"Pudding." he whispered, kissing the knuckles of my hand. He flipped me over so now he was on top of me. His eyes darkened as he studied my breasts. He leaned in and sucked on one nipple, making me gasp and arch my back. He flicked his tongue slowly against it, torturing me.

"Flynn..." I moaned restless.


"Daddy Flynn for you, pudding."

My eyes immediately snapped open. This can't be...He can't be...

"Ahh...!" His erection was pressing against my core and I was already losing it. My mind was swirling and I think I started to hear voices.


Daddy Flynn. That's exactly what I said six years ago, during the one n.... "AHh! Shit, Flynn!"

I let out a gasp and cried out a moan when I felt his finger entering me. I bit down on my lip when suddenly he started sucking onto my neck. His finger went faster and faster in me and I was about to lose my consciousness as I felt my orgasm near.


I was waiting for release, wanting it, but Flynn stopped unexpectedly and pulled his finger out of me and licked my juices off his fingers.

"What the fuck!" I yelled out frustrated.

"It's not one month yet, pudding." he smirked. "As I remember you told me that---,"

"Oh fuck that!" I cried out. "You can't just make me all hot and bothered and not finish what you've started."

"Is that your way of saying that I---," He hadn't finished his sentence as his mouth found mine.

"And by the way," he whispered in his velvety voice. "You taste so damn good."

I wrapped my legs around him and watched him take his clothes off. His big boy immediately jumped out of his boxers. Big, hard, and ready.

He spread my legs wider and ran his length up and down my wet opening. My breath began to stutter as I coated him. He wasn't even in me and I was already feeling like I was about to pass out. Will he even fit? Well, if a woman is able to pop a human out, I don't see why he wouldn't.

His mouth found mine again and he kissed me. This time soft and gentle. "I love you." he whispered hoarsely as he pounded into me slowly, before picking up his pace. I instantly clenched around him.

He was so big. So thick. And so much.

The rhythm he was slamming into me over and over again brought me back to six years ago. I dug my teeth in Flynn's chiseled body trying to stop the sound that threatened to come out of my mouth.

I screamed and cried as he slide all the way out and pounded back in me. "Ah fuck, daddy!"

"Daddy!" I cried out as the hot stranger kept hitting all the right places. The way he moved in me. Rough yet gentle. Sweat was glistening on his forehead as he leaned in and captured my lips. "I love you, pudding." he whispered as he kept thrusting in me hard and fast.

I was back to reality when I felt my orgasm hitting me. I screamed and clawed my nails down his back as my orgasm drove me to the brink of insanity.

And it went like that all night long. I was tired, but I couldn't get enough.

Second orgasm.

Third.

At this point I was already so weak and I knew I was going to pass out. I was panting heavily, my legs were jelly, and I knew I will be walking limp for at least a week.

When my fourth orgasm hit me, I was done. The moment he pulled out, I immediately passed out. I was totally spent for tonight.

Breathless. Exhausted. And satisfied.

Just like six years ago.

Jill Malik P.O.V

I let out a loud yawn and opened my eyes slowly. My body was wrapped in white bed sheets and my legs felt so sore. I let out a painful groan when I tried to move to my right to wake Flynn up. Ugh, this is what you get when you haven't got a good dick in a long time I scolded myself. I let out a loud gasp as I felt Flynn's side of the bed empty. I immediately sat straight up and scanned the room. It was still messy from last night. My lingerie was still in pieces next to the main door.

This felt like deja vu.

I covered my face as I recalled last night. The way he kissed me, the words he said to me, and the way we made love was exactly how it happened six years ago. Was it Flynn or is just coincidence?

My head started to spin as I was trying to figure this out. I woke up to an empty bed, the same exact thing happened six years ago too.

I opened my eyes and groaned. The soreness between my legs made it impossible for me to immediately stand up. My eyes went to the right side of the bed, only to find it empty. I felt a painful jab in my heart. I thought we were making love. I thought he had said 'I love you.' But I guess when the morning came, he realized his mistake. After all, it was just a one night stand. No feelings involved. But why do I feel like my heart is shattering into tiny pieces?

I shook my head wildly when a burning smell entered my nostrils. Shit, is the yacht on fire? I grabbed the white shirt that was under the bed and threw it over my head. It didn't even cover my whole butt, but now is not the time to look for shorts. Talking about shorts, I was wearing Calvin Klein mens boxers. How did I ended up in these? And where the hell is Flynn bytheway?

I limped my way out of the room and the smell led me to the kitchen. When I entered the kitchen the strong smell of burned eggs greeted me. Flynn was running from the stove to the sink to stop the fire, that somehow reached the curtains. When the fire finally extinguished, he turned around and look at me sheepishly. "Sorry, I was just trying to be romantic."

I chuckled and made my way towards him. "Really? By putting the yacht on fire?" He pulled me towards his bare chest and placed a kiss on my forehead. "I was trying to make breakfast, but oh well. Good morning pudding. Have you slept well?"

I nodded and buried my face in the crook of his neck. "Yeah, I did. I'm just sore." I looked up at him and asked: "Did I pass out?"

He smirked and winked at me. A typical Vasilios thing to do. "You did. The dick was that good huh?"

My cheeks flamed up. "Oh god." I covered my face with my hand and Flynn bursted out laughing. "Don't be embarrassed, at least you can brag to your friends that your boyfriend's dick can let you see heaven."

"Vasilios!" I playfully pushed him away and walked to the fridge to get a drink. I am so not having this conversation with him. I bent over to grab the lemonade and when I turned around Flynn's big boy was standing up pointing at my direction.

I let out a loud groan and ignored it as I walked passed him to get a glass. "You better get rid of your boner. I can barely walk right now."

"Pudding." He whined, looking at me with puppy dog eyes. "One round?"

"Nope, we all know that one round leads into five." I poured lemonade in the glass and took a big gulp of it. I didn't realize I was so thirsty. Probably from all the screaming last night.

"Blowjob?"

I shook my head.

"Handjob?"

I turned around and placed my hands on my waist. "No, I'm still tired. Maybe tonight."

His eyes lit up when I said the last part. "Tonight? Oh hell yeah."

I rolled my eyes at his excitement. "Don't get too excited. I can still change my mind."

"You better not. Anyway, can you change into something else?"

"Why?" I asked, looking down at the white shirt I was wearing. It was big and short for me and that's when I realized it was Flynn's shirt. The one he wore the night before.

"Because it barely covers your butt and you're wearing my boxers. You're not helping to get rid of my boner."

I let out a loud sigh. "Fine, I'll go take a shower. I want food when I come back."

"Everything for you pudding." he walked over to me and spanked my butt. "Because you will need energy for tonight."

I flipped my hair in his face as I was stroking the place on my butt where he had spanked me. It stung. "You're such a bad boy Vasilios!"

"I never said I was good." He yelled out laughing as I walked back to the bedroom. I closed the door and stripped down to get in the shower. After I was done, I wrapped myself in a towel and blow dried my hair in the bathroom mirror.

I came out of the bathroom dressed in a oversized sweater and shorts. I combed my hair and applied chapstick before making my way back to the kitchen. On my way back my eyes spotted a huge golden door and through the glass I could see shelves with books.

My eyes widened at the sight and I immediately opened the door. I inhaled the sweetly fragrant vanillin smell of the books and let out a contented sigh. This was what I call heaven.

Literally the same exact library I saw in the movie beauty and the beast. I always wanted to have one.

The books reached the top of the ceiling and there were ladders everywhere. I walked around the library, scanning the books. Some of them were old and some of them were new. There was also a desk in the corner of the room, stacked with books and book markers.

I walked over to the desk and picked up the first book.

A thousand Splendid Suns.

I remembered when I was younger how I cried my heart out while reading this book. It's so well written and I couldn't get enough of it.

I plopped down on the chair and went through the bookmarks. They were all of different shapes and they all had their own quotes. I wondered why Flynn never told me about the library. It was so beautiful with endless amounts of books.

While I was picking up the books and read the summary, my eyes caught something silvery underneath a stack of papers. I removed the papers and my eyes widened in shock.

No way.