Chapter 92: Broken Dreams Stories 94

We spent the day cuddling together, watching movies, and taking breaks to make lunch and dinner. I switched how I was with each time I drew a new film out of the hat. It was a peaceful day, and we all enjoyed it. After dinner, we decided to take a break from the movie marathon and walk to the lake. We out to the dock, sitting down along the edge, feet dangling in the water, watching the sunset.

“What will happen once we fly back to the city?” I asked, “Mike Drew only have one more week of leave left.” I reached for Mike’s hand, and he our fingers together, squeezing my hand.

“Well, your mom and our won’t be yet, so we will have the house to ourselves. I think it would be a good idea for us to start looking for a big enough for all of us. I know I would feel better knowing you were far away from your bitch of a mother.” Drew . I nodded my head in agreement. I didn’t want to think about Drew and Mike being gone for six more months. So I leaned my head against Mike’s shoulder decided I wouldn’t think about it right now.

We sat along the dock, and I was cuddled between Mike and Drew. We enjoyed the calm evening and quiet chatting until the mosquitos tried to make a meal out of us, and we all retreated to the house. Standing inside the sliding door, I scratched at a mosquito bite, thinking I might want to reconsider living so close to water since the bugs seemed to like the way I tasted, when Patrick came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck. I groaned and relaxed into him as he continued trailing kisses down my neck. My legs almost out when he ran his teeth across my ear lobe and gave very masculine chuckle before he scooped me in his arms tumed toward the stairs.

“Where are we going?” I giggled as Patrick nuzzled my neck. “Are we done with movie day?”

“Don’t worry, love, I have something that will be even better to a movie. Patrick grinned wickedly.

“So what is it called? I asked, playing along called watching my dick slide into your tight hole,” Patrick murmured into my ear as he began to climb the stairs.

+10 01:07 That sounds like an interesting show. When does it start? I teased.

“Just as soon as I get you onto your bed, Patrick promised, entering my bedroom and kicking the door closed behind him. Crossing the room, he laid me on the bed, stripping off clothes and joining me on the bed.

“Well, someone looks like they are ready for the , I teased, looking down at Patrick’s hard dick.

Oh love, he’s been ready to go since I wrapped my arms around you downstairs. Now, let’s get you out of these clothes because there is something 1 want to show you ”

“Show me, hmm, I wonder what there could be left to show me,”

While we were talking, Patrick had been working on getting my clothes off I was now completely naked, lying on the bed in front of him.

“Like what you see?” I teased, moving my legs so he could see everything.

Patrick groaned as his eyes took in my soaking pussy; reaching out, he slowly ran his finger from my entrance to my clit, causing me to whimper at the sensation.

“I think w nk you are as ready I am. Isn’t that right, love?” he growled, climbing in between my legs.

“Yes, please,” I he slid my legs over his shoulders and slammed into me. I screamed his name as my pussy stretched around his dick, and with two more thrusts, I falling apart around him. Patrick groaned as my walls clamped around him, forcing him to pump harder into me. I could another orgasm beginning to build as his dick ran across my spot.

*Please don’t stop, I’m so close,” I begged him. Patrick growled in response, moving my legs off his shoulder and spreading them wide. He continued to slam into me so fast I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. Patrick moaned, and I could feel the head of his dick bumping my cervix; we both came apart at the same time and our voices mingled we cried out together.

Patrick rolled off of me, careful not to accidentally hit my ribs, and gathered me in his arms, turning my face so he could kiss gently on the hips before letting out another groan.

“Love, him.

have no idea how much I have wanted to do this you all day. Patrick murmured, giving my ear a final nibble before pulling me closer to “You’re right; I did enjoy the show, I told him; resting my on his shoulder, I ran my fingers along his side, finding a along one of his ribs. I stopped and looked at him with questions running through my mind. “What happened here?” I asked him, running my finger along the scar. It was long and thin and felt too narrow to be a knife wound “Hmm,? Oh, that? It’s just a surgery scar, nothing too exciting. He told me as he his fingers down my bare back.

“What kind of surgery?” I was curious now that he was sounding evasive.

“Broke rib in a fight, it punctured a lung and poked holes in a couple of other vital organs, so they went in so I wouldn’t bleed to death. He said it so calmly like it happened daily and wasn’t a big deal. I propped myself up on my elbows and stared at him in shock.

“Do the others know?” I asked in shock.

“Of course,” Patrick snorted. Drew was the one who made me go to the hospital after the fight. Boy, my mom was mad once she knew I would be . Have you ever been scolded in Irish? Let me tell you, it’s not present.” Patrick shuddered I just sat there, stunned, looking at him.

“When was this?” I looked at the sear again. It was healed, so it must been a while “Hmm, ten, almost eleven years ago. My dads got me into boxing when I was about five. When I turned eighteen, they introduced me to the underground fighting ring. I was doing really well until that last fight. I don’t know what my mom to my dads, but once I was out of the hospital, they wouldn’t let me fight anymore. That’s also when I was given a company to run,”

“You’re lucky that happened before I knew you, I grumbled. “Or being told off in Irish would have been the least of your worries.”

Patrick cocked an eyebrow at me. “Oh really, what would a tiny thing like you have done to me?” He asked, his voice teasing.

“Hmm, most likely withheld sex until you promised never to do it again.” I grinned, looking at Patrick’s horrified expression.

, love, that would just be punishing both of us,” Patrick , a note of teasing back in his voice.

“I miss the great sex, yes, but I do have four other boyfriends who I’m sure would be happy to pick up the slack.” I think I might shocked him into silence I looked at him, waiting for a response.

He chuckled, “You know, love, I think I will be a very good boy after this,” he said, rolling toward me. I smiled, thinking he was going to kiss me, until I felt his fingers running up my sides and then digging under my arms. I shrieked as he tickled me, laughing until tears were running down my face. He stopped immediately, though, when I called for mercy and told him I about to pee.

Propping himself on his elbows over me, he kissed me gently. “I love you,” he whispered against my lips.

“I love you too,” I said, him back.