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Love Or A Broken Heart....

Novel By: ggjjss1311
Romance


Tags: Mark, Sex, Love, Fear


I'm on cloud nine as he plunges into me, in and out! I internally sigh. This is what I call love, and I could have it any time I want. I close my eyes as a groan escapes my mouth. He gently rubs my erected nipples as his other hand makes its way down to my clit, resting its thumb on the nub. He starts rubbing it which makes me closer to blowing. Before I could come, I feel him tighten inside me, giving me the hint that he's close and that's when he shouts my name.

"Ama..." he cries as he comes inside me. And I follow.

"Mark!" View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 13, 2012    Reads: 223    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


CHAPTER 1

I'm on cloud nine as he plunges into me, in and out! I internally sigh. This is what I call love, and I could have it any time I want. I close my eyes as a groan escapes my mouth. He gently rubs my erected nipples as his other hand makes its way down to my clit, resting its thumb on the nub. He starts rubbing it which makes me closer to blowing. Before I could come, I feel him tighten inside me, giving me the hint that he's close and that's when he shouts my name.

"Ama..." he cries as he comes inside me. And I follow.

"Mark!"

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Marriage! What is marriage? For me nothing, but for you who knows? All I know is the soft connection between a male and a female is what makes up love and that's also what makes up my pleasure! Even though my parents are fully against me including any part of my family, but my closest almost sister-like cousin, Mariella, who was always at my side, supporting me. As you can see my family is Italian...full Italians. And before you ask, yes I do have an Italian accent. My name is Amadora Berkeley, meaning the gift of love in Italian. Why my parents named me that, who knows? All I knew was that they were really big in getting married, but I wasn't.

In my dictionary, marriage didn't mean anything....nada! But what did mean a lot to me wads not getting hurt, at all. And my one relationship proved it. It was when I was fifteen, and I know that the age seems so young, but not to me. He was my first cheek kiss, my first crush, and my first hug. Believe it or not I'd never thought I'd fall in love ever again. But I guess I was wrong.

Back then I was not what you call attractive at all. My parents were the strict type. My dad always said, "Any skin shows, every bruise shows." That was his way of telling me of getting beat. In some towns of Italy, people were vey strict, and kids couldn't do anything about it. And you would always think your mom would always take your side...wrong! My mom didn't allow no style with hair and no makeup at all. You very strictly balanced, no going outside, no watching TV, and what not. So there I was with Traditional homemade oily hair tied by a braid on each side of my head with pimples and hundred and fifty pound weight going down the hallways of the crowded schools.

So imagine any guy, wait scratch that...anyone forget being my friend but even looking my way without making hurtful comments about my features....now imagine how that made me feel? It went on for all my life until I was fifteen and a guy finally made its way towards me and actually talked to me.

"Hey," he said while I stood against my locker looking down at the floor. "What's your name?"

Without looking up I answered, "Amadora..."

"Oh, that's nice Amy, I'm Mitch," I was just about to correct him when he asked me, "So you wana go out Friday?" and at that moment I forgot everything and paid full attention to my reply.

"Yes?" and with a breath taking smile he said, "Great, meet you in front of the theater around 7, okay?" after giving me a hug and surprisingly kissing me on my cheek he then he walked away.

Now to tell you the truth, I was cumming myself just by talking to him. I know that seems so unrealistic but I was! While he was standing there all I felt like doing was knocking him down and ripping all his clothes off and sucking him while he fingered me. Now don't you even say eww, cause I know you always, well sometimes feel like doing that weather you like it or not! I mean to tell you the truth he wasn't the first guy that made me do feel wet, but he was the first guy that actually made me cum!

So days went by and I eagerly waited for Friday and when it came I stood in front of the theater without my parents' permission, waiting for Mitch to come. I don't know how many minutes passed but it seemed like hours! Though he never came, his friends did!

I'd tried my best to get dressed but I guess my attempt had failed by the way they took my pictures and laughed at me. I cried and cried all night. I just couldn't believe I was stupid enough to believe him! He was stupid, but I was stupider! My parents didn't know though, and they still don't know. I wasn't even willing on telling them, I just wanted to go away from here, from my family as far as possible!

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