Resisting Mr. Granville – Blurred Lines Read Online Sam Mariano

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When he unzipped his pants and took out his massive cock. When he stroked it and gazed down at my naked body. When he climbed on top of me and brought the tip of his cock to my pussy.

I didn’t even think I needed it anymore after that orgasm, but as soon as I felt his flesh against mine, that fire ignited again. I wanted him to push it inside me. I wanted to feel every steely inch of him, feel myself gripping him tight. I wanted to know what it was like…

But I couldn’t.

My mother and I had never been close. She’d gotten knocked up by accident and sent me to live with my dad for the first two years of my life. He sent me back to her when he met a woman he wanted to marry, someone who wasn’t trashy like her and who didn’t want the trash he’d created with her living in her shiny new home.

My mom had a revolving door of burnouts and losers. She mostly used them for whatever she could get out of them. I didn’t know what she was getting from Milo, but I knew she didn’t love him. I don’t think she’s even capable of love. She certainly never loved me.

I don’t love her either, but I still couldn’t go through with it. Milo wasn’t her typical loser boyfriend. He had a nice house and a good job and two sons—one about my age, one a few years older. She believed she had some kind of future with him, so even if it wasn’t love, I couldn’t bring myself to do that to her.

I wanted the pleasure he offered me that night, if for no other reason to spend just a small pocket of time outside the lonely hell of my own life, but I knew it wasn’t right.

I made him stop.

Made him leave.

I showered again to try to wash his masculine scent off of me, but I still smelled him all over my body. Still felt his bruising, passionate grip on my thighs as he devoured my pussy.

That night when I touched myself in bed, it was him I thought of. I imagined what it would have been like in my twin bed with my face pressed into the bedding, Milo on his knees behind me pounding his massive cock into my virgin pussy.

I wanted it.

God, how I wanted it.

Instead, I did the right thing—or the rightest thing I could do after what had already happened.

I told my mother.

I expected her to be upset even if she didn’t love him. She has a tendency toward pettiness, so even if she didn’t especially care about him, she wouldn’t want me to have him.

I guess some small part of me thought maybe she would even be a little horrified that a man she had brought into my life had put his hands on me.

Maybe it hadn’t been an abusive, predatory kind of thing since I’m over the age of consent and I didn’t say no, but he had been the aggressor. I never tried to get his attention; he was interested and he let me know it. Sometimes he even messed with me in front of her, and I know she hadn’t been there when he touched my thigh under the table, and she didn’t notice when he’d touched me during movie night even though she was sitting on the same couch, but she’d heard the comments he made about my skimpy sleep shorts, she’d seen the way his gaze lingered on my chest when I came out of the bathroom after a shower in my PJs without a bra on.

There were signs to see if she was paying any attention.

But maybe she wasn’t.

She’d never paid attention to me before, why did I think she would start now?

Her response had been anger, all right—anger at me. She called me a slut, a whore, grabbed her purse off the ground and flung it at my head. I left the apartment before things got more physical and returned home late, once I knew she’d be asleep.

I was afraid to go home at all, but I was only 17 at the time. I didn’t have anywhere else to go.

I’m 18 now, but I still have to finish up senior year of high school, so I’m stuck living with her until graduation. I have a part-time job, but I don’t make enough for my own place. Even if I could afford rent, I wouldn’t have any money to live on.

I just have to finish out the school year, and then I can get out of her house for good.

If I can finish the year strong, maybe I can even get a full ride to a state college. I’m close to qualifying for a merit scholarship, it’s just chemistry I’m struggling with.

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