Warning: This Chapter has some smut so if you are uncomfortable you may skip that part

ASTER

Ever fallen in love with someone so deeply that your mind, body and soul crave them every single second of the day?

Well, I have.

And honestly, it's the best feeling in the whole world. Every time I look in his direction, my poor heart just won't stop thumping like crazy. I literally think of him every second, picosecond and nanosecond of the day.

I wanna be his wife, have his babies, die with him and be buried with him in the same coffin-I know that I sound like an obsessive creep right now but honestly I don't care. I have never wanted someone so badly.

Unfortunately, we can't always have what we wish for, the universe made note to remind me of that each and every day. So all I can do is watch him from afar, take him in, salivate over him like my favourite dessert and get aroused each time I think of the sinful things he could do to me.

That morning, I was in bed under the covers, phone in my right hand and my other hand nestled between my thick thighs. Porn was playing on my phone and with each scene, my arousal intensified. The guy in the video was fucking the girl doggy style, while gripping her hair and spanking her jiggly ass as she moaned out in pleasure. Sliding my chubby fingers in my knickers and between my pussy lips, I pinched my throbbing clit. A needy moan erupted from my lips as my fingers worked their magic on my aching clit. My eyes blinked shut as I drifted off to pleasure paradise as the king of my heart and groin took over my mental realm.

 I could feel his lips devouring my own and his muscular body pressed against mine, contracting with each breath. My skin went up in flames as the feeling of his hands grabbing my fleshy ass cheeks, took over my being. I could feel his pulsing erection poking my moist, aroused pussy as his teeth grazed the soft skin of my neck, biting and drawing a guttural moan from my trembling lips. It felt so real, his large manly hand engulfing my boob and teasingly pinching my pink erect nipple. 

Irregular and rapid pants absconded my quivering lips accompanied by moans of pleasure as his dick sheathed to the hilt, expertly thrusting his hips forward. The sound of his hips ramming against me created a delicious slap as flesh met flesh. I wrapped my legs around his mascular waist, like a python holding its prey. His euphonious grunts and cusses caressed my ear drums as the pace of his thrusts picked up. In that moment, he was mine and I was his.  It felt like the rest of the world had vanished and only the two of us existed, in that very moment.  I was in love and so was he and I didn't want this to go away.

'Woof Woof'

'Woof Woof'

Monty's loud barks halted my activities, ferrying me from the island of ecstacy that I was drowning in.

I was so close. He just had to ruin my most honoured ritual. This is what I get for having a pet chihuahua.

Groaning in frustration, I shoved the duvet aside and sat up in bed. Monty was barking at me, while giving me the look that I knew so well. Lazily, I crawled out of bed and clambered to the en suite bathroom folr a piss.  Afterwards, I rinsed my hands, scooping cold water from the faucet and splashing it on my face. The bathroom mirror which was directly above the sink, did not hesitate to reveal the reflection of a brunette in oversized PJs. She possesed a round acne infested face which housed rosy chubby cheeks, a pair of brown eyes, a freckled nose and small pale pink lips.

'Woof! Woof!'

His barks halted my staring. Dragging my feet, I headed to the bed where I grabbed my phone then approached the impatient canis.

"Time for a poo poo."I stated while taking his leash which I loosely gripped and led him out of the house. Monty was more than a pet, he was family.

No sooner had I stepped out of the house than the cantaloupe rays of the rising sun assaulted my skin, driving a feeling of warmth all over my body. A gentle morning breeze antagonised the warmth. Melodious chirps of aves, soothed my ears triggering a smile on my face.

I love you mother nature.

Suddenly, the aroma of freshly baked muffins seduced my nasal openings. Looks like Mrs Rojas was at it again. She was my Puerto Rican neighbour who loved baking and sewing little garments for her sons, who were cats. I have never seen someone who owns so many cats and not turn mad because I will go nuts with all the meowing, purring and scratching. There was a time one of her cats scratched my face, still have a mark on my left cheek to remind me of that unfortunate incident. Cats are little demons from the hottest pits of hell.

Nope. I'll never be a cat person. Not in this life or the next.

After Monty's smelly poop session at the garden, I used a shovel to scoop some dirt and cover up the excreta. A ritual that I was accustomed to. Afterwards, we headed back to the house.

I prepared some café de olla which I served with the pan dulce that I had bought on my way home from work the previous evening. As for Monty, I fixed some tuna cereal for him. He loved having the cereal in his favourite ceramic bowl.

I was basking in the delicacy when suddenly my phone dinged.

Where are you at? The boss is almost here. Hurry the fuck up if you don't wanna lose your job.

Shit!

Swiftly, I gulped the coffee not caring if it's gonna melt my digestive organs. By the time I was done with the beverage, my mouth was an equivalent of a volcano-so hot that I could barely feel my tongue.

Rushing upstairs to the bedroom, I quickly grabbed my towel and headed to the bathroom. Aloe Vera shampoo squirted on my palm, I rubbed it on my hair, turned the faucet on and just as I was enjoying the feeling of warm water against my skin, the water stopped running.

"Just great! I love this day so much." I yelled sarcastically while trying to get rid of the foam from my face and the rest of my body using my bath towel.

I stepped out of the bathroom, headed for the wardrobe where I picked out a pair of official grey pants, a white blouse and grey blazer. Minutes later, I was fully dressed and my hair tied in a pony tail. Monty who was watching me the entire time, started barking. He's like my personal wardrobe manager. If he doesn't like my outfit then he just barks it out. There was a time I had to change five times until he finally accepted my outfit. He can be too much at times.

'Woof Woof'

He kept barking while following me out of the bedroom. He wasn't gonna stop so I had to do something. I switched on the TV, put on fashion channel, his favourite channel. As expected, he curled on the love seat.

Works every time.

"Be good while I'm gone." I instructed Monty, on my way out.