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A Forced Match.
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Make That P#ssy Wet (18+) Chapter 92
Ferguson’s POVWe had finally moved back to my condo though Claudia still had the audacity to follow us. She had my mother's grave but for how long.The physician assured me that I would have a quick recovery provided I slept, which I could not do.So Stella had not so much as given me a minor finger lift in three days. She would snatch my telephone away or lock my computer and tell me off anytime I attempted leaving.I made a bad mistake this morning when I said about work.She stood still and crossed her arms and said,> “You step out of this house, Ferguson, it’ll be over my dead body. I’m not cleaning up another pool of your blood.”That shut me up fast.She didn’t even sound angry, just scared. And that scared me too.I sat on the couch feigning to read, and the doorbell went down.I opened my eyes and I was on my feet."Sit down!" she yelled from the kitchen.“I’m not a patient.”“You are until I say otherwise.”I grumbled and sat back down.A few seconds later, the door opened,
Make That P#ssy Wet (18+) Chapter 91
Ferguson’s POVThe following morning the pain did not bother me much. It was the silence that irritated me. That type that thought too much.It was since the night before Stella was not eased. She moved around my room like she owned it.“You don’t have to do all this,” I muttered, watching her pour me another cup of tea.She didn’t even look at me. “You shouldn’t have done all that climbing either. Yet here we are.”I smirked. “You’re still mad about that?”“Mad? Try furious,” she said, setting the cup down harder than necessary. “You scared me half to death, Ferguson.”I leaned back against the headboard, ignoring the sting in my back. “You should be used to me by now.”“Used to what? Watching you bleed?” She folded her arms. “No thanks.”I couldn’t help but smile. “You sound like my mother.”“Good,” she shot back. “At least one woman in this house has sense.”I chuckled softly, but she didn’t laugh. She simply stood and gazed at me with that face of hers which would have made me fee
Make That P#ssy Wet (18+) Chapter 90
Stella’s POVThe door creaked open.“Shouldn’t you be resting?” Ferguson’s voice came through, calm but hoarse.I looked up and froze. His shirt was half untucked, collar open, and there was a dark stain spreading down his back. Not dirt. Not water. Blood.“Ferguson,” I said, standing up quickly. “Whatwhat happened to your back?”He blinked at me, confused. “It’s nothing”“Nothing?” I walked straight to him. “You’re bleeding through your shirt.”He tried to smile, like it was a joke. “Guess I scratched myself climbing”“Take it off.”“What?”“The shirt. Take it off.”“Stella”“Don’t ‘Stella’ me. Sit down.”He sighed, but made no more protest, stooping down on the rim of the bed. I went behind and yanked up his shirt. The cloth was clodded to his flesh and when I ungeared it off I blushed nearly to death. His shoulder blades had crevices running through them which the wall itself seemed to have attempted to tear him up.“Oh my God… why didn’t you say anything?” I said quietly.“Because
Make That P#ssy Wet (18+) Chapter 89
Ferguson’s POVThe moment I stepped out of Stella’s room, the silence hit me harder than the cold air. My shirt was still damp, my chest tight but at least the guilt had suppressed a bit.The corridor felt longer than usual. Each step echoed against the marble floors, but someone’s perfume struck my nostrils before their voices did, Claudia...“Well... if it isn’t the hero of the night...”I stopped at the base of the stairs; Claudia stood there in robes she had entered my room earlier with a mischievous grin on her face.“And someone still hasn’t learned their lesson,” I said calmly but loud enough for her to hear.She frowned slightly, “climbing walls in the middle of a thunderstone. Quite a performance, even Spiderman didn’t go far for his heroine...”I rubbed a hand over my face, “that’s why there a thin line between fiction and reality.”“Oh, come on,” she teased, walking closer, “like many writers wouldn’t die to write that in their fictions... so tell me, was it worth it? Almos
Make That P#ssy Wet (18+) Chapter 88
Stella’s POVMy eyes fluttered opened with pains running through my whole body, I tried moving the found out I was all wrapped in Ferguson’s body, who was completely drenched then I remembered.The Storm.The Fear.The Chaos.But how did he get in? I was sure that I had locked the room in case he tried to enter and then my eyes trailed to balcony, the curtains were drawn open and then it hit me, he climbed in.Through the raging storm, he was able to find a way in, even after I had slapped, even after our little fight, even after everything... he came in just for me.Could it be that... he really has feelings for me?My body shivered furiously, a harsh cough escaped my lips, that woke him up, without a word, he carried me in a bridal style and laid me on the bed, “I’ll get some warm tea for you,” he said about to rush put from the room but I held him back, his shirt still fully drenched.“Wait...” my voice was hoarse, probably catching a cold from sleeping on the floor and on a wet bo
Make That P#ssy Wet (18+) Chapter 87
Ferguson’s POVI never thought I would ever have this feeling called jealousy until I saw Stella cozying up that friend of hers.I slammed the doors hard and exhaled deeply when we got into car, Stella was a bit startled but said nothing.I grabbed the steering wheel tightly then turned to look at her, my chest pounded loudly as I remembered how she was all warmed up against his touch, that should have been me, that should have been my touch.“Are you okay?”How on earth do you expect me to be okay?How do expect me to breathe knowing that there was someone else harboring feelings for you?I didn’t know what consumed me, jealousy, anger or fear? I reached out to her and smashed a heated kiss on her lips, she struggled to break the kiss, but I deepened holding her hands and went whole exploring all the corners of her mouth.Because she was mine.She finally pushed me away and slapped me, the sting was hard and then I noticed the warm liquid on her face, she was crying... because of me.
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