Jealousy (Patreon)

The accident was sudden and horrible. Just like that, Grace was gone. Connor grieved for his girlfriend, like anyone would-- they had been a happy couple for two years, and all their friends were under the impression they'd be a couple for the foreseeable future.

Months went by and gradually Connor's pain healed, but understandably, he wasn't back to the happy self he used to be. His bedroom became an uncomfortable place, filled with all manner of reminders of his former relationship. Before falling asleep, after closing his eyes, he could swear sometimes that he could still feel that she was there beside him. He did his best to confront reality.

He frequented a nearby bar, one that had been unfamiliar to him while he was with Grace, but he found that unfamiliarity comforting as he became used to this new chapter of his life. Some of his old charisma trickled back to him as the drinks went down, and he managed to get friendly with a woman sitting nearby. He hadn't intended to pick her up, but with every new drink she sat closer and closer, touching him on his hand, on his shoulder, laughing and smiling flirtatiously. In his inebriated state, he figured he deserved a casual lay. She agreed, and before long they were both on his bed.

She took him in her mouth, and he closed his eyes with a shiver. It had been a while since he had gotten head and this girl knew what she was doing, well enough that he could easily ignore all reminders of Grace in the room.

on qu ou

He opened his eyes. What did he just hear? The girl between his legs moaned around his dick, lewdly slurping. He focused his hearing.

mo on qu nt u

It could still have been his senses playing tricks on him, but he became alert enough to look down from the ceiling and assess the room. He couldn't see anyone else there, but...

moved on quick didn't you

He recognized the voice and his blood ran cold.

A shape rose up from under the bed.