My brother’s monster cock(II)

Nova’s POV

“I think he’s into me. We bumped into each other in the hallway. He’s gotta be obsessed with me—the way he stared at me, fuck. I wish he’d grabbed my ass right there,” Zara said, her teasing.

“Girl, not again,” I groaned, rubbing my forehead.

“My brother’s a jerk. You’re way too perfect for someone like him,” I purred, shaking my head.

“What do you even know?” she snapped back.

“Oh, really? Well, I’ve got nothing to say to you then,” I shot back, crossing my arms.

Right then, my phone buzzed—the notification sound I set for Kent, so I’d know when his texts came through.

I glanced at the screen, and my heart stopped.

“Nova, I’m done with this relationship. Long-distance ain’t my thing. Three months without pounding pussy is too damn long for my needy dick.

Most especially I’m not going celibate for you,. I’m not into cheating, so I’m cutting this off now. Hope you get it, babe. I’m a man, and I gotta slam my cock into some dripping, tight pussies to keep my balls satisfied.

My heart froze right there in the fucking hallway. I stood there, stunned, my body numb.

“Nova! What’s wrong?” Zara asked, her voice thick with worry as she stepped closer.

I couldn’t speak, my throat tight with shock.

“Talk to me, babe,” she said, lifting my chin gently, her fingers warm against my skin.

“Bro… it’s been two days apart, and he’s… he’s…” I couldn’t even finish, my voice breaking. “Here, read it yourself.” I shoved my phone at her.

Zara’s eyes scanned the screen. “Shit… shit… shit,” she muttered as she read the message.

I grabbed the phone back, my voice breaking as I yelled, “That motherfucker! What the hell? We were planning to get married! We fucking planned the names we’d name our kids if we eventually had them as a couple. He gave me a fucking promise ring last month. He’s throwing away five years like it’s nothing? I gave my whole teenage life to that ungrateful bastard, and he thinks he can just end it?”

My screams echoed down the hallway.

Every IT student turned to stare, but I didn’t give a damn.

“Nova.

Nova.

Nova, babe, you need to chill,” Zara said, her voice soft but firm, trying to pull me back. “Look, people are staring.”

“Do you think I care? Do you think I give a fuck if they’re staring or not?” I snapped, tears burning my eyes. “My five-year relationship just ended, and you’re telling me to ‘chill’?”

Zara didn’t let me finish. She grabbed my face, her hands firm, and dragged me toward the bathroom, her grip possessive and hot. She pulled me inside, locking the door behind us.

“Nova, what was that out there? You’re bigger than this girl. If he wants to end it, that’s on him,” she spat, her voice low and commanding. “There are tons of real men out there—not some boy who can’t even afford his own rent. You’re crying over a loser who doesn’t even have a job? A broke-ass boy you’ve been sending money to since high school?”

Fuck him. You’re too sexy to waste tears on that.”

“Zara, it’s not that easy,” I whispered, my voice shaky, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“I know, babe, I get it,” she muttered, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around my waist. Her touch sent a quick spark through me.

“ I’m here for you, slut . It’s gonna be okay.” Her voice was sweet, sultry, sending shivers down my spine.

Her body pressed against mine, soft and comforting, her curves are so juicy , pure perfection. No wonder guys at the gym chased her—she was a fucking sex goddess.

Wanna rest your head on mama’s juicy tits?” Zara purred, her lips curling into a naughty smirk.

“Yes… fuck, yes,” I said without hesitation, my voice thick with need.

“I knew you did, my dirty little bitch,” she teased, her eyes glinting with lust.

I giggled through my tears. “C’mon, wipe those tears,” she said, brushing my cheek. “Why let a pathetic boy make your eyes wet when I can make your pussy wet?”

I gasped, nearly choking on my breath, my pussy throbbing at her words. “You’re still a lesbian again ?” I asked, my core already aching for her.

“Not exactly,” Zara replied , stepping closer, her breath hot against my ear. “I’m bi, but that lesbian side of me? It’s fucking obsessed with you.”

“Girl, same,” I admitted, my voice shaking with desire. “Why’d you hide it from me?”

“Oh, please, Nova,” Zara said, rolling her eyes, her tone playful but dripping with heat. “After all your judgment? But I see you now, craving me.”

I bit my lip, guilt flashing through me. “You’re right, but things are different now. I swear, I think about you every fucking day,” I confessed, my voice low and needy.

“I know you do,” she teased, her voice like silk. “Every girl I touch comes crawling back. You’re just too stubborn to admit how bad you want this.”

I rolled my eyes, giggling, I just want her to eat my pussy already.

“So, what do you say? I eat your pussy right here?”