Snoot and I heard the grandfather clock downstairs strike ten, breaking the silence of the night. We rested for a while after the second round.

I got used to boys in Scottsdale who, when I said no to having sex with them, would give me the cold shoulder. I didn't want to admit to Snoot that he was the first to reach this base kasi ang impression niya, dahil galing ako sa abroad, sobrang liberated ko na at marami nang nakauna sa 'kin. I knew I wore clothes that showed a lot of skin, but it was the temperature that made me wear those. It wasn't like it was a big deal for him, and he even said it didn't matter at all unless I asked for a weird position na hindi niya alam pero alam ko. Good news for me, mas marami siyang alam na position na hindi ako aware. Compared to me, mas liberated pa siya, and I was uncertain if he was aware of that.

The furthest I experienced with a guy was just pure arousal every making out. My ex had a small weiner, and it was his insecurity; that's why my dildo existed in my drawer since he didn't want to shame himself for not satisfying me with his dick.

I left that dildo overseas. Airport security was sometimes unforgiving, and I had no plan to explain why I had a fake dick on my luggage.

My sore bud was stinging after two hours of fucking around in my room, so I asked for a timeout. Maybe my bad experiences were so severe that I expected another cold shoulder from Snoot. I didn't know what to feel when he agreed to rest kahit na mukhang bitin pa siya.

Got my back laid on the warm mattress, eyes tracing all the lines on the ceiling. Snoot was surely enjoying my naked body; it had been minutes since he started making swirls on my skin. He ran his fingers from my neck down to my collarbone and shoulders. He sat beside me and held my right hand. He made swirls again from the corner of my shoulder down to my arms. From the lower arm, he made a long straight line down my wrist until he reached the middle of my palm. It was ticklish when he made swirls again, and when he tapped my middle finger—

"Aw!"

—I felt a sharp current on my body, para akong nakoryente sa ginawa niya.

"Hahahaha! Gumagana pa rin sa 'yo."

"I hate you!" Pinagpapalo ko siya sa braso dahil sa ginawa niya. I had no idea what he just did and how he did it, but I felt the tingle on my finger!

"Sorry na. Sorry na, hahaha!"

"I fucking hate you so much!" I tugged the blanket over myself, but he was determined to tease me. He slid under the same blanket and wrapped me in his arms.

"Sorry na, hindi ko na uulitin."

"You better!" I slapped his right cheek, and he laughed at me again.

Crazy.

He didn't let go of me. My back was welded to his warm, sturdy chest. His breath was fanning the side of my ear. It was hard to shrug off the feeling of being loved every time he was this close and intimate with me. He was annoying and, at the same time, making me feel things.

"Gusto mong pumunta bukas sa bahay?" tanong niya, at pabirong kinagat ang gilid ng tenga ko.

"For what?" tanong ko, pinipilit na huwag makiliti sa ginagawa niya.

"Para makakaungol ka nang malakas."

I slapped his arm and cussed, "Fucking pervert."

My body felt his playful chuckle. He then cupped my right boob and played its hard tip. "Gusto mong magpakasal doon sa kapatid ng Billy mo?"

"Do I look like I want it?"

"Hindi nga, tinatanong ko na agad para kung sakali lang . . ."

"Sakaling what?"

"Wala pa namang ipinakikilala sa 'king babae, baka puwedeng unahan ko na."

It snapped something out of my head, and I turned my body to face him. I met his mellow gaze, scanning my whole face, as if memorizing every part of it.

"Mabait naman ang lola mo." He lightly tucked the hair on my cheek behind my ear. "Hingin na lang kita sa kanya."

"You'll do that?" I asked, having a lot of hopes from him.

"Gusto mo ba?" nakangiting tanong niya. "Papayag naman siguro ang mga tita ko kung ikaw."

"I thought they already found a bride for you."

"Wala pa ngang napapakilala, di ba? Huwag kang maniwala sa mga tsismis diyan sa labas."

"So . . . are you going to marry me?"

"Ikaw, gusto mo ba? Kung gusto mo, kakausapin ko ang Tiya Dahlia ko para magawan natin ng paraan."

And just when I built my hopes up, I suddenly remembered the meeting earlier with Billy's family. "Maybe I should ask Papa first. Just to make sure. Nakapag-set na kasi sila."

"Ikaw ang bahala. Sabihan mo lang ako kung tuloy ka doon sa kapatid ng kaibigan mo o sa 'kin. Puwede naman kitang pakasalan, kung papayag ka lang, siyempre."

I appreciate Snoot for giving me a better option. Hindi nga lang ako sure kung papayag si Papa na magpalit ng plano. I knew my family. They never counted my mom's opinion; what more mine?

Snoot and I slept naked. He cuddled me to sleep. It was the best sleep I'd had so far since I went home. I forgot about what kind of house we were in. It didn't feel creepy this time. I felt safe and comfortable at last.

The grandfather clock struck again, and it usually tells the time louder every quarter of the day, so I guess it was already three in the morning. Sleep still clung to my eyes as I glanced at Snoot, stretched out on the bed, face up. My window was open, and the moonlight was shining perfectly inside my room.

Snoot looked so handsome in any natural light existing on Earth. Morning light? Breathtaking. Moonlight? Majestic. His brows were thick and lashes long. His nose was bony on the bridge and steep. Guess he never failed to drink enough water every day. His slightly thick lips were soft and luscious. Can't question Jessa's taste. No wonder this man could pull off my age and my Inang's.

My eyes glance over his face, down to his muscular build. I really loved his complexion. I traced every curve of muscle on his arm to his strong chest. He wasn't hairy, but his chest had some hairy parts in the middle. I softly pulled the blanket off his waist so I could feast my eyes on his crotch.

His shaft wasn't scary and massive, not even intimidating. But it was longer than my hand's grip as I carefully held it. It looked clean and well-kept. Heat formed in my system as I massaged it up and down. I stared at it with the clear intention of consuming it, and after a few strokes, it hardened in my grip, adding some length and girth as it stood. Guess he's a sleeper.

I crawled down, trying my best not to wake him up. I was breathing hard as I stared at his saluting cock on me. I walled my hand behind it and glided my tongue from the bottom to its tip. I played with his balls as I put his length in my mouth. This shit was triggering my lewdness for real.

He groaned loudly, and the moment I looked up to see his face, he was already awake, watching what was happening between his legs.

My eyes locked on his lustful gaze as I sucked his dick in rhythm. I was proudly showing off my blow job skill. I brushed my hair to the side and rolled my tongue on his tip, tasting his precum.

"Ah . . ." He released a manly and husky moan. One of his hands gripped my hair from the top and pushed me deeper, his tip reaching my throat.

I tried not to gag for a second and gasp for air as I pulled out.

He motioned with his fingers, asking me to go up. I kneeled in front of him, legs on his sides, and positioned myself on top.

"Gusto mong lumipat sa ibaba?"

"Nah. I'm good."

I guided his cock into my hole, and we exchanged moans as I put it in me. Slowly, I straddled him, pulling it in and out and rounding my hips to arouse me more. My hands rested on his muscled chest to support my weight.

"Ang aga mong magising . . ." He chuckled and ran his tongue on his lower lip, looking at me with lascivious eyes. "Miss mo agad?"

"Oh fuck . . ." My legs started to wear. I was bouncing my ass on him, keeping my pace so I could reach my limit. He suddenly held my waist to keep me in place, then began thrusting from below.

He pushed so fast that my walls were clenching. The bed creaked again, so he grabbed my legs and locked it on his waist, keeping his shaft inside me. It felt like I weighed nothing when he got out of the bed, carrying me toward the bathroom. He locked the door and placed me on the marble top.

"Sama ka sa 'kin mamaya . . . doon ka mag-ingay sa bahay . . ."

Absentmindedly, I nodded at him, even though I wasn't sure if that was possible. I have never visited any house since I got here. He pulled my right leg up until it rested on his shoulder. He was biting his lip as he thrust deeper, his eyes looked punitive. This position was the best angle for him to fuck me hard and rough. I moaned so loud, and he didn't even bother covering my mouth. He enjoyed listening to it as he pleasured me real.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck!"

He played on my clit while I cussed the fuck out of him. Heat was building up in my lower abdomen, and it exploded when I reached my climax. And he wasn't done yet. He grabbed me by the back of my head and kissed me so rough. My mouth was open for him to devour.

He was digging me deeper, my body almost forgot it was sore the whole day yesterday.

I was gasping for air when he put me down on the marble top. I was on my feet in front of the marble top's round mirror. He raised my left leg and placed it on the edge. His eyes were sharp as he stared at me in the reflection. I looked like a hot mess. My whole face was so red, and it reached my neck. I was sweating like hell. He then grabbed my hair, and I moaned once again when he put his thick log on me. My mounds were bouncing as he thrust, he grabbed one and molded it on his callous hand. I watched myself getting railed from behind, it was so fucking satisfying to watch.

"Masarap?"

"Yeah . . ."

"Hihingin na kita sa daddy mo . . ."

"Huh?"

"Hindi naman sila makakahindi."

"You sure?"

"Basta akin ka na, hmm?"

I nodded. "Yeah . . . sure."