But she had a secret.
Amy had never asked John why he transferred school that year. He had never brought up the topic by himself either. Until one day, Amy’s father appeared out of the blue. She came home after a long working day and saw him sitting in the living room with John. She scowled for a second before she greeted him. Her hunts told her that he didn’t just come for a normal visit.
“What did he tell you?” asked Amy after her father left.
“The same thing,” replied he.
Amy uncontrollably trembled. The familiar fear slowly wrapped around her. “And what was your answer?” asked she.
John was quiet for a while before thoughtfully looking into her eyes, “Amy, shouldn’t you ask what the same thing is?”
She slipped. She terrifyingly realized she had just slipped.
Amy wasn’t stupid. She knew her father well enough to figure it out he must have something to do with why John left her ten years ago. Actually, she was almost certain that he had directly caused John to transfer. But she had never confronted her father about that.
“Because you tacitly approved what he did. You wanted to break up with me,” John stated bitterly.
A teardrop streamed down her cheek. The secret she had tried to hide had come to light. That year when she agreed to go out with John, the seventeen-year-old Amy had intentionally left a way out for herself.
“When I told you that we could try dating …” Amy’s voice shaking as she attempted to complete the sentence.
“You said try. You also said you couldn’t guarantee things would work out,” John completed her sentence. Yes, John remembered everything.
Amy had always had the upper hand in everything, love included. For her, whoever loved more than the other had already lost the game. Although she first proposed to be together, she had planned an escape since the beginning. When they were together back in the days, there had been lots of people wondering why a girl like her wanted anything with a guy like him; they gossiped, they spread rumours, some guys who were into Amy even came to challenge John. Although none of them said anything in front of her, they didn’t hold back with John. Fortunately, John wasn’t the chicken-livered type of guys. Anyone coming to him to ask for troubles, he handled them all, quite violently sometimes. And John had never lost a fight. But he never said a word about any of those things to Amy. She didn’t need to care about anything. Whatever he could do, he’d do it for them to be together.
“You have always prepared to leave me, haven’t you?” he asked, looking straight into her eyes.
Amy wanted to say she had in the past but she did not now, yet she felt like something just stuck in her throat; she couldn’t utter a word; she was so afraid that whatever she said would just sound like a lie to him. She was afraid of seeing his disappointing expressions. John grabbed his jacket and headed to the door. He just had to leave the house. But Amy was faster, she stood between him and the door, locking his way out.
“Where do you want to go?” she asked.
“Out,” he answered curtly. “Get out of my way,” he growled through his teeth but she didn’t move an inch.
“No. Beat me up if you want but I’m not moving,” she persisted.
John was on the verge of exploding but he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. Then abruptly, he bent down and lifted Amy up on his shoulder. He angrily kicked the bedroom door open but threw her on the bed in a way that wouldn’t hurt her. Amy was struck dumb by what was happening. John stripped his shirt, unclasped his belt and dropped it to the floor. He unzipped his jeans and Amy could see the shape of his big thing tightened in his boxer. Her breathing picked up as his giant body fell onto her. He put his palms on both sides of her against the mattress. He expressed a dangerous vibe of a predator who knew for sure he’s gonna catch his prey. He landed his lips on hers, a fierce and passionate kiss took over, she couldn’t think of anything, just let herself be lost in his smell and his possessive touching. Both of his hands intertwined with hers, his chest slightly rubbed against her tits, making her utter some soft moans. John reached for the lubricant in the bedside drawer, carelessly smeared some onto his huge dick before forcefully thrusting in. Amy cried out as she felt that big monster thing of him inside her. The familiar excitement ran all over her body and she shivered with every thrust he pushed in. Taking off the everyday gentleman mask, John came back to his nature, wild, fearless, and rowdy. He turned her over, grabbed her ass tightly as he banged her rough from behind. The white sticky liquid kept coming out from where they were connected. John leaned forward, his chest touched her back; he groped her boobs and folded them hungrily as he kept driving that huge thing into her body. His sexy growling, the sweat dripping from his chest, the uncontrollable fucking, everything was too much to handle. Amy cried out in pleasure, she tried to crawl forward to escape his grip but he immediately pulled her back and banged her even harder as a punishment. A few minutes before cumming, he speeded up, faster, stronger, deeper. Her climax hit hard as he pushed back in and her juice pouring out everywhere. He also couldn’t hold it any longer, he growled, a warm sticky wave of fluid shooting straight into her. Like everything was drained out of his body, John fell down on the mattress next to her, his eyes closed and he tried to regulate his breathing. That night, John was like a starving animal. He constantly asked for more and did her two more times until she begged for forgiveness. Right before falling asleep, he whispered into her ears, “I love you, no matter what.” And she silently cried tears of happiness. This was the man, despite 10 years of separation, had never stopped loving her.
“I love you too, more than anything in the world,” she whispered back.
The End.