Filed To Story: Cheating with My Boyfriend's Best Friend Novel Read Online (Olive & Aaron)
“You are hurting me!” I tried to escape his grip from him, but Aaron suddenly cradled my face with a reverent touch.
“Please don’t be angry with me. At least, in my dreams, don’t be so cruel.”
That’s when I understood the depth of Aaron’s confusion, even as I reeled from the revelation.
“Do you think you are dreaming right now?”
I hesitated, not knowing how to react to the situation.
Just moments ago, he had been caught in the middle of passion, and now he believed that it was all a figment of his imagination of him.
“Isn’t it a dream? I could see that something dark and dangerous was brewing.
It was as if he had transformed into a predator stalking his prey, and I was the unfortunate target of his desires.
I felt an uncomfortable pressure building, and my eyes widened in shock as I realized that Aaron’ His penis, which hadn’t been struggling for a long time, was swelling, swelling and hardening again!
How could he recover so quickly?
I was already exhausted from our previous encounter.
“No, you can’t take it anymore…” I tried to push him away, but he seemed to anticipate my every move from him. He immobilized me, our fingers intertwined, and his eyes locked into mine with unsettling intensity.
“Isn’t this a dream?” He whispered, his voice mixed with a strange fascination. He bent down and captured my lips in a searing kiss.
I tried to resist, but his free hand from him found its way to my chest and his fingers from him began to provoke me mercilessly.
“Ah…” I couldn’t Avoid letting out a soft moan.
The sound seemed to ignite something inside Aaron, and he lost all semblance of control.
His breathing from him became irregular and his movements from him became wild and unrestrained.
He let go of my hand and, without warning, plunged into me once more, his fingers from him making their way to my most sensitive areas.
“No… Don’t do this… not…”
The damn physiological reaction had taken over, betraying my willpower.
I bit my lip again, trying to distract myself from the man above me who had lost his mind and was in the grip of lust.
Despite my attempts to resist, Aaron’s movements from him were more abrupt, more urgent than in the past, and less smooth. My lower body of him still responded automatically, although I did not want me to.
Tears streamed down my face, a sign of my inner confusion and pain.
Being strong and fighting, but I felt helpless and violated.
Aaron’s View:
As my consciousness slowly returned, I groaned in pain, covered my head, and turned around.
I felt like my head was about to split!
What had he done?
The memories of the previous night came back in fragments, and I felt a wave of shame and regret wash over me.
I had been drinking alone at the bar until I lost track of time. The women had come and gone, but I couldn’t remember their faces or names.
I opened my eyes, squinting at the bright light, and tried to make sense of my surroundings.
After adjusting to the light, I found myself lying on a sofa.
What was this place?
Pinching my head, I stood up and looked around. It was a strange and disturbing feeling, as if he had stumbled upon someone else’s life.
My alcohol-soaked brain was running terribly slow, but I could still tell I was in a clean, sunny house, clean inside, with a faint scent of bacon and cheese in the air.
Along the path of the tempting scent, I bowed my head and saw the face I had been longing for.
“Olive?”
She was sitting at a quaint white dining table with a delicious freshly baked sandwich in front of her.
“This is your place?” Clearly, my brain hadn’t started up yet.
Olive gave me a look and rolled her eyes.
“Now that you are conscious, it’s time for you to go.”
My mind immediately regained some clarity, but the subsequent memory fragments only served to plunge me into further confusion. What were all these memories? I lowered my head, closed my eyes, and continued to review these disjointed fragments from memory. The night before, Olive suddenly materialized at the bar and broke the glass in my hand, insisting that someone had talked about my drink from her. Then she had started to leave. Despite my drunken state from her, I managed to keep my grip on her hand from her as I staggered behind her. He eventually made me leave the bar and get into a waiting taxi. After that, the memory sequence disintegrated. I thought I had experienced a dream. In that dream, Olive and I made love passionately and uninhibitedly. I hadn’t even used protection, and I had freed myself into it again and again.
“Do you think this is a dream?” In my memory, Olive’s expression of hers was a mixture of anger and sadness. So, wasn’t it a dream? I looked down to my current position.
An armchair.
As far as I can remember, our love encounter had taken place in bed.
I opened my eyes and looked at the woman who now seemed so distant.
“Did I sleep on this sofa all night? Didn’t you bring me to bed?”
“Do you really think I’m as desperate for you as those women at the bar?” Olive’s cold gaze pierced me.
It was difficult to reconcile this person with that of my fragmented memories. Had it all just been a dream? I stood up, but the unusual fatigue of my body from her reminded me that something was wrong. While I had never consumed so much alcohol before, I was no stranger to waking up with a hangover. However, I had never felt so exhausted as I did at that moment.
“It felt more like an excess,” I thought as I reflected on the events of the night before. Despite my reservations, a spark of hope reigned in my heart as I looked around the room and fixed my eyes on a locked door. My intuition told me that was the bedroom, and I walked straight in that direction. However, my actions were quickly interrupted by Olive’s irritated voice from her.
“Hey, what are you trying to do? Stop!” He exclaimed, appearing in front of me just as my hand reached the doorknob.
“The second son of the Morris family doesn’t have the most basic cultivation?”
She looked at me, but I detected a hint of guilt in her eyes from her.
That wasn’t a dream!
We definitely had sex last night.
“I’ve never loved a man so deeply, Aaron.” Olive’s words echoed in my head, and my blood began to pump with excitement.
If what had happened last night was not a dream, it proved that she had said that.
She was deeply in love with me.
Determined to confirm her feelings about her, I stepped forward, almost pressing myself against her.
“I’m sorry, but I have to make sure of one thing.
Olive tensed, which only made her more charming and cute.
I lowered my head, trying to kiss her, but she walked away from the door before she could make contact.
This was my chance to prove that what we had was real.
I didn’t hesitate to open the door.
But what was before my eyes left me speechless.
It was the same bedroom of my memory, with identical furniture and other items. The sheet was the same, but it was spotlessly clean.
“It can’t be…” My heart sank like a stone in my chest.
“I remember this bed,” I said as I turned to Olive, hoping to find some answers on her face from her,
“I was lying on it last night.”
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