Se connecterJeremy's POV.
She was there, just…. there, at first I couldn't reach, but then I could touch her and she wasn't resisting me. At first I was scared it wasn't her, but even with my blur vision…I knew she was the one. Her scent made me crazy, unstoppable , and without any control. When I squeezed her butt, she wrapped her arms around my neck, nuzzling my slightly parted lips as she grinded against my groin, her breasts pressing hard against my chest….those breasts of hers, soft and delicate, I wanted to suck it, but I wasn't sure if she wanted this….if she wanted me. “ Stop acting like a kid and fuck me already…fuck me more than ever, I want you….. to tear me apart.” She whispered, her hands sliding down into my trousers. I jerked. I don't know why I did that but my thighs trembled. It wasn't the first time I felt so great, but it was the first time I felt so powerless, like she was the one in control, and funny enough I let her. “Call me your pup,” She whimpered. I hesitated, before pushing her down to her knees in front of me. “Well that title needs to be earned Amy.” I told her as she smirked, and next she was stroking my dick, and soon I could feel her wet tongue licking it real good, she sucked me so hard I could swear she was draining life of out of me. Soon my dick was dripping wet, and so were her nasty lips. She slipped a finger in her mouth like she was sucking candy before she got up on her feet. “Fuck me please, Jeremy.” She squealed. My hands found a way to get rid of her dress as her breasts bounced like they had just experienced freedom for the first time. I cupped her breasts, lavishing her lips with mine, I lifted her up in my arms, and I forced my hot red dick inside her. “Yes.. J …. please fuck,” She cried, her eyes slightly shut as she drowned in pleasure, squeezing my shoulders and trying to bite back the scream that was about to escape her lips. I rammed her, our body slamming so good, pussy tight, all wet for me. I threw her hard on the bed as she landed with her back, thighs trembling , orgasm coursing through her veins. I lowered my body against hers, looking straight into her eyes. “I'm gonna make you beg me for more, and even if you run away from me again…. you'll never runaway from this.” I told her, forcing my three fingers inside her pussy, giving her the best finger fuck . She twisted, her back bending in a sinful curve,as my thick fingers stroked the walls of her wet slimy pussy. I grabbed her thighs, pulling her ass towards my face as I started to eat, flicking my tongue at every corner of her pussy…she was great, she was sweet damn she was. “You're…breaking me….Jeremy…” Tears rolled down her cheeks, and if that was her way of saying thank you, I loved it. After enjoying her delicate pussy, I started to pound her harder than before! I could feel my dick swell inside her I could swear it was going to explode! “Amy, fuck, Amyyy….Oh you're so good.” I said, as her eyes rolled back into her skull. Then I came, spilling my cum all over her while she jerked every second. And when I woke up, I was wet….° Amy’s POV°I bit the edge of my fingers, my steps dragging across the floor as I moved back and forth in the sitting room. The space felt too quiet, like it was holding its breath along with me. Every second stretched longer than it should, pressing against my chest.I couldn’t stop thinking about them.Did they make it?Were they hurt?Were they even coming back?I paused briefly, staring at nothing in particular before resuming my pacing. My hands dropped to my sides, then lifted again, restless, unsure about where to settle.I wished I had gone with him.Even if I couldn’t fight, even if I couldn’t do much, at least I wouldn’t be stuck here like this…..waiting, guessing, and helplessly hoping.Waiting was worse.It left too much room for thoughts.And my thoughts were not kind to me.It was strange how much this mattered to me. I hadn’t noticed when it started, hadn’t marked the exact moment things shifted. One day it didn’t matter, and the next…..I cared, too much.I stopped aga
°Jeremy’s POV°The road narrowed as I drove as we followed Lang's scent, the last of the houses fading behind us until only open land remained. Gravel replaced asphalt, the sound of it was steady beneath the tires as I eased the car forward. My headlights stretched across the dark, catching the outline of a low structure ahead. It sat alone, worn down by time, its roof dipping at one end, its walls dull and quiet under the night sky.I slowed to a stop a short distance away. The engine went silent. Marcus pulled in behind me, the others following, their headlights cutting off one by one until the night closed back in.The silence here felt different.I stepped out and closed the door without making a sound. The air carried no breeze, no distant movement, nothing but a stillness that pressed lightly against my skin. My eyes settled on the building again, and the pull inside me was steady.Marcus came up beside me. “This place has been empty for years,” he said quietly.“Maybe not tonig
°Jeremy's POV °Eli’s room door stood slightly ajar, the way I had left it earlier. I pushed it open fully and stepped inside. The bed looked empty under the faint light from the hall. The covers lay smooth and flat, as if no one had touched them since Mrs. Lang had straightened them after dinner maybe…. His stuffed bear sat propped against the headboard, its button eyes catching a bit of the glow. I ran my hand across the sheets. They felt cool to the touch. The pillow still held the slight dent from his head, but the room carried no warmth from a sleeping child. I checked the closet next, opening the door slowly. His clothes hung in their usual rows, small shirts and pants lined up neatly. The floor space below stood clear. I looked under the bed, moving the storage box aside with one hand. Dust motes floated in the air, but nothing else appeared. The window remained locked from inside, its latch secure. I stood in the center of the room and let my eyes move over every corner again
°Jeremy's POV ° I set the phone down on the desk and looked at Eli standing in the doorway. His breathing had settled into a steady rhythm, and the faint red glow in his eyes had faded completely. I crossed the room in a few quiet steps and knelt so I could see his face clearly. “Let me help you clean up,” I said. I took the handkerchief from my pocket and wiped the dirt from his cheeks in slow strokes, the cloth came away brown. Eli stood still and let me do my thing. When his face looked better, I brushed the twigs from his hair one by one and dropped them into the small trash bin beside the desk. “You made it here on your own,” I told him. “That took a lot of courage my boy.” He gave a small nod but said nothing more about the morning. I did not press him. Instead, I walked him to the couch in the corner and sat beside him. The cushions gave under our weight. I rested my hand on his shoulder for a moment, then stood again. “Stay right here for a little while,” I said. “I
°Jeremy's POV °The board meeting dragged longer than expected.I sat at the head of the table, listening as one of the directors explained projected figures for the next quarter. His voice flowed steadily, numbers filling the air, charts shifting across the screen, and the quiet hum of the air conditioner settling into the background.I nodded when necessary.I asked questions when expected.Still, part of my attention drifted elsewhere.Amy should have called by now.She had insisted on driving Eli to school that morning. I had almost argued again, but she had looked at me in that quiet way of hers, calm and steady, and I let it go.I glanced at my phone lying beside my notepad.Nothing.I forced my attention back to the presentation.“…which brings us to the final projection,” one of the board members concluded.I leaned forward slightly.“Send me the breakdown after the meeting.”“Yes, sir.”The room shifted as papers gathered and chairs moved quietly. The meeting had been calm, p
° Amy's POV °Morning light slipped quietly through my curtains, resting softly across the edge of my bed. I laid there for a few seconds, watching the pale glow move slowly along the wall. The house was still, calm in a way that made me breathe easier.It had been a long time since mornings felt like this.I pushed the blanket aside and sat up slowly. My feet touched the floor, cool against my skin. I stretched slightly, then stood, running a hand through my hair as I walked toward the bathroom.The mirror reflected a face that looked….. rested. I washed my face, tied my hair back loosely, and changed into something simple. A soft blouse, fitted trousers, nothing too formal. I didn't feel like dressing up today. I just wanted something comfortable.As I stepped out of the room, I heard Eli's voice downstairs.I smiled before I even realized it.Seven years and that little boy still made my chest soften.I walked down slowly, following the sound of his chatter. When I reached the din
°Jeremy’s POV°The wedding planning started almost immediately.Like grief had a deadline.Invitations. Venues. Guest lists. Fabric swatches…..All laid out on the dining table that used to be ours. Amy moved through it all with this strange efficiency—calm, focused, like if she slowed down for
° Amy’s POV °I didn’t answer him.I couldn’t.Because if I stayed there any longer, I was going to break in a way I wouldn’t be able to hide.So I turned….just like that….no more words….no more looking at him.I walked past him, my shoulder brushing his arm lightly, but I didn’t stop, I didn’t eve
°Jeremy's POV°I stood in the kitchen doorway, coffee in hand, watching Amy pack Eli's lunch like it was a job she had to do perfectly even though I'd told her countless times to let the maids take care of it, but Amy didn't listen anyway, claiming that no one could take care of her son any better.
°Jeremy’s POV°Amy didn’t come by when I got discharged.Not because she couldn’t.She just… didn’t.I told myself it was nothing. She’d been around while I was in the hospital. She’d talked to me. Held my hand. Yelled at doctors when they got too close.So yeah. She knew I was fine.Maybe she just







