Novel & Cerita Wednesday Fanfic

he whispers against my neck, before peppering kisses there and on my shoulder. Even if I'm angry, my body betrays me and gives into his kisses. I let him take control of me. ********* Once I'm about to finish off work on Friday, I don't even ask Dean anymore if he's coming with me. We've been going in seperate cars since Wednesday, and every evening it was the same thing this week. Dean would work way into the late evening. His moods have been terrible, and we've been picking fights on each other about silly things, nearly every single evening. Well, actually, he's been blowing up at me, and I simply respond in my stubborn way.

ME: Todd 🙈 ME: You can't just say things like that while I'm trying to get ready for school. BESTIE: I'm not at school yet either. I'm in bed. Thinking of you. BESTIE: Thinking of Wednesday night. In your room. BESTIE: Thinking of how you felt wrapped around me. I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper. My fingers trembled as I typed. ME: You're going to make me late. BESTIE: Then be late. BESTIE: Be late with me. BESTIE: Tell me what you're wearing. I laughed softly, shaking my head at the screen. Even through text, I could feel him—that combination of gentle and commanding that made my knees weak.

He leaned in and laid on top of me but he put all his weight on his elbows. “I have a fantasy. In it we barely make it out of bed on weekends because on weekdays, I work till five and although your job schedules are flexible, you're busy. But on weekdayas, I wake up first and I wake you up and then we make love, without rush. We forget time even exist.when I'm buried inside you. I think about you all day and you think about me non-stop, we text each other and call and facetime and email, telling ourselves how impatient we are to be together again at night."

“You’re really doing this, aren’t you? Moving into his mansion. Becoming his… what? Submissive? Pet? Little librarian slut?” I laughed despite myself. “Something like that.” Tiana flopped back against the cushions, staring at the ceiling. “Three hours, Kris. You spent three hours with him today and came back looking like you’d been thoroughly ruined — thighs sticky, lips swollen, walking funny. And tomorrow it’s eight hours. Every Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. You’re basically moving in with a man who’s going to fuck you senseless on a schedule.” “Yeah,” I whispered, thighs pressing together at the memory of his cock stretching me, his voice in my ear counting strokes while I thanked him, the

Yes it was really really awkward after that, but it didn't take too long either because it was easy for Dwyne to get rid of the awkward atmosphere by just maybe cracking a joke? I still remember when that happened. I think that was Wednesday. Ereyesterday! ***

she told him. "We don't need any spicing up. We're fine," he stated, getting defensive. "No, we're not. We're boring. Missionary position every Wednesday and Saturday and...oooh...if we're feeling kinky, we might even do it on Friday too, is boring!" she said with a sigh.

Wednesdays were shit. Jared had never thought otherwise, but now more than ever, he hated Wednesdays. The brief but explosive beginning to his weekend had rocked his world to the core, and yet the thing that had spun his world on its axis had pushed him away. She had pushed him away. And losing a chance to be with a woman like Felicity, it made him fucking hate today. Fucking Wednesdays.

I didn't think it would be something I'd enjoy, but so far, I have. “Well, the clients can go to hell then.” Damon said and next to me. I knew he was being sarcastic. We had people from the UK coming in, and there's no way we could miss the mouth watering deal I saw on the paper just yesterday. “You aren't serious, are you?” I asked, my face half buried in the bed. “As long as you are not.” He said, snuggling close to me. “Ugh. I hate Wednesdays!” I replied.

Ambrose Torture! That is what this week has been. Sierra is going to send me over the edge. It is the weekend, and neither of us has work, and she doesn’t have classes. We are stuck with one another most of the weekend. She is going out with friends tonight. Wade and Jackson are accompanying her, but they will stay at a safe distance to avoid being noticed by her friends. It would raise too many questions.