About my love

I was sitting and looking out the window. I didn't even notice the tears streaming down my cheeks anymore. He cheated again!!! What is this!!! Now he'll start insisting he only loves me, and all those bitches!!! By the way, my name is Mila, I'm a blue-eyed blonde of average height and I've been living with an Armenian guy for a year now. Don't get the wrong idea, it's not for the money, I just love him. Deeply, madly!!! Erhan is 26, and I'm 19. He was my first... (well, about that, if you want, in another story)

Okay, let's skip the unnecessary details, back to the story: My sobbing was interrupted by the gentle touch of HIS hands. He authoritatively placed them on my shoulders.

 — Sweet Mila, baby, are you crying again? This time, really, there's no reason, is there?

 — Did you fuck her?

 — For the last six months, besides one stunning blonde, I haven't...

 — Shut up!!! — I jumped up and tried to hit him. I knew it was useless. Er is very temperamental and sex is the meaning of existence for him. Our relationship basically holds on because of my love and his passion. He wants it always, everywhere, and endlessly. Even if I beg him to stop, he ignores me. And now, he grabbed my hands and dragged me to the bed.

 — Listen, Erhan, don't you dare... — I resisted, but I knew I would lose. He was already tearing off my top. His hands began to gently caress my large breasts, which I was terribly shy about.

 — Baby, relax, this is inevitable, — he covered my entire body with kisses.

I wasn't even thinking about resisting anymore. He gathered my light hair in his fist, but I didn't protest against the pain. I was absorbed by the play of emotions on his swarthy face. My hands went under his t-shirt, I gently massaged his muscular chest. I didn't even notice how Erhan undressed, with hands trembling with impatience he tore off the rest of my clothes. My hands slid to his cock. He tensed up completely under the touch of my insatiable fingers. That was it, neither of us could wait any longer. He authoritatively spread my legs and entered with unexpected force, even causing me pain. But what was that pain compared to the indescribable, burning pleasure???

 — I love you, but just... for what??? — I moaned.

 — And you didn't understand just now for what? — he smirked. His hands were caressing my breasts — of course: what had happened wasn't enough for him. But I was terribly tired.

 — Er, not now...

 — Take HIM, Mila, — his request, as always, sounds like an order.

 — And did SHE take it?

 — SHE came for some documents, I don't even know her name. Have you completely lost it??? HER husband is a friend of my dad's. You can check, we crossed paths a couple of times for work...

 — That's enough, honey, stop, yes, better lie, never confess to cheating again, I'll forgive you anyway, and it's easier this way, — I was crying and kissing him all over his body. You'll probably say I'm a doormat, but it's all because of love.

YOUR MILA.

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