The person she bumps into was no other than Rowan. He turns back in confusion and stares at her leaving...He wonders what might have transpired between them to turn Zoe into a complete mess, it's his first time seeing Zoe cry and somehow, it feels weird...He knocks on the door but there was no response..." Arabella, it's me...Rowan, open up" he said, and only then did she open the door, letting him get in..." What's disturbing you? you don't look alright" he touches her neck feeling her temperature..." you've been crying" he stated the fact and Arabella wipes her face, trying hard not to cry more..." I bump into Zoe, but I don't think she noticed. It was me...what's up with you two?" He was concerned and wanted to know what I'd do with the girls in the hospital if she had to leave Zoe. It was unlike Arabella to do such..." It's nothing big, we just had a little quarrel " she tries to make it not look too obvious..." it can't be that little when your eyes are red and swollen fr

Chapter 14 He pulls off in front of a restaurant and leads her inside. Arabella's steps slowed down upon entering the door..." What is she doing here?" she asked Rowan who just stroked off his shoulder in denial..."let's go" she pulls on him, intending to leave the restaurant but he stops her..." I brought you here because I want us, me, and you to have a good time...and that's going to happen even if she is here or not" his voice was stern like he was passing her an order...She stares at him with wide eyes, this was the very first time he has ever talked to her that way...seeing the look on her face, Rowan then realizes his mistake..." I mean... don't let her get to you...I want to be the only person you should be thinking of" he tries to make it more reasonable. A sweet smile spreads on her lips and she lands a soft peck on his lips and holds on to his hands as they both walk to their table for two...A grin was plastered on Rowan's face as he stared at Zoe whose face was pale.

Zoe's day wasn't bad at all, thanks to Ms. Patricia she didn't get the luxury of time to think about Arabella...On her way back, she felt hungry and decides to get some pizza in a food store nearby cause it's been a long she ate it...the last time she ate pizza was with Arabella and she will eat alone this time..."Hello, beautiful" a voice rang from behind but she didn't turn around, knowing she wasn't the one the who-so-ever was talking to..."hi beautiful" he was now standing next to her, she was surprised he was talking to her as she turned to him, he was good looking and based on her assumption, he should be at age twenty-one, like Rowan...he was putting on a red bomber jacket and a black Jean. Inside was a white t-shirt that was fitting and visible to her view as he never closed on his Jacket...His hair was pure diamond curled up on the edge showing off his manly face. "Hi" was all Zoe said. There was nothing good in talking to the guy before her...her order came and she grabbe

In every push, he trembles. He could feel her pussy walls clenching to his cock, her release was around the corner and he knew he wasn't far from coming too...His hand moved down to her sensitive spot, playing tag with it while the other hand kneaded on her breast, nibbling on it...She cries out in ecstasy, pushing herself to meet his every thrust with the help of the desk before her...His closed eyes flew open, and he could feel himself on the brink of getting his release. He tried to pull out of her but she was in no way ready to let him waste such an expensive and rare type of milk that was way more delicious than any other...She grabs his dick, squeezing and rubbing on it, as if milking milk out of a female cow with her lips at the tip, taking in what's he giving... she licks and sucks on his dick, making sure to take in everything...He slumps to his seat, feeling extremely exhausted from the race of pleasure. He closes his eyes as if silently listening to his heartbeat as his

"Oh my God!"She exclaims. He goes down on his knees, picks at the hair from her pussy lips, and lowers his head on her pleasure bud, playing on it with his tongue..."Oh, fuck...yes!" she cries out in pleasure feeling the sweet torture he is giving her...He was like a starved wolf, devouring her pussy with so many needs and lust...He pulls her forward, plastering her wet pussy to his face as he eats on it...His tongue slides into her flowery wet region, moving in and out. He was f** her with his tongue and she loved every little bit of it...Her head falls to the couch, grabbing his head and pulling him even closer, grinding her pussy on his face. His tongue fuck her till she shudders in excess pleasure, with eyes shot close, crying out for more...How can his tongue make her feel the pleasure she thought was impossible? how good is he to be able to send her off and on with just a click of his tongue? His two fingers invade her pussy, thrusting deeper and faster while his tongue con