The Ties That Bind Us: (The Ties Duet Part One) by Danda K. (best books to read for knowledge txt) 📗

the station to pay for it in cash. It’s used but still in excellent condition. There’s a few scuffs on the back, but besides that, the red trim on the wheels stand out against the black matte finish around the body--add the shiny red addition to the exhaust and subframe--and that equals one pretty badass bike if ya ask me.

I throw on my red helmet and head home. Racing down the Belt Parkway feeling the strong wind against my chest, I can’t help but think about what it would feel like to have Cam on the back of my bike right now. With her arms wrapped around me tightly and her petite body pressed into my back. The thought makes my dick immediately harden, and I’m glad I’m only five minutes from home.

I step inside, finding Magnet asleep on the couch. I drop my keys and wallet on the table. I kick off my boots and head straight for the shower.  I’ve been sweating all day, but I’m also hoping a cool shower can simmer down my cock’s need to be inside a woman. Well, inside one woman in particular.

I strip down and walk right in, not waiting for the water to warm—the colder the water, the better at this point. With my back to the shower wall, I lean my head against it and let the water run over me.

I’ve never been this wound up over a girl. Especially one I barely know.

I cared about Gelissa, but our relationship was mostly physical and only skin deep. She gave one hell of a blowjob but was a certifiable narcissist.

And it didn’t take long for me to know how devious she could really be.

Shaking off the thought of my ex, I think back to earlier when I finally got to feel Cam’s body pressed against me.

Closing my eyes, I stroke my hard length, thinking about her intoxicating scent. I’m desperate to relieve myself. Imagining what it would be like to bite into one of those delectable ass cheeks and make my way down to what I know would be an exquisite pink pussy.

I want every inch of her on me. I want to feel the softness of her tongue against mine and get lost in her mouth.

Speeding up my pace, I feel my dick pulse, and I know I’m gonna burst at any minute. I’m actually surprised I’ve lasted this long. I continue to squeeze and jerk myself, knowing I’ll likely have a sore arm from working so hard. My spine starts to tingle, and I feel my climax building.

I begin to thrust into my strokes, squeezing a little tighter around myself as I do.

One final jerk, and I shoot all over my hands and into the shower. This girl has every part of my body out of control. Eventually, my dick gets a hold of itself, and I wash off both the shower and my body. Feeling only slightly relieved, I turn off the water and wrap myself in a towel.

I head back into my room, throw on grey sweatpants, and hop into bed. Magnet joins me, making himself comfortable by my feet.

I attempt to watch some TV, but I can’t even concentrate on The Bachelor finale because I have my own choices to make.

Do I text the girl who I know for sure would end up with my final rose, or do I go to bed and try to catch up on some sleep. Either scenario ends with her still running rampant through my mind, so I go with the less tortuous one and grab my phone.

Twelve

Cameron

“I swear on everything, Cam! If I find one more pair of his dirty socks on the couch, I’m locking him out!” I adjust the volume on my phone to a lower setting as Milla continues to scream. From this distance, she sounds like a chipmunk on speed. I bring my phone back to my ear and continue to listen. “He told me that I’m the one with the attitude lately? He complains about every little thing! So what if there’s a scrunchie on the damn floor!” She takes a breath. “And I can’t help it that my hair falls out! Who cares if there’s a strand in his plate? Freakin’ remove it! Geez!”

I finally get a chance to respond, “Milla, it’s Shane. You know he just likes to hear himself complain. Pick your battles. You guys will be fine in no time.”

She huffs in response. Someone walks out of the store right before I head inside for essentials. I end the call abruptly, so I don’t draw any suspicions from Camilla.

I haven’t told her I left home yet because I still haven’t found a place to live. I can’t have her offering up her parent’s house or coming back early to help me find an apartment.

I appreciate her so much, but this is my mess to clean up.

Walking around the small store, I grab myself some water bottles and cheap snacks to hold me over, and quickly check out at the small register in the bodega before another person walks in.

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I head inside Thomas with my shopping bag and slide the door closed to change into my pajamas.

I’m thankful there’s a laundromat not far from where I am, so I still get to clean my clothes. I utilize the private shower stalls by the beach to clean myself, but I don’t know how much longer that can happen.

I need a place to live. And a job.

I’m frustrated with both my reality and the fact the makeshift bed I use is really starting to put a strain on my back. I’m exhausted, though, so I lie down and immediately doze off.

Lying on my stomach, I’m defenseless and unable to move with his weight on top of me. The pain courses through me again, stinging my back. This time he holds it down longer when he does it. “Daddy! Please stop! You’re hurting me!” The more I