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DarrellI watched her walk away down the hallway, her back straight, steps deliberate, like she’d finally figured out how to leave without looking back. The door to the suite clicked shut behind her, and the silence hit like a slap. My cock was still half-hard, slick from her mouth and pussy, twitching like it hadn’t gotten the memo that she was gone.Fuck that.I yanked the door open so hard it banged against the wall. She was only a few steps down the corridor. I caught her wrist in one hand, tight enough to bruise, and dragged her back inside before she could protest. She stumbled over the threshold; I slammed the door shut, turned the lock, and pinned her against it with my body.“What?” she gasped, eyes wide, cheeks still flushed from earlier. “What the fuck are you doing?”“My cock’s still hard,” I growled low against her ear. “I want the last time, for real. I’ll pay you more. Double. Triple. Whatever it takes.”She shook her head, but her pupils were blown, her breath hitching
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73 BellaI gasped, pulling away. Stared at him and looked down at his cock. I gripped it hard, my fingers digging in, then spat on the head, watching the saliva slide down the shaft before I swallowed him whole. I forced him deep until my nose pressed into his pubic hair, my throat convulsing around him. I gagged loudly—wet, choking sounds—tears streaming instantly, mascara running black down my cheeks. Spit poured from the corners of my mouth, dripping onto my tits, coating his balls in a slick mess.Darrell groaned like an animal, both hands fisting my hair so tight it burned at the scalp. “That’s it. Choke on it, you filthy little slut. Take every fucking inch.”He thrust shallowly into my throat, those short, brutal jabs making me gag harder, spit bubbling out, running down my chin in thick strings. I moaned around him, the vibration ripping another curse from him. My pussy was throbbing so hard it hurt—clit swollen, inner thighs already slick with my own arousal dripping down.Af
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Bella“I’ve been in love with her since secondary school,” she said. “Not the kind of love where you just want to be friends forever. The real kind. The kind that hurts every time she talks about some guy she’s dating. Every time she posts pictures with Darrell, smiling like he’s the one. I watched it for years, Bella. Years of pretending it didn’t kill me a little every day.”She paused, picked up the soda again, and took another sip like it was liquid courage.“When Gina started complaining about him… how distant he was, how the spark was gone, how she was thinking of ending it—I saw an opening. Not for me. Not yet. But if Darrell cheated… if he proved he wasn’t worth it… maybe she’d finally see she deserved better. Maybe she’d leave him, and maybe, just maybe, she’d look at me differently.”My hands clenched into fists in my lap. Nails dug into my palms. “So you used me.”Lara’s gaze dropped for the first time. “I thought if you got close to him, if something happened… Gina would f
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BellaI stepped out of Darrell’s apartment and let the door click shut behind me softly. The hallway air hit colder than I expected, or maybe it was just the sudden emptiness in my chest making everything feel sharper. My eyes were already soaked, tears blurring the edges of the corridor lights. I made it three steps before my legs gave out. I crouched right there against the wall, knees to my chest, biting my bottom lip so hard I tasted blood.I hadn’t been late because of traffic. I’d been late because of Lara.An hour and a few minutes ago, she’d finally walked through our hostel door—smiling and acting casual, like nothing had changed. And I’d been waiting. Waiting to ask her everything Jones had thrown at me, everything that had been eating me alive since he showed me those photos.Flashback**I was in our room, half-dressed—jeans on, sweater halfway pulled over my head—when the door opened. My heart jumped. I yanked the sweater down fast and turned.Lara stepped in, bag slung ov
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DarrellThursday had crawled by in slow motion. Office hours felt endless—students droning on about extensions, the department secretary dropping off more “grading protocol” reminders like I hadn’t already fixed the damn thing. I kept my answers short, my smile professional, but my head was already hours ahead.Bella hadn’t texted back since Tuesday. I’d sent Today at home by 7 and gotten nothing. No “okay,” no “see you then", and no excuse about being busy. Just silence. It should’ve pissed me off—most people would at least acknowledge—but the quiet only made the pull stronger. She was coming. She had to. I got back to the apartment around 5:30, showered, and threw on a black T-shirt and jeans. I ordered Thai takeout anyway—mild green curry, extra rice—and left it on the counter like it was no big deal. The place smelled faintly of lemongrass and the faint chlorine ghost from last week’s shower.By 6:50 I was on the couch, phone dark beside me. I didn’t check it again. If she bailed
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BellaI stared at the screen of my laptop in the campus library, heart pounding as I refreshed the student portal one more time. And there it was: my grades updated. The failing mark in Darrell’s class had flipped to a solid B. Passed. Scholarship safe. No more panic emails from financial aid. No more late-night spirals about dropping out.I let out a long, shaky breath and leaned back in the chair, closing my eyes for a second. Relief washed over me like cool water—sharp, almost painful. Darrell had actually done it. He’d submitted the “correction” form, claimed it was a grading error on his end, and the department had bought it. They’d even sent him a mild reprimand email (I saw the thread in the system logs somehow). He took the hit so I didn’t have to.But the money in my account; the extra bundles he’d pressed into my hand, still felt like it was burning a hole through everything. Every time I thought about Mom using it for her treatments, gratitude tangled with shame. I’d bought
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RyderI took her hand and laid her down on the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, she sat. I knelt between her legs and looked up at her. Her brown eyes were wide and nervous, but there was something else there too. Want. Curiosity. The same hunger I’d seen in the hallway.I rested
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LilaThe next morning came too fast. I woke up with the sun already high, spilling golden light across my room. My body felt different—sore in places I’d never noticed before, tender between my thighs, a quiet ache that reminded me of everything Ryder and I had done. After yesterday morning, we sti
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LilaI swallowed. “My uncle’s back,” I said quietly. “And I think he looks quite mad. Let’s stop for now.”Jerry followed my gaze. He nodded once. “Yeah. Good call.”He pulled Sunny to a gentle halt. She stopped smoothly. Jerry swung down first, then reached up to help me.Before his hands could to
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LilaHe grinned even bigger. “You got it.”The man brushing the horse nodded politely. “Ken,” he said simply. He didn’t smile, but his eyes were kind.The third one, who was the one fixing the gate, tipped his hat. “Davis. Welcome.”I smiled shyly. “Thank you. I’m… I’m his niece. Just visiting for
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