It's Gonna Hurt Excerpt


This morning, like any other morning, started with an attractive man lying in my bed. Wearing my favorite blue drawstring cotton sweat pants that showed off my side abs, I sauntered over to the bedroom door; there I heard his roaring snores through the thick oak bedroom door. I opened the door careful not to wake my sleeping 6'2" animal lying naked, just barely covered by a white, shear sheet. As I stared, I noticed his hand grabbing his cock, I guess to make sure it was still there. Taking a sip of my cocoa, I peered out the window, thinking back to the day that Jason and I met.

"Hmmm, good morning," Jason's deep voice filled the room. This tall, naked figure leaned out the doorway, stretching his upper torso. I looked back with a smile and continued nursing my morning cocoa. 

"Last night was amazing, you were amazing," Jason said, as he sauntered over to the window. 

He reached for me as a father would his baby. He placed my legs around his lean waist and walked me over to the living room sofa.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I said, kissing him under his neck as his tiny beard hairs pricked my skin. Jason and I hooked up on a regular basis, more regular than I'd like. He was in need of comfort since his ex-girlfriend dumped his ass. Though they never had an intimate relationship it was more about companionship, having someone to come home to.

I’m not ready to wake up to the same person every morning. I enjoy the option of being with a different man every night if I want. Jason made it up in his mind that this would be his second home. I was used to wham, bam, thank you type guys. The only reason I allowed him the luxury of spending the night is because the man can take care of business. He can lay the pipe baby; clean the gutters, mow the grass, and rake the leaves. I needed to find a way to stop what was happening before it went any further.

"What's for breakfast baby?" he said, taking a look in the fridge.

"Why don't you call down and order room service?" I said, giving him a tap on his firm ass. He stood there, motionless with his mouth open, "What's that shit about?"

"It's nothing. I’m not in the mood to cook, plus I think my blood sugar is a little low," I lied.

"Well come over and let daddy fill you up with a little warm cream," he said, walking over and untying my sweatpants.


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