Breast size

Sara POV

Oh god, why is my head bursting with pain? I felt a sharp headache as I attempted to open my eyes. What did I do the night before to make my head hurt so much?

I remembered what had happened last night.

Oh shit, what did I do last night? How could I act like this in front of him? Now, what will he think of me? I felt a heavy weight on my thighs, so I turned my gaze to look at its source.

What did he do here?

I gave Aron a startled glance. He was still sleeping soundly after fucking me all night. I recalled my nonsense, which I was babbling to him while he was fucking me. I hope he will forget about last night's nonsense. I closed my eyes tightly as I noticed him waking up. I wanted to turn away from him, but to do so, I had to open my eyes and confront him.

"Sara, good morning." He gave me a forehead kiss. His sultry voice is enough to make butterflies in my tummy dance, and his forehead kiss made me feel even more shivers. I opened my eyes and pretended as if nothing had happened between us last night.

"Good morning, Aron. What are you doing here? Your sugar mama must be waiting for you." I taunted him for sleeping next to me.

"Shut up." In an instant, lust filled his gaze, and he was over my body.

"What are you doing?" I looked at him in confusion.

How was it possible for him to think of fucking me first thing in the morning after having fucked me the entire night before?

"Have you forgotten that last night you sold your body to me?" He planted a kiss on my neck.

Oh god, what have I done? How can I behave like a whore? What will he think of me now? I am a golddigger, willing to have sex with any man in exchange. My subconscious made me feel even more ashamed.

"Please don't take anything I said last night too seriously, as I was intoxicated." I clasped the bedsheet in my fist as his hot breath sparked hunger in me.

"Sara, that's not fair; I calculated the amount that you set for everything I did with you. Because I paid you $500 more than necessary, I am now utilizing your services to get the extra money back."

When I heard him, my face flushed.

How could I behave so lowly? I became upset with myself for drinking whisky.

"Aron, please get away from me; I don't need any money from you." I attempted to shoo him off.

"That's not fair, Sara. You informed me last night that you will not refund money from customers, only that they can have your services to settle the money."

I couldn't help but sigh as he placed his warm palm over my breast and gently squeezed it.

"Please let me go, Aron." I told him to get off of me.

"No, I will not let you go until I recover the full amount." He held onto my toes, making it difficult for me to restrain my lust.

"Your girlfriend must be waiting for you." In an attempt to deflect his gaze, I brought up Jerry.

"Oh, the Maruti 800 must be sleeping now." After lowering his head from my breast to my stomach, he kissed my belly button.

I informed him that I had given his girlfriend the nickname Maruti 800.

Oh God, please split the earth and bury me there. I could not handle anything more embarrassing than this. Why do I consume whisky when I am not able to handle its effects?

I wanted to ask him about other foolish things I've said to him, but I'm afraid to do so because I don't want to further embarrass myself.

"Sara, you were correct—you did resemble a Ferrari. And the Ferrari's engine is your vagina." He ran a finger over my clit.

"Please don't do this, Aron." I had no clue my body would react to his touch with such sensuality.

I never have sex in the morning, so it feels like a new sensation in my body. When I felt his hand rubbing across my clitoral area, I closed my eyes.

"Tell me about your breast size, Sara." He questioned me.

"Breast size?" I looked at him in confusion.

"Like Jerry, I don't think you should wear a padded bra."

Oh god, was there anything left to tell him?

His sly smile makes it obvious that he likes to make fun of me for my random rambling from last night. In reality, it is I who consistently provides him with an excuse to tease me rather than him. Why did I tell him about Jerry's padded bra? Can't I keep my tongue in control?

On one side, his rough rubbing on my clitoral area drove me crazy, and on the other side, I felt angry at his teasing.

"What other information did I give you?" I gave him a fierce glare.

I am afraid that because of the whisky, I will confess my love for him.

"Sara, you have confessed your love to me." He kissed the inside of my earlobe and leaned down to whisper.

"What?" My eyes were wide open in shock.

How could I tell him about my love for him?

"Please don't take me seriously, Aron—last night, I was intoxicated." I begged him not to let the words from last night get to him.

"Why didn't you tell me about your feelings, Sara? You have affection for me, even though you consistently behave as if you are my friend." On the one hand, he seemed enraged by my feelings for him, yet on the other, he was gently caressing my body.

"I didn't lie to you. I am sorry, Aron." His enraged visage caused tears to well up in my eyes.

Knowing my true feelings for him, I can tell he doesn't like me. Jerry is all he loves. When I understood that his love was solely for Jerry, tears filled my eyes. I find it extremely hurtful and degrading to be rejected by him for no other reason than Jerry.

Oh god, I hate his sugar mama. Why did she come between us? I closed my eyes once again in an attempt to stop the tears from falling, but his rejection had already overwhelmed my emotions to the point where I felt that all of my attempts to stop the tears were now futile.