جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

It's been four days since the photoshoot and I still couldn't bring myself touch myself even though I was so fucking needy.The whole house was quiet, and about past Seven, the low growl of the engine cut through the quiet house like a fucking grenade.My entire body froze immediately. I was sitting cross-legged on my bed, my laptop was open to a spreadsheet I hadn't touched in about twenty minutes, pretending to work while my pulse lived in my throat.For the first time in like how many days, he was home early.I had not really seen his face in four days. Just shadows in hallways, the back of his head when he left before dawn, the slam of the front door when he came home after midnight. Four days of silence so thick it felt like drowning.Mom's voice floated up the stairs, bright and oblivious."Baby. Scarlett! Jax! Dinner in twenty!"Perfect.Another dinner to act like the perfect siblings. No escape.

I was lying on my back, staring at the dark ceiling like it owed me answers, when I heard his door open. Then footsteps, conversation and giggles. They both walk themselves into his room and almost immediately, his door shut again. My whole body went rigid under the sheets. Not fucking tonight. Please— fuck, not tonight. I’d been on edge the whole day,and he fucking made it worse, by what ever the fuck happened in the utility room earlier. His fingers brushing my jaw like I was something precious and almost immediately letting go like I'm poisonous at the same time. He’d run again. I can't even keep count of how many times he does this. He's always done that ever since I knew him. My skin had been fucking too sensitive for this. My pussy throbbing with that low, constant ache that never left anymore and get worse with every movement of my underwear scrap . He doesn't wanna touch me again, even though he crazily wants to. I can't just fucking wrap my head around the fact that I'

I woke up on the cold gym bench that I'd rested, and slept off on hours ago.Alone.I don't even how I didn't remember to go back into my fucking room. The harsh and very bright overhead lights were still on, throwing back my reflection at me from every mirror like it's a fucking Porn auditioning. My leggings were twisted, and my bra were soaked with sweat that'd now gone cold. My thighs ached. My pussy still throbbed with that low vibration that hadn’t stopped since he’d left me after finger-fucking my brains out on this same floor hours ago.I sat up slowly, and my head was pounding, the memory of his fingers inside me slammed back into my chest like some flashback that came at the wrong right time.He’d made me cum my brains out.Then he’d said starting tomorrow night.I don't even fucking know what it is at this exact moment.I just managed to drag myself off the bench, as my legs were literally shaking, and carefull

I heard them long even before the door opened, and every fucking sound sent a pulse straight into my cunt.His footsteps was slow, heavy, deliberate, and the was floorboards creaking under his weight like every step was shaking the whole house. I heard hers too. They were sharp clicks that sound like some sky-high heels, and gave out almost melodic sound with each click.Her voice was what I heard first, low and husky, very teasing: “God, this is mysterious… where are you taking me this time?”I didn't hear him talk, he's probably said something that I didn't hear, or didn't say anything at all.That was when the door opened with a soft, ominous click.Then he switched on the light, and harsh, white-hot floodlights turned on, making the entire room look like some pro porn set.And there they were.The black T-shirt clinging to every ridge of his muscle. They were stretched so tight across his chest I could see his nipple

Her breath hitched sharp and loud, and her legs spasmed, spreading wider on the table.Her heels scraped the edge of the table as her thighs parted obscenely. Her pussy lips blooming open like a wet invitation, leaving shiny trail leading down to her asshole.He middle finger tapped the middle of her pussy, and it gave a very wet pop. He taped again, and again, and again.Then her rest his palm on her pussy.She let out a raw, desperate gasp, the sound punched straight into my throbbing clit.“Fuck—oh fuck, yes, touch me there.”He didn’t move yet.Just held his hand there, letting her heat soak into his skin, her juices were dripping more now, coating his palm.He move his face teasingly beside her ear.“That's a lot of juice for me,” he whispered. “This greedy little girl's got a lot of juice—.”“—For you,” she panted, with a very slutty voice. “Soaked and needing your cock.”My pussy clenched hard