Betrayed (a story of love, lust and revenge) Read Online Free

was my first publication,” he said, pointing to one that seemed to take pride of place in the center of the wall. “It was just an article for a local magazine, only paid a tenner, but that was when I knew I wanted to be a writer.”
     
    “You’re a writer?”
     
    He nodded shyly, as if afraid to admit it.
     
    “I dabble,” he admitted.
     
    “How long have you been doing that?”
     
    He shrugged, “A few years.” He directed her attention to another few clippings. “Most of them are short stories and articles like these, but I’m working on a novel.”
     
    She was impressed and a little surprised. “Can I read some of your stuff?” she ventured. “I don’t read a lot,” she admitted, “but I would like to have a look. If that’s okay.”
     
    “Sure!” he seemed delighted. “You have the internet, right?”
     
    She felt a stab of regret in her heart. She did have it but she tried not to use it, hadn’t been online since she had received the messages from Lenny.
     
    Andrew noticed the sudden drop in her features. “Is everything okay?” he asked, genuine concern in his voice.
     
    “It’s fine,” she lied, trying to brush off the memory. She stood, “I think I should be going.” She looked to the clock, pretending that she had something important to do. “Thanks for the coffee.”
     
    He put a hand on her, stopped her before she left. “Please, Sammy, if something’s wrong…  tell me.”
     
    She saw the empathy in his eyes, felt the warmth of his touch and his smile. She didn’t want to tell him incase he thought of her as a whore, but she couldn’t stop herself from kissing him, from sinking into his love and his warmth and letting her worries, her thoughts of Lenny and what he had done, drift away.
     
    They stayed locked in that kiss for what felt like an age, Sammy would have been happy to stay there, her troubles gone, her pain reduced to an abyss of pleasure, but when she felt his hand on her backside, felt him edge her gently towards him, she desired something more.
     
    She ran her hand down the curve of his back, lifting up his jumper and stroking the flesh before digging her fingers in, turning up the heat. She kissed him, thrust her tongue into his mouth. She felt his hand move up her back, sliding under the ticklish flesh that traced up the curve of her spine to her bra strap, which he unhooked. She flinched as he did so, worried that it would lead to her taking off her top, showing him her body, showing him what the world had seen.
     
    She felt herself being pushed backwards as he guided her to the couch. She broke away from him in a breathless release, stared at his hungry eyes. He moved forward, to kiss her again, she stopped him by pressing a finger to his lips. She bent down then, removed his belt and peeled his jeans down over his thighs, letting his cock flop out. He was well endowed, his thick, pulsing dick a good size bigger than Lenny’s and, at that moment, far more desirable. She traced her fingers teasingly down the shaft, felt and watched it throb and pulse under her touch, twitching as it begged for stimulation.
     
    She kissed the tip. He had showered recently and tasted of a lightly scented shower gel, mixed in with a natural must. She grabbed it, it felt good in her palm, strong. She coaxed it, played with it, stretching his skin slowly as she felt it pulse and twitch. He was desperate, eager. She took him in her mouth, he was to big to go deep so she hung onto the end, waited until her mouth was lubricated, until her jaw loosened, before going further down, feeling him deep inside her mouth, against the back of her tongue.
     
    She pulled him out, didn’t want him to finish too soon, not before he had done his job. His eyes were alight when she straightened up, he was ready. He lay her down and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. Then he went down on her. He knew what he was doing, worked slowly and carefully at first, until her juices were