Novel & Cerita The Thought Of You

My thumb hovers. I stood at one place lost in thought…….

God, I was so wet, so warm, so horny thinking about you fucking me. Yes... I thought about you last night. I thought about you losing control. Casting all discretion aside as you let your desire take over. I saw your brow furrow, your lips part. I heard your voice take over your exhale as you pushed into me again and again. Your eyes threatened to close in pleasure... but you kept them on me. I slid my finger up and onto that sensitive spot, and my own voice caught on my breath. Oh god, I thought about you last night.

“It’s for you.” She goes still. I don’t drop to one knee. “You’re my first and my last thought,” I say, my voice shaking, “There isn't a minute in between my day where you aren't on my mind.” Her breath catches slightly. I keep going. “The only time I’m not thinking about everything that could go wrong… is when I’m with you.” Her eyes don’t leave mine. “I don’t know what you call that,” I continue. “If it’s more than love or something else. I don’t care what it’s called.”

Chapter 22: Get Cooking Cleo’s POV I sat cross-legged on the smooth suede sofa in my living room, the glowing screen of my laptop illuminating the darkening room, and tried to figure out where on earth to start. The adrenaline from the afternoon was finally beginning to crash, leaving me with a harsh, pounding headache right between my temples. I still couldn't quite wrap my head around the fact that this was actually happening to my best friend. Stalkers were the kind of thing you read about in trashy magazines or dealt with in high-profile legal divorce cases, not something that happened to bookish, sweet Tiana. The image of that pristine, pitch-black rose with its silver glitter edges was

“Because you are the biggest sin, Isa. You are the sin I should not be committing.” “Then let me go! You do not want me, yet you do not want another to have me! “You do not want me. So let another want me!” “I can't! I can't fucking let you go! You are the thought that persists In my head you are the only person I think of. I had gone into that bar in search of a lady to fuck so I could clear your goddamn thoughts out of my head, but guess what? Nothing made sense to me! Even before she came, you were the only thing that hovered in my head. All I thought about was to be in and beside you Isa. No one fucking makes me this hard!” I groaned taking her hand and placing it on my already throbbing

Too vivid to forget. A thought hit me. A crazy thought.

Care. "I thought…you could use a friend, just about now."

​ "Stop it." ⁠ "You t​hink rea⁠lly loud, yo‍u know that‌? Most people's thoughts​ ar‍e just ba⁠ckg⁠round no​ise. B‌u‌t your​s are clear. Spe‌c⁠ifi⁠c. Brutall‌y honest." "I said sto​p." "Yesterda‌y‍ in the li⁠br‍ary. When Kie‍ran t​ouched⁠ you. I hea⁠rd e‍very thoug⁠ht you had.‍"

I think I am broken. -----------

A faint smear of lipstick near my collarbone No. Not lipstick. Too dark. I touch it. It doesn’t smear. Teeth. My breath leaves me slowly. This wasn’t gentle. This wasn’t soft. I was hungry. And I can’t remember a second of it. Anger starts to burn through the fog. Not at the marks. In the blank space in my head. I grip the sink harder. Think. I remember leaning against the bar. I remember someone stepping into my space without asking permission. “You look bored,” a voice had said.