Always Been You

~DANTE~

“I intended to invite you to lunch, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to do so alone now. Given that you’ve eaten, I’ll see you at work on Monday. I had to return home at this point. My mother is ill.” Candice stated.

“All right, babe, take care of yourself.”

I sat on my couch, unsure of why I was experiencing this emotion. I’m meant to be overjoyed that I’m divorced. What is it about it that feels wrong? I know I’ve always loved my best friend and will continue to do so even more than I adore my own girlfriend. I exercised self-control for a long period of time. After sleeping with her three months ago, I occasionally slept with Candice but frequently shouted her name in my brain. Should I advise her not to file for divorce in order for us to begin a family together? Would she appreciate that? I can tell by the way she looks at me. I’m sure she has feelings for me as well. I’m not sure if this is love or simply friendship. I believe I need to speak with my mother. She provides the best guidance. I took my car keys, but the door to my office sprang open, revealing my queen.

“Don’t tell me, but Lola has already provided you with food. I chuckled.

“You know, I’m powerless to refuse her food. I was on my way to pay you a visit.”

“What do you desire? Do you wish to discuss Lola?”

“How did you figure that out? Yes, I’d like to speak with you about Lola.”

“I didn’t come into this world yesterday, son. You two love one another but are afraid to reveal your affections to one another. Isn’t it difficult to share a bed with her now that you’re aware you might cross the line? Are you afraid because she was your younger sister?”

“Mom!”

“What? I’m aware that you may have already crossed the line. I observe your gaze on her. What am I trying to convey? I’ve been observing your gaze on her since she was sixteen. That’s when I realized you had a thing for her. Why don’t you ask yourself why I proposed that you marry her on that particular day? That is because I believed you two would take a chance and make it work.”

“Today, she handed me the divorce papers, which I signed, but I’m not happy about it, mom. I have a distinct impression that something is wrong.”

“You bumbling idiot. You should have informed her that you desired to meet the conditions. Lola, as far as I am aware, will never expect anything from you. However, that would be an ideal justification. In any case, you have already signed. So, son, do you love Candice?”

“I do, but not in the same way that I genuinely love Lola.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Both you and I are aware that Candice has been evading commitment. She does not accompany you on your travels. I believe you are aware of this by now. I adore Candice, but why would you want to be with her when you know you love someone else more?”

“Mother Lola and I haven’t crossed the boundary yet. Not yet, but self-control is becoming increasingly difficult to sustain in the modern era.”

“I understand. I’ll get going. You’ll eat these as soon as you get home.”

When my mother left, I returned home as well. When I returned home, it was already dark. Lola had already completed her dinner preparations. I sat down, and she handed me a glass of wine. To be fair, Lola enjoys wine, but I haven’t seen her drink in months.

“Are you having wine too?” I inquired.

“No, I have to get up early the next morning. I’m going to have orange juice.”

I realized she hadn’t touched her food as I ate.

“You should eat something.”

I was certain she would refuse to eat, so I shifted my chair closer to hers and began feeding her.

I went upstairs after feeding her. I showered and retired to bed. However, I was unable to sleep. I was thinking about Lola. I craved her. I was enticed to have sex with her. I toss and turn in bed, unable to fall asleep. Then there was a knock on the door. I grunted and walked over to the door to open it. It was Lola. She walked in.

“Are you experiencing a nightmare?” She shook her head and went to bed.

Fuck!

It is no longer prudent for her to share a bed with me. We are both aware of it, and I am simply dressed in my boxers. Then she arose from her bed while I stood there contemplating how I would survive till morning without fucking her. She stripped down to her underwear and stood naked by the bed. I gulped hard. She was penetrating my eyes with her gaze.

When did my Lolita develop this level of confidence?

She didn’t avert her gaze as she took a step forward. Then she took a position just in front of me. Her nipples shouting for my attention. My crotch was rock-solid. My eyes can’t resist skimming over her entire body, stopping to savor the smooth swell of her large breasts. There is no way I would lie to myself and say that I do not desire her. My entire body feels like a house on fire. She gazed at me and started caressing my cock without taking her sight away from mine. Little Lola is daring me. She got down on her knees and removed my boxers. My exposed dick spasms at the touch of her palm, pre-cum already clear on the tip of my dick. She began softly pumping. I thrust my hip in sync with her hand. I was on fire as she jerked me off. Beads on my pre-cum pool all over my cock. She cast a peek in my direction, and she took me in her mouth.

“Oh, my God,” I gasped. “Lola!”

She braces one hand against my thigh and moves her mouth at a steady pace with the other. She takes me deeper with each pull she makes. I was still taken aback by the way she was sucking me. I pushed her hair to the side and watched her mouth completely engulf me. She bobbed up and down the length of my cock. Then she rose to her feet and began licking me from my toes to my earlobe. I couldn’t deny the effect she had on me. She licked my earlobe while rubbing her palm on my ass. Her hands proceeded down to my chest and then to my stomach. My abs tightened in response to her fingertip’s touch. My cock quivered at the sight of it. She took my hand in hers and led me to a chair, where she sat with me. How did she develop such confidence? She sat on my lap and immediately began attacking my mouth. I shoved two fingers into her pussy. She moans and starts grinding against my finger. She removed my hand and sat on my lap with her back facing me. I pushed her hair back behind one shoulder. She grinds her a$$ on my crotch as I kiss her. Due to the fact that my lap was sopping wet, I could sense her pussycat leaking on me. The slickness of her rising arousal against my cock was enough to make me cum. She proceeded in this manner until I got the impression she wanted me to beg for it. I came dangerously close to my cum as she grinds on my cock. It would be an embarrassment for me to cum without tasting the cherry. I was forced to beg. My breath was heavy.

“Lilita, please, I beg of you,” she chuckled.

“Please, what, Dante?”

Fuck! She maneuvered me into the position she desired.

“Fuck me,” I urged. She gave a smirking smile.

She stopped her grinds and carefully pushed herself up, pressing herself down on my throbbing cock.

She went up and down my cock, and all I could do was encourage her by holding her waist. We moved in unison, both pursuing our release. She rides me expertly, which makes me question if I truly did pop her cherry three months ago. She took up the entirety of my shaft, swallowing me whole. She turned and opened her legs as she slid my cock right back in. She encircled my waist with her legs as she began grinding on top of my cock. She threw her head back, and I went for her nipples. She encircled my neck with her hands. I escorted her to the sofa. As she continued to ride me, I sat down. She began riding me.

Fuck, Lola!

She balanced herself on the couch as she thrust up and down my shaft. I was certain she would destroy me with her thrusts. I pinned her to the couch and shoved her down. I flung open her legs and thrust madly. She snatched up the entirety of me.

Fuck!

She’s sweet. So damn sweet. Her screaming my name was the best part of my day. She was swallowing my entire length and taking pleasure in it; with the first, second, and third thrusts, her orgasm overwhelmed us both, driving me over the edge right along with her. I collapsed on top of her and took her to bed. She stared at me with tears in her eyes and immediately began caressing my face.

I locked my gaze on her eyes.

“Hi! My name is Lola.” I grinned, cupping her face.

“My name is Dante.” She smiled at me, probably, for remembering.

“May I join you in a game?”

“How old are you?” She gave him a puppy-dog expression, as she had the first day we met.

“You’re so adorable when you do that,” I observed. She had the same puppy look once more.

“I am nine years old.”

“Well. I’m a sixteen-year-old; do you wish to play with your older brother?” She gave me a nod.

“Will you be my prince charming?”

“As long as you are the princess. I will be anything for you, my Lolita.”

I saw tears in her eyes, and I wiped them away and kissed her soft, delicate lips. One I have been hesitant to kiss And fuck it felt so right.

“I love you, my Lolita.”

“I love you too, Prince Charming.”

She dozed off.

I’m regretting it yet again. Why didn’t I stop her? For the love of God, she is my little Lolita! Why does it feel so right with her? What is it that I’m missing?

She was not in bed when I awoke the next morning. I made my way to the shower and prepared for work. I entered her room and immediately felt the sound of running water. I smiled as I slammed the door shut. Martin, my driver, was already waiting for me when I arrived, and he drove me to work. It was 2 p. m., and I hadn’t seen Lola. She’s always working with me on Saturdays. I went to her office, and she was not there. I proceeded to the human resources department.

“Carman, is Lola off sick?” She glanced at me with a questionable gaze.

“What do you mean, Mr. Monroe? I assumed you were aware.”

“Knew what?”

“Lola resigned three months ago. Yesterday was her last day at work.”

“What!”

I hurriedly contacted Martin to bring the car so he could drive me home. When I returned home, I hurried into her room. I checked the bathroom. She wasn’t there. I went to her closet and discovered it was completely empty. I witnessed dread. I hastened down the steps. I took one of my sports cars and hurried to her house. I was greeted by unfamiliar faces. They stated that they had purchased the house three months ago. What is going on? I tried calling her so many times. I refuse to think that last night was a goodbye. I am unable to bear it. I drove to my mother’s house and discovered she was not there. I cried like a baby for the first time in my life.

“Mom, why did she do this to me?”