“You are amazing,” he whispered.
He placed his hands on the sides of my face, staring into my eyes. I saw raw passion and love in the depths of his eyes. I couldn’t believe this man was mine to hold and to love forever.
He pulled off my top, trailing kisses down my neck.
He teased my nipples with the tips of his fingers while trailing kisses down my throat. We both moaned when he brushed his lips across my nipple. I went on my knees, reaching for the zipper of his pants.
“Baby …” he groaned.
I pulled down his zipper, and he pushed his pants down his legs. I tugged on the waistband of his boxers, exposing his engorged cock. I filled my mouth with his cock, deep-throating it.
I stroked the underside of his cock while sucking the tip.
“Ah, fuck, Amber. You’re such a good girl,” he cried.
I continued to suck his cock, bobbing my head as I spun it around in my mouth. My tongue orbited the crown of his cock, flicked against the tip, and lightly grazed the pink cap. He groaned, shuddering as his fat cock slipped in and out of my mouth. Then, I sucked in the insides of my cheeks, milking him. I felt his cock twitch. He cried out with pleasure.
He jerked his cock out of my mouth. Then, he lifted me onto the couch. He pulled down my pants, stroking the insides of my thighs with his fingers. My pussy was so wet.
“What a lush, beautiful flower,” he said, rubbing his finger on my labia.
Nicholas sucked my pussy lips into his mouth, moaning. The warmth of his mouth sent shivers through me. He stroked the full length of my wet pussy. I felt his tongue slide into me a few times. Then, he brushed his lips across my clit. He rubbed my pelvis as he sucked and gnawed on my clit. My moans of ecstasy filled the room. He warned me about the things that he would do to me. He told me how much he would suck my clit until I exploded. He teased me about the way my thighs quivered. Then, he drove two fingers into me, pleasuring my pussy.
He kissed my nipples, one at a time. He squeezed my breasts as he twirled his tongue on one of my sensitive nipples.
I felt his warmth as the tip of his cock teased the opening of my pussy. My pussy stretched as he entered me. I moaned. He kissed me on the lips as he continued to thrust his cock into me.
“Amber, oh, baby,” he cried.
“Fuck me harder,” I moaned. “I’m all yours.”
He nibbled on my nipple, sending electrical currents through my body. Nicholas’s cock stroked the front wall of my pussy, making me cry out. He started to fuck me with hard-paced thrusts. Each thrust made me moan louder than the last one.
I started to tremble as a gigantic wave of orgasm rolled through my body. He intensified the pace of his thrusts, whispering to me as he rammed his cock in and out of me. He held me when my orgasm exploded. He kissed my sweaty brow and continued to stroke my body until he also had an orgasm.
After our intense lovemaking session, he stayed inside me, placing his head on my chest.
After coming down from my orgasm, I looked down at him. “Can you please get out of me and leave?”
He looked up at me, puzzled.
“Just because you got me off a couple of times doesn’t mean I forgive you. Now, kindly slip out of me, get dressed, and don’t let the door hit you on the way out. I told you that you have to earn my forgiveness. Now, earn it.”
Twenty-Five
Nicholas
Every day, I had roses delivered to Amber with a card telling her how important she was to me, begging for forgiveness. When I called her, she wouldn’t pick up. My texts and messages went unanswered. I didn’t know what to do, so here I was, at my desk with my laptop open, about to type an email to Sybil, Amber’s best friend. I hoped she was willing to help me.
Here goes nothing.
Dear Sybil,
How are you? I am reaching out to you today for help. The person I love the most in the world won’t forgive me. You might know her. Her name is Amber, and she is beautiful and fierce. She’s my everything.
Could you please help me get through to her? I would be forever in your debt.
Sincerely,
Nicholas Brighton
I really hoped she responded.
Not even a minute later, the email icon beeped with an incoming message.
Hello, Cunt. I mean, Nicholas.
Anyway, let me get down to the point. Why should I help you? You hurt my friend badly. I can forgive almost anything. But hurting my best friend? Hell to the fuck no. I mean, are you stupid? How could you have believed that cum dumpster of an ex whose pussy has had more rides than Jeff Gordon’s race car?
But since you said you would forever be in my debt, I’ve decided to help you. As you see, I have attached a twelve-page letter of my terms. If you agree to them, I will help you. So, read up, buttercup.
With both my middle fingers in the air.
Cheers,
Sybil
I pulled up the attachment and read through it. Is she Serious?
She wanted a monthly gift card balance of one thousand dollars to the adult store Sixty-Nine and monthly manicures and facials. She wanted to pick out my suits for work. In her words, the ones I wore were so ’90s.
She was something else, but Amber was worth it, so I clicked on the signature space, typed my name, and sent it.
One hour later, the message icon popped up.
Dear Cunt Nicholas,
You’re not a pussy after all.
This is what you need to do. Grovel every day. Call her and leave messages. Send her some of her favorite things. Show her how sorry you are, that she is a queen and deserves to be treated with respect. Do you understand, Cunt?
You really fucked up, but if you’re meant to be, she will crack and be putty in your hands or mouth—you choose.
And don’t mess up ever again.
With both my middle fingers in the air.
Sybil
I said a silent prayer. I hope this works.
I wouldn’t give up until I had my girl.
Twenty-Six
Amber
A Couple of Months Later
Nicholas and I had been dating for months. I was still wrapping my mind around all of it.
I almost hadn’t forgiven him. He would send me roses and messages every day. I would just ignore him, but he wouldn’t give up. When he had shown up at my door with an Amazon box full of L.J. Shen books, I’d slowly started to forgive him.
It hadn’t happened overnight, but here we were.
It felt like we’d just started dating yesterday. His sweet love messages woke me up every morning. We were like teenagers who had just discovered the thrill of falling in love and the joys that love could bring. We had become inseparable. We went everywhere together, took lots of trips, and often stayed the night at each other’s apartment.
Everything was going well at the office, but I had been thinking of establishing my own firm. Nicholas and I still tried to remain professional in the office. But sometimes, I just wanted to rip off his shirt during a meeting and have him fuck me hard on his desk.
One weekend, Dad asked us to meet him at one of his real estate buildings. We didn’t know what he was up to, but we decided to honor his invitation. The two-story building was in one of the best parts of town.
Dad took us into a spacious, furnished office. “Amber, what do you think of this office?” he asked.