Mafia Paradise
is
ep in a hurry, thinking I wa
fuck
time and realize it's 8:00 p.m
erything seems to be fine, but my g
Matt. Him and I are not that serious, we met at a college fraterni
a
Infinite clu
re h
a
come. I
till haven't unpacked, because I genuinely don't think I'll be s
a club and end up wearing a matte black, leather
ng to leave my hair natural, I run my fingers through it to get rid of any
k, I put on some light
full length mirror
o
agram later since I haven't posted in
ront door to head out, mama stops me, "Y
d rude and uncalled for, but I am not a child anymore. She does not n
pig. I knew it was coming-I almost smelled it from a mile
lpas, mi amigo está esperando." I snap, all in one breath before slamming the door shut as I head out. (I'm over eighte
ourage from? It's gonna be one
*
ntification card. I immediately find Matt's dark, ocean blue eyes and he rushes over to me
did I have to ma
d trying to wave it off. As I'm about to pul
derstood I didn't want a kiss right now
e hint? I'm not in
ne. He clutches onto my wrist and leads us ov
ver the loud music, almost maki
air with the brightest blue eyes ever. He's a nice gu
It's been five months and I still haven't let him in my pants y
me to cut him off, and honestly
us our drink and we
r a second, I thought he was being sweet. That was
e
be dating him. But that's the thing, I used to like him, I don't anymore. The small actions of his hav
d start a conversation, "Were you th
lume. "Was I not supposed to?" He raises a brow in c
again. Is he not understanding that I'm
s hand forwards for me to grab. A small smile
own. At least this way, I won't have to
he back rooms. Matt was being a bit too touchy with me on the dance floor. I
s me into one of the rooms. Matt pushes me against the wall and starts k
starts sucking, biting, and nibbling.
ow do I
m to get mad, l
him. I might be a virgin, but I'm certainty not a saint. I have made Matt come with my
rt and starts rubbing my clit, messily. He's really not ev
take thi
a little. But he doesn't stop. His heavy breaths fan
, pushing against his ches
esn't
had intended to be. Thought, my voice still
. He almost looses his balance and lands on his ass bef
Matt scoffs, fixing himse
I try explaining my side of the sto
He slightly raises his voice at me,
rsh tone. I fucking hate when
I'm go
he right to be angry with me. I feel like I'm leading him on. But I wi
to him, n
er realizing I don't have anything to say. A f
ing
t back down at the same barstool an
men li
all pissed off. I won't let him inside
find myself settling for less, and I'm reali
d hot sex. Matt knows nothing about my desires and w
ot once has he ever complimented the way I look. It doesn't even have to be wi
want someone to look at me, adore me, compliment m
even stop when I tell him to. I internally gro
orever-I look around the dance floor and my eyes u
. It looks so soft and fluffy, making me want
spread wide open. His muscles bulge through his shirt, to the po
breaking eye contact once. My eyes run over his jaw and che
" The bartender speaks and
d when I look back
aming or
back to the house, sin
I see both of my parents. They stand there, th
l,