My defenses were obliterated. A few more minutes and she stopped. She wrapped her arms around my stomach from behind and gave me a peck on the neck. �...��Feel better?” Her chest pressing into me was driving me crazy. I ran out of the room and into the bathroom. I splashed cold water over my face. She stood outside the bathroom door and leaned in. “Are you ok baby?” I shook my head no. “A little warm?” I nodded. “In heat?” I shook my head emphatically. She went to my room. I had to take this chance. He sighed and took off his jacket hanging it back on the coat hanger. "I see. I'm sorry. Shit I'm just so pissed." I know. Now Pacey will only be here for a while I promise." Fine, but don't expect me to talk to him."Pacey walked in the living room and crossed his arms. "So what's going on?" You stole my girlfriend you bastard, that's what's going on," Dawson quickly replied.Jack tried to change the subject. "Ok who wants another drink?"Pacey narrowed his eyes at Dawson. "Well, for your. Fucking journal. What would that be like? My own fucking journal? I’d probably have to start with Mark, even though I still think he’s a bastard, since he was my first. Then again, I’m the writer, so I could skip over that whole messy guy thing and start with Liesel. Liesel. Liesel… she was sort of my first, too. Not like Mark — I mean, the asshole practically stole my virginity (well, at the time, I wanted it, but still). Liesel was different. Liesel was… she was warm, and silly, but. He wants you. You want him. That makes his fuck tool hard as steel. It throbs in your ass. And you use your ass ring to squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax. Letting him know you want it.He pulls out and it feels like you’re taking a long, luxurious shit. But only for a second because he pushes back in you. This time, more quickly. Perhaps with more force. It knocks the wind out of you. You hear a guttural cry, it’s coming from you, involuntarily pushed by his cock out of your lungs.His cock.