words boosted your confidence, you rocked your hips forward, a moan escaping your mouth at the foreign feeling. You need me to fuck you like a little slut?
Your hips rocked faster against the pillow, desperately grinding your clit against the fabric. Tears welled in your eyes, the need for release becoming too much. You swear to God you had never moved so fast in your life. You straddled his waist, one of his hands guided his cock into your folds. The other held your chin, dark eyes gazing into yours, this time not filled with just lust, but love.
Spencer took your lips in his, kissing you with an intoxicating passion. He always did this anytime he was particularly rough, he had to make sure you knew he loved you, even when he was degrading the shit out of you.
He could never deny himself his love for you. Hot tears of pleasure poured down your face. He set a brutal pace, letting out animalistic groans in your ear. Please, daddy, please. Look at daddy while you cum on his cock. You cried out loudly, your moans bordering screams. The tension in your stomach snapped like a rubber band, you fell forward, burying your head in his neck. Spencer moved his hands back to your hips, pulling you down as he thrusted up into your pussy.
A broken moan left his mouth as he came, his warm cum filling your cunt. The hand on your back ran down to your hip, rubbing a few circles with his thumb before settling. You complied, finally catching your ragged breath, shifting upwards slightly, letting out a whimper. He slipped his cock back into his pants, zipping and buckling them quickly.
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Too many movies. Spencer was hesitant at first to be so assertive with you. But after a rough night, and little bit of reassurance on your part, it was easier for him to partake in his role. You were his good girl.
nicholas sparks a walk to remember
All of his books have been New York Times bestsellers, with over million copies sold worldwide, in more than 50 languages, including over 75 million copies in the United States alone. Sparks wrote one of his best-known stories, The Notebook , over a period of six months at age It was published in and he followed with the n. His eighteenth novel, See Me , published on October 12,
A Walk to Remember is a American coming-of-age romantic drama film directed by Adam Shankman and written by Karen Janszen, based on Nicholas Sparks ' novel of the same name. The novel's s setting was changed to the s for the film, as the producers were concerned it might not appeal to teenage audiences. The film was shot for 39 days in Wilmington, North Carolina , with many of the sets borrowed from the television series Dawson's Creek. The film, as with the book, is dedicated to Sparks' sister Danielle, whose cancer-afflicted life inspired the story. The film received generally negative reviews from critics, most of whom criticized its blandness and predictability, while others praised its sincerity and the lead actors' performances.