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The drive was slower than Anna would have preferred because Zade kept warning her to keep watch and yelping whenever she swerved. I wondered where she had learned how to drive, she held the wheels with certain confidence while I had never been in the driver’s seat. He kept warning me to make a park and drive himself, I understand how unsteady he felt because it was very likely his first time he was being driven, and wasn’t used to sitting in the passenger seat. I buckled his seatbelt and told him to stay put but he still looked in pain and under torture. Anna had to drive calmly and carefully before he finally let her be. We made one stop to buy Coco’s favorite muffin and then we drove straight home. They smelled nice and were tempting enough for us to make an unplanned stop. “We should do this more often,” I said as we began to head home, I loved being outside. I also missed my husband, I wanted to go on a walk with him. I wanted to hold his hands a walk boldly in the street with
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The whole rest of the day was grim. Carlos disappeared into his study after Anna’s uncle left. He didn’t look without a plan so I was a bit at ease, but my heart went up again when I concluded that even if my husband had his back on the wall, lost and hopeless, I would never find out by merely looking at his face.Zade just stayed quiet watching over us while Anna refused to talk. She faced the wall and chewed on her lips.Coco was having her own great time eating the snacks I had bought her and said nothing too.I hated being like this, just being a spectator, watching the whole drama unfold. I wanted to be in the drama, I wanted to play an important role.“Why did you guys bring Anna back?” I asked Zade in frustration. All these would have been avoided if they had simply left her there till she was eighteen. From what I saw and heard; she was doing very well there. She had her life in order and wasn’t too willing to come back. It was her love for Zane that had manipulated her to com
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He didn’t need to write his name on it. Fucking Carlos. Anger rose inside of me like a volcano about to erupt, hurt swirled like a tsunami. How dare Carlos?I wasn’t asking him to fuck me. I was just trying to win for once. He had put frogs in my bath, poured ketchup on my seat, and got my clothes red, Luis had been so scared that he first thought it was blood. He had put pepper in my shampoo and got my eyes and hair hot. What was wrong with my trying to win for once?I made my way downstairs. I was so angry my head could pop. He was just standing there, waiting for me with that look of triumph on his face. I don’t know what I did to make the bastard hate me but this was the last straw for me. I am done playing games. I stopped right in front of Carlos. He had that ‘what the hell can you do' look on his face I raised my left hand to slap him on the face, I knew he was expecting that so I wasn’t surprised then he caught my hand even before it reached his face. My left hand was jus
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Then I was lost. Hot, hard, fast. His finger was sliding in and out of me and my head couldn’t count. Yes, yes. Fuck, hard. Just like that. Perfect. The room filled up with slutty sounds, coming from me. My moans filled the air. The sultry sounds of his fingers fucking me were like music in my ears. Turning me on. I could myself going crazy. I wasn’t going to be the only one. I lifted my back from the bed and looked at his crotch. He was so fucking hard. Just for me. Following my gaze, he smiled. And fucked me harder. I forgot my plan. I forgot my name along with it... Then my soul probably left my body because I came so hard, I saw the sun and moon and started circling planet Earth. When I came back to myself. I found Carlos looking at me with tamed hungry eyes. “You’re the one who’s going to be waking 32 people now.” He joked. And we both laughed. I wanted more. But I knew this was all his wound could let him do. I sat up and placed my hands on his very hard chest. “What ab
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