Thirty-one.

~Olivia~ “It's your turn.” I gluped nothing, just staring—staring at the juicy head of his cock...mouth watering and pussy stinging with need. Slowly I got on my knees, and leaned in forward covering my mouth on his cock. I could hear Rowan curse, a very long one at that. “Come on, Olivia. Show me what you've got” he groaned. I smiled with slowly bobbing my head forward and backward, gagging as his cock hit my throat but I kept going...seeing how Rowan easily melted under my touch, how his hands racked around my head steadying me for support. “That's it.. Am going to cum in this sweet mouth of yours.” he grunted, moving his hips forward... slamming harder into my mouth. Tears prickled the corner of my eyes, saliva slipping down from my lips—he looked at me, eyes burning with undeniable hunger. Still fucking my mouth. I wanted him now. Buried fucking deep in me. I tried to pull away but he held me tighter. “Am not letting go of your fucking mouth without filling it with my

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Thirty-three.

~Olivia~I noticed it the moment I tried to stand.Not pain exactly—nothing sharp or dramatic—but a deep, persistent soreness that lived along my thighs, inside my hips, like my body had been pushed past something it hadn’t been ready for. The friction of movement made me wince. My legs felt heavy, overused, sensitive in a way that made every step deliberate.I stayed still for a moment, sitting on the edge of my bed, letting the room breathe around me.Morning hadn’t fully decided what it wanted to be yet. The light filtering through the curtains was thin, pale, almost apologetic. Dust hung in the air like it had secrets of its own. My room looked exactly the same as it always did—posters slightly crooked, books stacked in uneven piles, the chair by the desk still holding yesterday’s clothes—but it didn’t feel the same.It felt watched.I flexed my toes, then my calves. The soreness answered back immediately, a quiet reminder I didn’t ask for. I swallowed and stood anyway, gripping t

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Thirty- three.

~Olivia~ Diane insisted I get out of the house. “You’ve been cooped up all day,” she said, standing in my doorway with her arms crossed, already dressed like she’d made the decision for both of us. “You need air. And I need company.” I wanted to say no. My body still felt wrong—heavy, sensitive, like it hadn’t caught up with time yet. Walking was easier than it had been in the morning, but not effortless. Every movement reminded me of yesterday in ways I didn’t want to unpack. Still, staying inside felt worse. “Fine,” I said finally. “But nothing crowded.” Diane smiled like she’d won something. “Deal.” We ended up a few streets away, at a small open café near the edge of town. It wasn’t busy—just a handful of tables, the hum of distant traffic, music playing low enough to be ignored. The sun was warm but not harsh, and for the first time all day, my shoulders loosened a fraction. Diane talked. About school. About people I barely knew. About nothing that mattered. I let her.

Last Updated : 2026-01-13

All Chapters of Sinfully yours: Chapter 31 - Chapter 33

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