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It had been a while since Mon moved down to start her Master's. Mr. Adams was back in his hometown working like he always did. He initially thought that Becks was going to move in with him like they talked about before they left the hotel. It turned out that Becks was having her own concerns about the situation as well. As the weeks went on, Becks stayed away. Mr. Adams was looking at the business card that the IT guy gave him after that fight he was in and started thinking about what if. He was a blue-collar guy. He didn't think he would fit in at one of the biggest Fortune 500 It companies providing he had no experience with it. It was at that moment that the doorbell rang.
He rose from his recliner and walked to the door. He had no idea who he was going to see on the other side. It was with a surprise that it was Rebecca. She stood there quietly. Her eyes were sparkly as usual. Her black hair was tied behind her head. She wore a heavy jacket. She looked at him for a moment.
"Hi, may I come in?"
"Of course."
He stepped to the side before she walked in almost broodingly. He closed the door and walked behind her as she went straight for Mon's room. He watched as she undid the jacket and let it drop on the floor before sitting on Mon's bed. She looked around quietly.
"It still feels wrong," she said.
"It's been only a month," he said. "I haven't done anything in here since she left."
She turned towards him, her eyes already filling with tears.
"It's not fair."
He quickly approached her prior to sitting on the bed and wrapping his arms around her. She started to cry, like a little girl crying on her father's shoulder. He stayed there quietly. This was not a horn-dog moment. This was a comforting friend-type moment. There they sat for what seemed like a year just the two of them. It was as this happened that he heard a cellphone ring. It wasn't his.
"Rebecca, is that yours?"
She escort bursa (https://bursa-escort.com/) paused for a moment before she broke his grip and went to her jacket. The way her ass looked in the yoga pants gave him the wrong idea for a moment. She turned after with phone in hand before she answered.
"No. I said no already. Stop calling me!"
She hit the button on her phone before she looked at him. Her eyes were still sparkling.
"I'm sorry," she started. "I need to go."
"Why?" he asked.
It was a single word question. It wasn't a pleading like we're breaking up type of question nor the authoritative type one either. It was a simple one from a guy to a girl. She looked at him and started to melt. She rose from her jacket again before pressing herself against him, her arms surrounding his neck, her face on one side of his before her weight pushed him onto his back and she was on top of him. He paused for a moment unsure where to put his hands. She stayed like that for a few moments before she felt the absence of his hands on her.
"Waist, please," she whispered.
She smiled as his hands touched her hips.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I would have taken you up on your offer before, but I was being a soppy bitch for a bit. I was unsure what I wanted."
"It's okay," he whispered back. "I got you."
Neither of them noticed the way her body was placed on top of his. Somehow, her hips rested above where his cock was sitting straight up. It wasn't until she slid back a little that his tent in his sweatpants rubbed against the gusset of her yoga pants. She stayed there for a moment, having the naughty thoughts run through her head as she had the previous few weeks.
"You got me," she repeated.
A smile crossed her face before she looked at him.
"How long has it been?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Only four weeks," he replied.
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"Except at work. No one here but me."
She looked at him before pressing her lips against his. She pulled back after a moment.
"That was my ex on the phone. I tried to start with him again. Tried to make it work. He's an asshole."
She kissed him again.
"I wish he was more like you."
They both started moving to their sides still holding each other. He started missing her body against his already.
"You could have told me."
She shook her head.
"I was afraid of hurting you more."
"You're not mine, Beck. You don't belong to me."
She pressed her lips against his again.
"I know. I just didn't want to hurt you."
She kissed him a little deeper that time.
"But I miss this. I miss being held by you. I missed what happened at the hotel."
"Me too."
It was then they kissed again.
"Is it wrong that I want you right now?"
He looked at her. So many things went through his mind at that moment. There was the fact that he hadn't felt her since the hotel. There was the fact that he didn't want to take advantage of her emotional state. She made the decision for him when her hand started stroking his cock through his sweatpants.
"First, you're right. I don't belong to you."
She started to push her hand into his sweatpants to move them off his cock before she started to stroke it more.
"I know the thoughts going through your mind. Part of you wants me to suck you off or to fuck you because you miss it. The other part wants to be the gentleman and not take advantage of my mental state. Am I right?"
He answered with a moan before she smiled. She then pushed him on his back.
"I am letting you off the hook. You never have to play the gentleman around me, Gary."
He looked at her when she used bursa sınırsız escort (https://bursa-escort.com/vip/bursa-sinirsiz-escort) his first name. She proceeded to give his cock a long, slow lick.
"Or do you prefer I call you Mr. Adams when I am about to fuck you?" she asked seductively.
She accented that remark as she went halfway down his shaft. He moaned loudly, not worrying about making too much noise. She proceeded to keep working on his cock, taunting his control a bit. Her yoga pants were so distracting as she was bent over him. She kept slobbering on him as much as she could while giving his cock her full attention.
Unbeknownst to him, she was waiting for the chance to do this again. Her ex was always an asshole when they did things. He would force her to deep throat his cock or would try to toy with her ass even when she told him not to. It was a few days prior when she told him off that he started harassing her after he left. She was happy to be with a guy who listened. The fact he had a nice cock was a bonus.
She finally worked his cock the way she wanted before she backed off onto the floor. As he watched, she made a display of bending over before she pulled down her yoga pants. He could tell she was excited. She slid back on the bed and mounted him, taking his cock partway into her pussy.
"Oof," she said. "I must work it in slower. It's been a while."
She started slowly sliding up and down his shaft while his hands grabbed her around the waist. She looked at him and smiled before she finally bottomed out the way she wanted. There was a loud moan coming from deep inside her as she paused there, allowing her body to acclimate to his cock again.
"I need your cock more often, Mr. Adams," she whispered.
He smiled as he saw his personal sexual demon starting to gyrate. The feeling in his base told him he wouldn't last long.
"Becks, I'm..."
She paused as she shuddered on top of him. She then looked down at him.
"Fill me up, Gary."
A few well-timed gyrations and her pussy became filled up. She stayed there for a moment before she moved forward and bent down, his cock still snugly tucked inside her.
"Don't make me wait this long again," she whispered before she kissed him deep on the lips.
He rose from his recliner and walked to the door. He had no idea who he was going to see on the other side. It was with a surprise that it was Rebecca. She stood there quietly. Her eyes were sparkly as usual. Her black hair was tied behind her head. She wore a heavy jacket. She looked at him for a moment.
"Hi, may I come in?"
"Of course."
He stepped to the side before she walked in almost broodingly. He closed the door and walked behind her as she went straight for Mon's room. He watched as she undid the jacket and let it drop on the floor before sitting on Mon's bed. She looked around quietly.
"It still feels wrong," she said.
"It's been only a month," he said. "I haven't done anything in here since she left."
She turned towards him, her eyes already filling with tears.
"It's not fair."
He quickly approached her prior to sitting on the bed and wrapping his arms around her. She started to cry, like a little girl crying on her father's shoulder. He stayed there quietly. This was not a horn-dog moment. This was a comforting friend-type moment. There they sat for what seemed like a year just the two of them. It was as this happened that he heard a cellphone ring. It wasn't his.
"Rebecca, is that yours?"
She escort bursa (https://bursa-escort.com/) paused for a moment before she broke his grip and went to her jacket. The way her ass looked in the yoga pants gave him the wrong idea for a moment. She turned after with phone in hand before she answered.
"No. I said no already. Stop calling me!"
She hit the button on her phone before she looked at him. Her eyes were still sparkling.
"I'm sorry," she started. "I need to go."
"Why?" he asked.
It was a single word question. It wasn't a pleading like we're breaking up type of question nor the authoritative type one either. It was a simple one from a guy to a girl. She looked at him and started to melt. She rose from her jacket again before pressing herself against him, her arms surrounding his neck, her face on one side of his before her weight pushed him onto his back and she was on top of him. He paused for a moment unsure where to put his hands. She stayed like that for a few moments before she felt the absence of his hands on her.
"Waist, please," she whispered.
She smiled as his hands touched her hips.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I would have taken you up on your offer before, but I was being a soppy bitch for a bit. I was unsure what I wanted."
"It's okay," he whispered back. "I got you."
Neither of them noticed the way her body was placed on top of his. Somehow, her hips rested above where his cock was sitting straight up. It wasn't until she slid back a little that his tent in his sweatpants rubbed against the gusset of her yoga pants. She stayed there for a moment, having the naughty thoughts run through her head as she had the previous few weeks.
"You got me," she repeated.
A smile crossed her face before she looked at him.
"How long has it been?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Only four weeks," he replied.
"Have you been alone the whole bursa merkez eskort (https://bursa-escort.com/vip/bursa-merkez-escort) time?"
"Except at work. No one here but me."
She looked at him before pressing her lips against his. She pulled back after a moment.
"That was my ex on the phone. I tried to start with him again. Tried to make it work. He's an asshole."
She kissed him again.
"I wish he was more like you."
They both started moving to their sides still holding each other. He started missing her body against his already.
"You could have told me."
She shook her head.
"I was afraid of hurting you more."
"You're not mine, Beck. You don't belong to me."
She pressed her lips against his again.
"I know. I just didn't want to hurt you."
She kissed him a little deeper that time.
"But I miss this. I miss being held by you. I missed what happened at the hotel."
"Me too."
It was then they kissed again.
"Is it wrong that I want you right now?"
He looked at her. So many things went through his mind at that moment. There was the fact that he hadn't felt her since the hotel. There was the fact that he didn't want to take advantage of her emotional state. She made the decision for him when her hand started stroking his cock through his sweatpants.
"First, you're right. I don't belong to you."
She started to push her hand into his sweatpants to move them off his cock before she started to stroke it more.
"I know the thoughts going through your mind. Part of you wants me to suck you off or to fuck you because you miss it. The other part wants to be the gentleman and not take advantage of my mental state. Am I right?"
He answered with a moan before she smiled. She then pushed him on his back.
"I am letting you off the hook. You never have to play the gentleman around me, Gary."
He looked at her when she used bursa sınırsız escort (https://bursa-escort.com/vip/bursa-sinirsiz-escort) his first name. She proceeded to give his cock a long, slow lick.
"Or do you prefer I call you Mr. Adams when I am about to fuck you?" she asked seductively.
She accented that remark as she went halfway down his shaft. He moaned loudly, not worrying about making too much noise. She proceeded to keep working on his cock, taunting his control a bit. Her yoga pants were so distracting as she was bent over him. She kept slobbering on him as much as she could while giving his cock her full attention.
Unbeknownst to him, she was waiting for the chance to do this again. Her ex was always an asshole when they did things. He would force her to deep throat his cock or would try to toy with her ass even when she told him not to. It was a few days prior when she told him off that he started harassing her after he left. She was happy to be with a guy who listened. The fact he had a nice cock was a bonus.
She finally worked his cock the way she wanted before she backed off onto the floor. As he watched, she made a display of bending over before she pulled down her yoga pants. He could tell she was excited. She slid back on the bed and mounted him, taking his cock partway into her pussy.
"Oof," she said. "I must work it in slower. It's been a while."
She started slowly sliding up and down his shaft while his hands grabbed her around the waist. She looked at him and smiled before she finally bottomed out the way she wanted. There was a loud moan coming from deep inside her as she paused there, allowing her body to acclimate to his cock again.
"I need your cock more often, Mr. Adams," she whispered.
He smiled as he saw his personal sexual demon starting to gyrate. The feeling in his base told him he wouldn't last long.
"Becks, I'm..."
She paused as she shuddered on top of him. She then looked down at him.
"Fill me up, Gary."
A few well-timed gyrations and her pussy became filled up. She stayed there for a moment before she moved forward and bent down, his cock still snugly tucked inside her.
"Don't make me wait this long again," she whispered before she kissed him deep on the lips.