50 Sexcapades [Erotica Compilation] novel Chapter 52

"Clint, what are you doing standing in the hallway? Your food is getting-

"Anna, I don't know how else to do this. I don't think we should see each other anymore?" I said, staring at my now ex-girlfriend in the dimly lit hall.

She raised her eyebrows and shook her head "Excuse me? Why the hell are you doing this Clint?"

I sighed and leaned against the wall. "Look, there's a lot of reasons for it but I don't want to drag this out anymore. I just want you to know so that you can just move on to the sea of men who would kill to be with you."

Her stare bore into me like acid. "What about Tuscany? You said we would go for our anniversary and get married one day? What should I tell my parents? My friends? Oh god, this is so embarrassing."

I tried not to hound her about the fact that she was yet again making everything about her but kept my cool. "Look, I'm sorry about everything. I have to go. Maybe we can still be friends."

I walked away and towards my car, where Helena sat in the passenger seat.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, suddenly looking fearfully ahead of her.

I turned and saw that Anna had followed me out and was now watching Helena and I leave together. She looked pissed beyond hell and was screaming something indecipherable.

"Oh yeah, don't worry about anything babe," I said, pulling out and driving away. I couldn't however shake the image from my mind. Anna had bipolar disorder which she managed pretty well with her meds. I just hoped she was still on them..

The drive back to my place helped me forget about what just went down. I was entranced by Helena.. Her soft voice, beautiful smile, the adorable scent of fresh laundry and conditioner. I learned a bit more about her too. She was a film student at a prestigious college close to here and had some really interesting hobbies. She was born in Colombia and had moved to the US since she was 5, but still had a hint of Latin in her accent.

I was a gentleman to her, opening the door for her when we got home and holding her hand protectively. She made me realize how few people like her I actually had in my life. She was honest and genuine and remarkably kind. Despite all this, however, I still couldn't help but imagine fucking her like a whore tonight.

"Wow," she said, looking around in awe at the floor to ceiling windows and tasteful furniture.

"Don't be too impressed, I just hired an interior designer to do the place."

"Clint" she moaned, in her sweet angelic voice. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pleaded with me with her soft brown eyes to fuck her and have her all to myself. To be her first cock.

I peeled her panties off her slim legs like a candy wrapper and smiled deviously at her before slowly making my way down until my lips met her warm, delicious wet pussy.

Her body tensed with pleasure at the first lick. "Oh G-

We were interrupted by a sudden loud crash...the sound of glass shattering and the alarm blaring off.

We sat up immediately and I knew..felt it with a dread in my stomach

Anna

TO BE CONTINUED...