We told each other no love

Then I had her lying on her back, her legs dangling off the bed. Staring down at her, my length hard and still glistening some from her mouth tricks, I couldn’t help but be in awe of her beauty. Slowly, I sank my length in but didn’t pound like a porn star. This was love making and I massaged her breasts, rubbed my hands down her waist and played with her clit. Slowly. I savored her.

“I love you.” I blurted out. “You’re so beautiful.”

She was up and off the bed before I could react, my cock angry at its sudden ejection.

“What did you say? No. I said no love, Dennis. None.”

“But, I’m sorry, it just came out.” Literally.

“I need to go. Damn it!”

“Wait, what?”

She grabbed the bundle off the floor, located her panties and put them on.

“But, Samantha. Are you serious? Why are you leaving? Don’t leave.”

“I can’t do this Dennis. Not with you. You promised.”

She left and slammed the door behind her. I was dazed and confused.

Calls unanswered. Texts not returned. I never knew that love could break me so.

Oh gosh, I’m rambling again. I’ll blame the scotch. You have other places to be I’m sure. Here’s the money we agreed on. You’re beautiful too, don’t let anyone tell you differently.