Video works^^^

Chapter song: Hands to Myself by Selena Gomez

(Val's pov)

-9:30pm-

Justin and I are staring at the city lights, above the city.

"This beautiful."

I gaze at the city, hearing the sound of muffled party music flow about. Justin's warm hand is placed on the small of my back. I can sense his lust as I bite on my lip.

"You know, I really feel like I should make this up to you."

His fingers fiddle with my dress zipper.

"Nah."

My voice trails off, knowing I want him to love me, fuck me up.

"Let's go back to my place."

To fuck, of course. I know he's wanting it. Why? I'm not sure.

The thing about Justin is that I never know when's enough. I never know how much pussy he wants, how many rounds. I give him everything he wants, but he wants more.

On top of that, he's confused. He wants me to love him from my heart, but I can't. It's not his fault; Justin wants to fuck, but not only me. It's not my fault; I got lost trying to figure out how to love him.

The question is should I fuck him? Or should I tell him no? Or should I let him fuck me? There's a difference. Fucking him is me agreeing and opening up to him. Him fucking me is when I leave it all for him to control.

After seeing Chantel, Jayde, and Yovanna, I'm suspecting how close they were. Justin's a pussy magnet. He can make a girl give into him with his eyes closed. It's not difficult. That's the problem. I don't trust him. I can't love him. There's no solution.

Justin opens my door, and I repeat the whole routine again, the one where I walk into Justin's mansion. Who knows. Maybe I'll see Chantel, Jayde, and Yovanna fucking Justin's friends again.

But all I see is nobody, except me and Justin.

"Upstairs baby."

His fingers tap my waist, so I make my way upstairs. His place smells like a hotel, except there's a hint of marshmallow mixed into it. When I enter his bedroom, I immediately feel myself lying on the bed from Justin pushing me.

"It's pretty late, but I need you."

Justin unbuttons his shirt, so I sit back up to unzip my dress.

"I'll get that for you."

He unzips my dress and pulls it over my head, ruffling up my hair.

"I'll get this for you."

Joking with him, I unzip his pants, pulling them down.

"I'll get this for you."

He smirks and unclasps my bra and throws it behind us.

"I'll get this for you."

I tug off the remains of his shirt and drop it on the ground.

We crack up a little as we kiss, Justin over me, on the bed. The feeling of his hands on my body make me need him more.

But I can't need him. He just wants my pussy. No, but he really loves me. No, but he's using me. No, but I'm fine with it. Yea...it's no problem.

"Pay attention, babydoll."

Justin strokes my breasts, his eyes staring back at me.

"Sorry."

I breathe out and shiver from his fingers dragging lower to my area.

"I'm gonna fast forward a bit."

His tongue skims over his lips before he lowers his face to my pussy. I spread my legs and raise my arms above my head.

"Put your legs on me."

Justin slides my legs over his shoulders.

"You can touch me if you want. Just don't touch yourself."

He smirks before smashing his tender lips on my wet entrance. His heated breath sends shivers up my spine, and I take his offer and sink my hands in his caramel locks.

My breathing increases as Justin strokes his tongue teasingly along my area. My emotions are growing anticipated from his teasing.

"Mm-Justin. Baby, please don't."

I beg him to pleasure me, making him chuckle. I, however, don't find this a bit amusing.

Finally, Justin shoves his tongue inside me, causing me to moan and tug his hair. He swirls and pleasures inside of me; then his fingers start to rub my clit. I squirm by accident, tugging harder at his hair.

"Oh...shit Justin. Keep going."

He's got me at the edge of my release, so he better not stop.

"Fuck–can I cum?"

I really have to. My stomach churns and I moan like crazy. Justin looks at me and winks, so I take this as permission to cum.

"Ohhhhh, babyyy."

I breathe out and moan, my hands still in his hair.

"You taste incredible, cupcake."

His sweet talk makes me blush, and he's very aware of it. Justin rises and opens a condom while smirking at me.

So here's the answer. He's going to fuck me, and I'm going to lay here and allow him, fully aware that he'll eventually let me down.

"Whatever's on your mind you better stop thinking about."

Once again Justin catches me in my mind.

"Sorry."

I bite my lip to distract him.

"Just let me fuck you."

His smirk assures me that my plan had worked.

He presses himself inside me, my back arching and moans escaping uncontrollably.

"You feel so good."

Justin groans sexily, his long hair tickling my nose.

"So do you."

I moan in response as he starts sliding in and out of me. My arms wrap around his neck, and Justin kisses my neck with his teeth sunken in my skin. That's gonna leave a hickey, but I don't care. It's a souvenir.

"God, I love you baby."

Justin hisses through his perfect, white teeth.

"I love you too."

And it's my greatest mistake. Being in love with Justin is impossible to do.

"Babyyyy ohhh, let me cum please."

I moan in his shoulder as he pounds against me.

"You can go babygirl."

Justin allows me and stops to hear me cum. Squeezing his shoulder, I release loudly and whimper from his size.

"All done?"

Justin smirks, and I nod with a smile.

"That was fun. Did you have a good time tonight?"

Justin take himself out of me and removes the condom.

"Yea, thank you babe."

Putting on my panties, I answer him while grabbing a fresh t-shirt.

"Anytime."

He pulls on her boxers as I head to the bathroom. I get myself ready for bed and use the bathroom.

"My turn."

Justin goes into the bathroom after me, giving me a smack in the ass. Of course, I gasp and smile at him. While Justin's in the bathroom, I settle into his comfy bed and sink my head in his marshmallow-scented pillow. With a guilty smile, I plant my face into it and inhale Justin's scent. Then I pull the sheets, ruffled from our activity, over my head.

"It's 11pm. Damn, I'm tired."

Justin walks out shirtless and turns out the lights.

"I love you."

His warm arms hold me close enough to feel his chest.

"I love you too."

Do I mean it? This is the kind of shit that'll get me nowhere in life. Justin doesn't love me like he thinks he does. His way of affection is wrong. He wants me, yet he wants to fuck other people. I don't know much about love, but I know that he can't have it both ways.

(A/N: Justin looks sooo hot😍😍😍 I loooove the new tattoo, but he ruined his perfect neck😩 Next post is on Saturday)

📐Vote📐