Lahat ng Kabanata ng Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

MAXIt burned.It burned to see her in that red sheath gown, her curves and dips accentuated by every line and weave.It burned at the very scent of her, that eerie floral tone tainted by a hint of musk that definitely wasn't hers. But most of all, it burned to see her beside him… looking at me like some character she'd forgotten was alive. And aware. So gruesomly aware… of whatever was going on between her and him.“Max” she said, voice barely above a whisper.I hid my detachment behind a slight smirk, tilting with her cake in my hands. “Sorry it's coming late. But happy birthday, Bianca.”She couldn't move.No. She wouldn't move.Not until she looked back at him, like his dark red eyes carried some silent confirmation to whether she could walk towards me or stay put in front of him.Brian didn't react. Didn't soften or strain, and she went with former… counting her steps all the way down until she stopped a safe distance away from me. “Thank you” she said. “I… thought you—”“Didn

BIANCACold feet. I can't remember the last time I was as embarrassingly nervous as I am right now.Pretty ironic, because this wasn't the first time I was staring at a camera, angling my body to take semi-nude pictures of myself. Only this time, it wasn't for my eleven thousand and eighty three followers. It was for one. Just one lucky dark haired twenty eight year old that should've been off limits from the first day I stepped into this house. I plopped down to my bed, head now buzzing from the god-knows-how-many pictures I'd taken and deleted now.Too revealing.Not revealing enough.Doing too much.Doing too little. Jeez. For a pornstar, I was really bad at this. Minutes passed, and all I could do was keep staring at my reflection on my phone screen. Well, it wasn't really my reflection. Just this… very bad recreation of an ahegao pose I'd learned on twitter. And, yes, just like you guessed… it didn't take long for me to press delete. Eventually, I just settled with somet

MAX“Though she can be pretty naive, Sabrina's a lot smarter than I'd like to give her credit for. Don't think it'll be as simple as it was with Kelly,” Rebecca had warned.“Chances are, Brian starving her for so long has done most of the work. All you need to do is starve her a little more… and she'll break.”For the most part, Rebecca was right.But it was still hard to see Sabrina as anything but naïve from where I stood.Her head dangled off the side of the bed, throat quivering, body a trembling mess. She still wore her panties, though they’d been yanked roughly to the side, exposing her swollen, dripping pussy. Her walls clenched greedily around my fingers with every slight touch, desperately begging to be filled.I was too busy feeding her my cock, savoring the way she choked and gagged around it.Thick strands of pre-cum and saliva ran down her flushed cheeks while her tongue worked desperately along my shaft. I slapped her tits hard, watching them bounce, then pinched her sti

BIANCA The cotton sheets still scented faintly of his cologne when I woke up. The room was dark, quiet as a mouse, and now barely recognisable under eyes that weren't drowned by lust. I reached for him beside me, and nothing but space clawed back at me. Brian wasn't in bed. Understandably so, because I snagged a peek at the alarm clock on his bedside table, and my heavy-lidded eyes settled on the numbers… 6:45… pm. I should've jolted off the bed, or immediately let the gnawing realization that I missed school today grab me by the throat. But I did nothing. Nothing but lay there for a good couple seconds, body still sore as my mind played the moments on loop. I almost smiled to myself as I thought about it. I was pleasured so good, I slept the entire day. I let my body reel in that soft reminder, taking my time before finding the strength to sit up, and eventually roll of the bed. When the balls of my feet touched the wooden floorboards, a sharp spike ran up my

MAX“This… wasn't exactly what I had in mind.”When you leave a hockey arena at ten p.m. and an attractive lady in her mid twenties tells you she knows a place, a few reasonable settings come to mind. A club? A bar? A part of me even half-expected her to take me back to Ellie's place in case she wanted to pull the rug from under my feet. All guesses were completely wrong.“What?” She joked, bumping into my shoulder as she walked forward. “Is Callaghan scared of a little gun powder?”A little?What the fuck were we doing at a shooting range a couple hours to midnight?She walked straight for a man I assumed was the instructor, standing poised at the farthest booth while he loaded clips like he was in some John Wick movie.Somehow, despite all the focus that probably took, his head whipped towards Mia when she came close enough.“What do we have here?” He grinned, eyeing her head to toe. “Are you lost, little lady?”“I don't think so” she smiled, leaning against the glass of one of th