Bad Decisions Chapter Eight: The Right Fit

Finally, Shelly finds happiness, and it comes at the right time.

I pushed my ass backward hard as I felt Andrew slamming himself into me. I knew he loved seeing my ass slap against his body as he fucked me from behind.

I loved getting fucked, and Andrew had gotten accustomed to fucking me like the slut I was, in the bedroom and anywhere else. Including out in public, but the best thing was that he always introduced me by my name. He never said his woman or his girl.

Outside of sex, I was his equal, putting me on cloud nine. He didn't just say it. He acted like it. I had a say in his life, what doctors he was going to, and what projects he would take on. And it was only fair that he had a voice in mine.

"Fuck, yes!" Andrew said as he pushed deep inside of me.

The thing Andrew loved the most other than getting a tit fuck every single day was cumming inside of me. He absolutely loved it.

I felt his grip tighten around my waist as I pushed back hard as he pushed forward. I felt him cumming inside me again for the second time tonight.

I smiled as I looked back at him.

"I was just leaning over the bed to get my phone," I said as I reached out and got my phone.

"Well, it looked so tempting, that I had to," Andrew shrugged.

I had read somewhere that many women didn't like sex from the back. They thought it was selfish of the guy and demoralizing to women.

I didn't know who those women were or why they didn't like it. I loved sex, on my back, on top, behind, whatever the position, I loved it.

My new favorite position was when Andrew lifted me off of my feet. I came the most when he impaled me onto his cock and bounced me up and down like a rag doll. And Andrew knew it.

It didn't matter if he was holding me up facing him or when he turned me around with my back toward him. My man could lift my fat ass up and bounce me in either position.

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It had been nearly ten months, and we were still going strong, just like Kate and Timothy, but unlike them, we hadn't tied the knot.

Katie looked great in her wedding dress, and Timothy was a handsome groom. Kate rented out her house and was living with Timothy.

It was Timothy's idea for her to keep the house, just in case, but as Andrew and I had said, they were a match, always finishing each other's sentences and everything.

Timothy was also a great stepfather to Darold; he was firm, assertive, and a good role model. Darold looked up to him, and I knew he would become a great man because of Timothy's influence.

Then there was Alyssa and Jacob. I thought a kid would bring them closer together, and at first, having a baby girl in their life seemed like a good fit.