Sweetheart He Can't Get It Up Novels & Stories

Sure enough, the discomfort I had been feeling lessened. “W-What are you trying to do?” “You.” I looked up and took his bobbing Adam’s apple into my mouth. He made a low, muffled grunt. What should I do? I wanted him, but I did not know what to do. I thought about touching him all over, but he was the university heartthrob. Would he hit me if I did? Douglas yanked me off. “Willow, you can’t do this. You have a boyfriend. I won’t be the other man.”

“Because of what I take in when I do.” One of his cryptic, non-answers. I’d already grown to hate those. “I can’t do this.” I whispered up to him. He moved his head so he could level that piercing gaze on me. The dark fall of long black hair draping around his face nearly framed mine, he was so close. The smell of fresh wood and fire rolled off him like he was made of it. He brushed his nose against mine and whispered one sentence. “Too late, Sweetheart.”

Not catching my vibe, he rubbed his head and hugged me. His tone was softer than usual. "Waiting for me? Missing me? Our team had a party, and it ran a little late. I got you that little cake you like. Want some now?" He acted as if nothing had happened, but I knew better. He was trying to please me and ease his guilt. I didn't miss the faint perfume on him. That was something I had only smelled on Sarah. My stomach churned. I shoved him off and dry-heaved over the sink.

I said softly. “Hey gorgeous,” He said, “Sorry it took me so long. It has been a hectic day,” He added. “It is OK,” I whispered. “You said you needed to talk. Is everything OK, sweetheart?” He asked. There is that word again. Sweetheart. I wish he would stop with that word. It was going to make this even more challenging. I don’t even know where to start. This is not something I have ever done. “Not really,” I sighed.

I babbled on and caressed his thigh enjoying the smooth feeling of the material of his pants. “Oh, really? What about you, Sweetheart? Do you have a boyfriend?” He questioned and goosebumps ran through my body as he called me ‘Sweetheart’. “Not anymore…I just got dumped and you want to know why?” I giggled after he nodded in affirmation. “Come closer and I will tell you.” I whispered and he moved closer to me, so we were facing each other, our lips were so close but I moved to the right and whispered seductively in his ears holding onto his face with my warm hands, “He told me, ‘I'm horrible in bed.’ Would you love to give me some lessons and see if he's right?”

I'm super aware of my existence. “That's the welcome I get?” “I'm.. im.. m.. just surprised to see you here.” I stuttered. He grinned, licking his lips deliberately. He hadn't moved from where he was standing. “It's hard to get rid of, sweetheart.” Sweetheart. He's calling me sweetheart again.

Only then did he release me, though his presence still surrounded me like a cage. I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath, my chest heaving. Slowly, my eyes lifted to his. He pressed both palms against the wall on either side of my head, trapping me there. His scent—warm, masculine, intoxicating—wrapped around me. His gaze locked onto mine, dark and searching, as though he could peel away my soul with a look. My heart betrayed me. I wanted him to close the distance, to erase the years and the pain, to claim the kiss I had imagined a thousand times in the quiet of my nights.

he said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. " Now I know why you don't have a girlfriend. Your manner are well not very good. I think you need some etiquette classes maybe then some desperate girl will agree to date you then." She said this all in a self righteous tone as if she hadn't just insulted him. " You..you I will kill you one day." "I love you too dear brother Collin." "Okay okay enough of this. Come sit and eat breakfast and please don't fight early in the morning. "

"Sweetheart we were going to let you rest a day because you were sore but now we aren't and you are going to take everything we give you and you like it. I'm going to punish you now while you suck Tyson's hard dick." "I understand daddy" I tell him softly as I swirl my tongue around the tip before licking down to the base back up to the tip before sliding as much as I possibly can. "Fuck babygirl your mouth is amazing" Tyson groans out as Tristan lands the first two smacks on my already pink ass. I moan loudly around Tyson's dick causing him to tangle his hand in my hair gripping it hard as growls outs "Fuck! Shit! I can't get enough of her sweet mouth"

Sometimes, he would pace outside my studio and leave expensive gifts and handwritten apology letters in messy handwriting, claiming how much he regretted things. He even tried to contact my studio, pretending to be a sponsor, but Mina and I denied his requests ruthlessly. He stubbornly refused to give up on me. The way he stared at me every time he spotted me also made it seem like I was the one who had betrayed his love. I was utterly annoyed by him. He reminded me of a fly that continued to buzz around me no matter how hard I tried to swat it away. I was more surprised when Felix showed up. He was as handsome and refined as ever, dressed in a crisp suit and leather shoes. He looked gloomie