Chapter 46

“Guys, I gotta run!” I tell them but their brows are arching.
“Where?” they ask in unison.
“I'm going to have sex!” I snap.
“Eww!” Egan snaps with a smirk, we all crack up.
“Did you have to spell it out like that?” Steve asks and we chuckle again. They are pestering me.
“You asked for it. It's Amber!” I add with a grin
“Wait? She's into you now?! For the nth round?” Steve asks sarcastically. “We didn't know.”
“Always has, dummy!” I snap prodding his arm playfully.
We depart, we all have a thing or two to go after now. As always, Steve is making it to his last on the list tonight, Egan and I are just messing. In fact, we don't want to talk about it. I'm in live with the girl he loves, for that reason, he's holding back on his last target, I am as well. I hadn't made appearances around Jess but she's always noticed—she’s not going to be a problem. But there you have Egan, fucking fucking up everything. He's defiant but keeps lying to us about his last target. At one time he said that they almost fucked but she didn't want to and we both know that the baddie is attracted to Egan. He's only being the smarter one but I ain't letting that happen. I won't talk about it for now, it's not necessary. I have Amber to please tonight.

I'm standing in front of a Duplex, it's quite fancy, it must be in the name of Amber; I've once heard her girl pals talk about it. I automate the locks to my car qns hard to the door, before my hand land on the door bell, the door flings open. I see Amber sexily covered in a see through mini body con, it's cremed-like; matching her gleaming skin. She moves away from the door as I proceed, following her lead after the door is shut. She veers to face me, I sight her buds egging against seductive dress. Yeah, this is for me, this is to please me. I'm proud her efforts so far; she's amazing right now...
“Welcome to my abode, do feel comfortable before the hike is on...”
“Are we doing the classics now?” I tease, her bubbly lips curl into a smile.
“Whatever it is Dayle, we are going to settle the differences between us here...” she pulls closer to me closing the distance between us and now her arms are wrapped around my neck. “...and now! Do you agree?” she asks, what more can I do other than smile broader. Booty calls are my things entirely, I don't pretend when I've got a chance. This is the only thing that I could do to get me off Chrissy—not completely but I could try. I don't want to think reminisce over the earlier incident; I might just back down.
“Yes hottie!” I cup her face. “I’ve been a dick to you the last time but I’ll make it up for every loss you suffered—that’s if you suffered any loss!” I tell her and she seems to like the whole thing.
“Do you have a lover?” She asks. Not again, this question shouldn't pop in every time we have to get on the main business. I swallow up lightly.
“Let's just say, Dayle is not acquainted to anyone but could be...” I say to her and she takes that in good fate. Great, we both don't have that much time to argue and besides; she could just love Distro instead. I'm nowhere close to returning her love, I can't even if I feign to. I love Chrissy. As fucked up as it sounds, that's the only validity. “What do you want from me tonight, whatever and however it is; I accept my punishment to please you...”
“Good question. Fuck me Dayle, I want to scream the way I fucking want—it’s just us and no one else. Deal?”
I didn't expect that but what else can the sex god say if not thank the special havens for dicks?!
“Your call!” I snap.
Our lips clench, it's not slow and steady as she would always want it, it's speedy, breathtaking and hungry. I love it. Mmm. I love every taste, her energy and dedication into this work is divine, it only says one thing, sexual satisfaction.
We stagger our way to the bedroom, she takes off my clothes—she purses her lips when she sees my cock gloriously hanging. I smirk. She propels me toward the large bed sinking into the silky sheets. She gives me a flirty grin, I love the attitude. She crawls towards me, I don't wait a minute before I grab her slim midriff.
“Hard Dayle, just before you break my heart; you owe me this one!” she adds under breath, she is aware that I listen to every word, that alone rocks my mood.
My hands starts shoving her body con past her butt cheeks as she sits on me—my hard-on. I massage them, smooth and daring. She buries my face in between her sizable boobies right after she brings them out of their temporal home. I latch on the pink buds, switching from left to right; vice versa. We kiss more passionately as we grow. She isn't wearing a thong or pantie, I remind myself again that Amber Hart is ready for me; good thing I didn't have plans of ditching her. Not once. I gently place her body on the sheets rather. She smiles at me, combing her lengthy hair backwards. I kneel pulling her legs towards me and I'm now between her legs; licking my lips. Her pussy is shaved, hungry, wet and shelving. I dig in and she moans out instantly.
“Ahh, Dayle. Fucking eater...” she purrs out
I say nothing but flicker and lick her up. I do it with so much devotion, it's all about her tonight... My temporal escape before I start to think straight. She's breathing heavily, her fingers rake my rake, it's a onetime grip, would it be enough? She's writhing, her legs are trembling...
“I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna—”
She makes a fountain splash on me... That's huge and amazing. I'm fucking hard and all I want is to stroke right away, she can't wait either.
“Holy fuck Dayle, fuck me now...” she says.
“Don’t mention baby, I'm all yours!” I tell her back, she splays her legs wider while I try to nuzzle my cock into her slippery cunt.
Squeak. Little me goes deep inside her and she yelps at once, she's adjusting to my size as I stroke her into the deepest ends. She's accommodating me pretty well.
Slam. Slam. Slam. My hand holds her by her neck as she was out my name, address, at each step taken. Her legs rest on my shoulders as our bodies rock...
“Gosh! Yeah! Yeah!! Nyeah!!!” she moans out.
I flip her over, she's now on fours, I slide into her hole in one bidding, I fuck her with every energy I have left—saved for her precisely. I'm calculative when it's about sex, that I know, my ounces to be burned out gets paid off duly... I don't leave a pending desire unsatisfied.
We switch positions. She's now on top of me, she’s doing the reverse cowgirl and it's fucking good. She bounces and wiggles on my dick religiously. Yes, that's what I want in return, her honest devotion. But am I honest with mine?
Now here's the thing, for some fucking reason; I'm picturing Chrissy in every dimension. I want her that badly, she's impossible to erase from one’s thought. If Egan is able to sleep well withiyt her thought creeping into his heart—then he’s not what he claims to be but rather he's a dickhead. I want Chrissy. I want to make her mine and remembering the fact that she's now my step-sibling makes me more crazier than ever. I get paranoid and keep hitting Amber.
In Amber’s term, it's called a good fuck but in my term, it's nothing more than a distraction.
We proceed to the dresser, she leans on it while I slam her from behind... We share a kiss against out sweaty bodies, her head falls back at me and we share another tongue twisting kiss. The several rounds ends with a long kiss. I pull her against my chest, she smiles at me. She's satisfied and so am I. I have to be since Chrissy’s thoughts keeps coming into while I'm with Amber. I hate that it's that way, I'm nky so sure this was a distraction since I still think of Chrissy.
“You’re just what I needed.” she says snapping me out of my deep thoughts.
“You were awesome. Did you pop a viagra or something? You were just addictive...” I tease and she smiles at me.
“Shower? We could eat out too!”
“All seems perfect.”

We start eating the steaks, she's longing to ask me a question and all I do is pray that she doesn't ask a question. She's too cautious and sensitive. She does not want to conclude that this is only a fling but rather she wants to interpret the whole thing as a memorable ‘connection’.
I'm only wearing a shirt but I'm unnecessarily restless, or feels like I shouldn't be here. I should be somewhere, like home with Chrissy. Just it. Why does it feel so wrong to do what I LOVE to do, SEX?
“Don't you like it? I ordered it like an hour before you showed up!” she hinys me and I nod lightly. “Well, tomorrow's gonna be a good day. Girl President would be concluded and announced, what do you think?”
“Awesome. It should be you!” I snap truthfully, I can't think of anyone else if she isn't the one. Molly can not be a choice, she's good for it but no, it won't be advisable and besides, th committee wouldn't say yes to that. It should be Amber. I'd love it more if Chrissy tales on that role, she deserves it but she epulnt oblige to it. I agree, I prefer the fact that she's not included in this student political madness. A lot of shits goes wrong, she's better of neutral.
“Wow Dayle, you think so?” she asks
“I know so!”
Her countenance brightens even more, did she want my recommendation or was she only asking randomly?