Chapter 17
Maria - 26 Years Old
FROM THE PRIVATE NOTES OF DR. ANNA MORRIS
I surveyed myself in the mirror, running my hands up my flat stomach to cup my generous breasts. The girls always looked good with or without a bra, but they looked spectacular right now. The bra I wore wasn't made to cup and comfort. With its lacey cups that were cut out to showcase my pointed berry-red nipples, its primary purpose was to seduce. To bring men to their knees. It was pure lustful sexiness that even a celibate priest wouldn't be able to resist.
My pussy tingled as I imagined Simon on his knees in front of me. His mouth kissing my stomach as he stared at me with unbridled passion. Desire. Want. Need. Love.
I turned around and stared at my high, firm ass. The panties were also for show and designed to either be ripped off or fucked on. It was crotchless, of course, but it also split up the ass, so my crack and half my cheeks were on full display. Easyaccess. Simon loved my ass. Spanking it, eating it, and fucking it. My man knew how to keep me satisfied. And I knew I did it for him, too. Why else would he be coming to see me so often lately?
Iknew I was a looker. I didn't go through life with blinders on about what I looked like to men. And not to toot my own horn, but I was a fucking wildcat in bed. Years of fucking, I picked up something from each partner and curated my performance to match their needs. Their kinks. Even if it wasn't to my taste or comfort level, but a girl had to do what she had to do to keep her man satisfied.
And right now, I only cared about satisfying one man. Finally, after years of casual fucking—casual on his part—I could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Excitement floated in my belly at seeing him soon. He was going to come in his pants when he saw me. Unless he wanted to eat first, of course. I had roast chicken cooking in the oven. It was one of those pre-stuffed ones you just chucked in and forgot about until the oven timer went off. I had garlic bread ready to pop in later, and a pre-packaged salad took care of the health side of things. I wasn't a cook, but I always made an effort with Simon. Sure, he barely touched what I made. Sometimes, he took off before dinner was even ready. But tonight, I had him all to myself. All night.
I grabbed my phone to check the time. Six-thirty. There were no new messages from him since he last contacted me.
Simon:You free tonight?
Maria:Hi :) Yes! You coming over?
Iwinced. My response was a bit too eager and quick. I should've played it a bit cooler.
Simon:Yeah, got no plans tonight so thought I'd swing by at 6 if that's cool?
Maria:Of course :) I'll make us something. Anything in particular you wanna eat?
Simon:No, I'm good.
No, he was good for food, or no, he was good for food preference? I wasn't sure, but I had immediately rushed to the grocery shop anyway.
Maria:Can't wait to see you <3
Simon:Yep!
He wasn't very talkative by text anyway. Or in person.
I wondered where he was. I would call him, but I didn't want to distract him if he was driving.
The smell of the sage and onion-stuffed chicken was strong, so I scurried to the kitchen to check. Then I remembered that I wouldn't know what to check for anyway, so as long as it didn't look burned, I decided to leave it until the timer went off.
I straightened when a sound caught my ear. It sounded like a male's voice coming from out in the hallway. A familiar male voice.
Simon.
Who was he talking to?
I creaked my door open slightly and poked my head out. I might be proud of my body, but that didn't mean I wanted my neighbors to get an eye full.
Sure enough, Simon was out in the hall chatting with my neighbor, Sofia. Standing a little too close to her, it appeared.Maybe blocking her from moving forward? Simon was Barron's cousin, and Barron was back in a relationship with Eden, who was Sofia's best friend. I didn't know he knew Sofia like that, though. Certainly not in the way I was witnessing. I couldn't see Sofia's face as Simon was blocking it, but I could hear low, stern words coming from her.
"...such an arrogant ass..."
I made a move to interrupt, to chastise her for being a bitch to my man. But then Simon spoke.
"I don't know why you won't admit you want me."
