1. Fool's Paradise


    Date: 10/9/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Erotica, Reluctance, Romance, Young, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    shaking against his only made the feeling last. He dropped down next to her on the floor, the wood cold and hard against his flushed skin. He tried to control his breathing. Everything was peaceful and perfect. Eva smiled at him, the little knowing smile that set her apart from every other girl in the world. He thought about how many hours were still left in the day and how it would be perfect to have her in his bed. Dark hair on the pillows. They could make love, feel each other entirely, none of the addictive dirt, just pure emotion. His fingers twined with hers as the world came back. The whine of sirens blaring past on the street. The rhythmic tick of the wall clock. And then, for the second time that day, the buzzer sounded. Eva started. “Leave it,” Max breathed. “Pretend there’s nobody here.” Her eyes met his. “Who do you think it is?” As if in answer, a voice came from the corridor outside. “Max? Are you home? I need to talk to you face to face. I’m not having all this legal bull, okay?” Both of them recognised his ex-wife’s voice. “Relax,” Max whispered. “She doesn’t have a key.” “Max, I know you’re in there.” “You locked the door, right?” Eva asked, her brows pulled together. “I think so.” Max said but even as he said the words, the sick chill in his stomach told him he was wrong. The door handle rattled and then there was the sound of footsteps. “Max?” He saw Marie’s shoes, heard her gasp. He stared at the ceiling, too crushed to cover himself. “I’m busy.” “Yes, ...
    well, I can see that,” her voice was laced with sarcasm. “Jesus Christ, the papers aren’t through and you’re already on the road again?” She wasn’t hurt. Maybe she was even happy. She stood there contemptuously as they hurried to dress, scuttling around like guilty children. “Eva Shaw, huh? What on earth will your father say?” Eva didn’t speak. Max could sense the defeat radiating from her. She dressed calmly. Marie was still talking, stupid, meaningless words that were like white noise. He didn’t hate her. She would enjoy it of course, enjoy spreading the gossip and news about him, exaggerating it to make jaws drop and reputations disappear. And yet, it didn’t matter. The end had been imminent from the first spark of desire. Maybe Eva would hang on, try to show him nothing had changed but whatever they’d had was over. The secret was out. He watched her leave and she threw an attempt at a smile over her shoulder before disappearing. Marie stood there, watching him triumphantly. He thought about trying to persuade her to keep her mouth shut but she wasn’t the kind of woman who could be reasoned with. “What were you thinking, Max?” she asked, and her voice was deceptively soft. “George Shaw’s daughter?” Max dragged his hands through his hair. It was raining again outside the window, and he could see a faint rainbow arcing across the sky. The smell of grass still lingered. “I wonder what he’ll do,” Marie continued. “Maybe he’ll throw her out. He’s too soft for that though. Do you ...
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