“Throw everything out,” I sighed. “Please just throw the food and the flowers out. Once you leave, I’ll clean up.”
“What?” V asked me. “What did I do?”
“You came in - unannounced - commandeered my place, started cooking food - to which, some I’m allergic to, by the way! - and you also broke an antique vase that was my grandma’s. Just clean up and go, ok?”
“Seriously?” he asked. “What did I do? I’m here to take care of you!”
“Yes, seriously!” I exclaimed. “What did you do? Did you not just hear what the fuck I just said? You know what - get your shit and go. I’ll clean up…as usual.”
Vince looked at me like I gave one of his cats a dirty look. He grabbed his stuff - overnight bag and all - and left. Once he left, I just took all the plates, utensils, pots and pans he started using out to the garbage can outside. My brother bought me fancy pots and pans, set of plates and utensils a few years ago that I’ve been wanting to give them a try so this was the perfect time.
I cleaned up the broken vase. That’s when I started crying. I was tired - both physically and emotionally - and needing some space from V. We've spent almost every single day together in the past 4 1/2 months; he knew what foods that I'm allergic to as well as knowing that the vase he broke was sentimental - my Gram (the world's BEST grandma ever!) owned the vase and put it in her will that I'd get it when she died.
Calling my brother or Brick was a thought but I changed my mind. I called K. I know, I know.
"DeppGrl? Are you ok" K asked. "It's 1 am - ok, 12:45 am but close enough - what's going on?"
"Never mind," I sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you. Go back to bed."
"I'm up and I'll be over shortly, ok?" K said. "I just need to take care of a few things then I'll be over. Maybe in an hour?"
"Ok,” I mumbled and hung up on him.
I finished cleaning the mess in the kitchen and the rest of my place. After I was done, I showered. By the time I got out and had a towel around me when K knocked on my door. I opened the door, letting him in.
"Oh, baby," K moaned as he kissed me. "I've missed you so much!"
"K, I didn't call you over for a booty call," I explained. "I had a fight with the situationship. He accidentally broke a vase that was special to me and made food that he knew that I was allergic to. I kicked him out for the weekend. We've spent almost every day together, suffered two miscarriages and added stress of tonight.”
"Come here, doll," he said as he hugged me. "I brought chocolate, cookies, snagged ice cream from my freezer and wine. What would you like first?"
"A hug first," I said. "I've always enjoyed your hugs."
"Sure," he said as he kept me in his arms for a long time - or at least felt like a long time.
Ok, K," I said as I sighed. "It's time for ice cream and cookies....It's kinda melted if not mostly melted by now. Might as well as toss the wine in the freezer to cool it while we eat sugary yumminess."
"Even if I don't want to let you go?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said. "I know you want more than I can give right now. I care deeply for him."
“I know,” he said. “If we had different circumstances - me being divorced and you not with Vince - would you be able to be with me?”
“Please don’t ask me,” I signed. “I’m happy with him - maybe not for breaking my grandma’s vase but I’m happy being with him. No one can foresee what’s going to happen.”
We sat down and ate ice cream soup with cookies. We talked for a bit as we drank wine and lost track of time.
“It’s late,” he said. “Can I stay the night?”
“Hang on,” I said as I picked up my phone. “Vince. Sorry to wake you up. Yeah. He’s still here. He wants to sleep here. The other room. Ok.”
“What was all that about?” K asked as I hung up the phone. “You need permission from him to let people sleep over?”
“Just letting him know that you’re sleeping over - in the guest room,” I said. “Just so you know, I don’t need any man’s permission for another man to sleep over at MY place, K. I was informing him that a former partner was spending the night. You want to sleep on a bed inside or sleep in your car?”
“Sorry about that,” he replied. “Do you still have spare stuff in the bathroom?”
“Yeah,” I replied and headed to my room, locking the door behind me.
I unlocked my door and headed to the spare bedroom, opening up the door. K - partially undressed - stared at me as I took off my nightgown.
“You want this? Me?” K asked. “My god, you’re incredible!”
“Yes, I do,” I whispered. “I’ve missed you spreading my legs and stretching out my apex.”
“Will you tell him?” he asked cautiously.
“No,” I said as I kissed him. “We’re two consulting adults. Stretch me, K.”
He picked me up, carried me over to the bed, got on the bed spreading my legs and destroyed my apex by licking, biting and sucking. He ate my apex for over an hour; I was whimpering his name. He got up, got between my legs and asked me if I was ready for him. I nodded my head yes. He slid his super girthy penis deep inside of my apex. Once he was fully inside of me, he began to ride me.
“Fuck, baby!” he groaned. “You’re tighter than I remember, baby. I won’t be able to last much longer!”
“You’ve got me for a few more hours, babe,” I moaned. “You’ll get your chance to drain yourself in me. Fuck, you’re massive!”
“FUCK!” K moaned as we climaxed together. “You’ve forgotten?”
“Yeah,” I said. “But your massive penis feels amazing. You feel like you’re ready again!”
“Babe, I’m 11 1/2” long and 4” thick,” he said as he’s riding me harder and faster. “My penis is almost hitting your cervix wall. God, I want you 24/7!”
He rode me for the next four hours, pounding my apex and had me in different positions. I loved when had my legs over his shoulders and in doggy also; he was hitting my cervix wall. We fell asleep while he was pouring his last load in me.
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