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Narissa felt as if he would rip her in two. This no longer felt good, and she had a pretty good idea that he knew it. Why would erotic fiction gay he bring her body to the heights of pleasure only to hurt her? If erotic fiction gay this was what sex was like, she didn’t want anymore to do with it. She tried to hold the tears back, but they escaped from the corner of her eyes. She didn’t think she had ever cried so much in her life. “I know it was painful for your first time angel, but you will get use to my ways. You made my cock harder that it’s ever been. I think we will be very good together.” He murmured as he pressed kiss on her erotic fiction gay neck. “Jake, let me up please. I would like to get dressed.” She tried to push him away, but he seemed to have other ideas. He wouldn’t budge. “What exactly do erotic fiction gay you propose to wear? Your shirt and bra are no longer useful.” “Why did you do that? Why did you rip my clothes like that?” “I couldn’t help myself. I’ve waited a long time for you Narissa.” He said in an odd sort of voice. ‘Jake, let me up right now. If you can lend me a shirt I would appreciate it. I want to leave erotic fiction gay.” She persisted. There was no way she could stay with him after this. She was seeing a side of him that was perhaps there all along but she was too dumb to acknowledge it. A malevolent look came across Jake’s face and before Narissa knew it, her face was clenched roughly in his hands. “You don’t seem to get it Narissa,” he sneered “You are not going anywhere. Ever. When you gave yourself to me, you became mine. You are mine!” Jake hissed the words through clenched teeth.

Narissa thought she had been scared before, but now she knew what true fear was. To be continued… Brooklyn Heigts Ch. 02 “Kobe?” He looked as if he wanted to pass out. Kobe erotic fiction gay used to be one of my best friends. She was the first girl that I talked to when I moved up to New York. I had let that trifling bitch into my house. I had even left her stay over when her apartment had been erotic fiction gay painted. She was there 3 full days. Most of the time that she was there erotic fiction gay I wasn’t because I had to work a lot and go to school. That must have been the time that she had made her moves with my man. I wasn’t going to let him go running back to her. This meant war. “Look, bitch. The next time you decide you wanna fuck someone’s man, make sure it’s yours!” I hung up the phone on her as she began replying to what I had just said to her. I turned it off just to make sure she didn’t erotic fiction gay call back. Then my eyes set on him. He looked guilty and began stepping back into the bathroom. I walked over to him erotic fiction gay and I stood right in front of him. Even though he was 5’6, I am only 5’1 erotic fiction gay and still had to look up at him slightly. Even so, I saw him tremble a little and what he knew was going to be a fight, possibly physical. “How dare you sleep with that little-eyed bitch? That fuckin’ Chinese whore? You know that’s what she used to be right? Nothing but a hole for some disease ridden bastards to get their rocks off. And you slept with her. In our home, the place that you and me sleep. And you have the nerve to ask me whether or not I’m sleeping with any of your sleazy friends. I cannot believe you.” I wanted so erotic fiction gay badly to punch him in his stomach but it wouldn’t do much. Even though he was short, he was built. He was training to become a New York firefighter and could easily erotic fiction gay take me. I thought even though I couldn’t hurt him with my fists, maybe I could with my words. But that didn’t seem to be happening because all of a sudden as he looked down at me, he began erotic fiction gay to smile. It wasn’t that of amusement. It was one more of that that he knew he had me. He knew that there was really nothing I could do to stop erotic fiction gay him from sleeping with that little tramp. To prove his point, he simply walked past me as if I wasn’t even there. This made me furious. As soon as he walked past, I quickly turned him around as hard erotic fiction gay as I could as slapped him with all erotic fiction gay of my might. Sometimes I don’t know my own strength. This was one of those times. I had left a huge, red hand mark on his face. And the deep crimson color that he turned as a result of it easily covered where I had slapped him. I stepped make in fear. I afraid that he would hit me back unlike before when he would usually just walk away. He made a step towards me like was going to do something but might have thought better of it. Again he smiled that cocky smile and rubbed his cheek a little. All the while he stared at me with his hard eyes. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he spoke. Softly, but firmly.