Semua Bab AWAKENING OF EVE: ANA’S DIARY OF SECRET STORIES: Bab 31 - Bab 40

17th JanuaryI stayed on him a little longer, grinding hard, watching his face twist. Then I lifted off, turned around, swung my leg over so I faced his feet. Reverse cowgirl. I reached back, lined him up, and dropped down slowly.I started rolling my hips, long strokes, hands braced on his thighs. I could see the ropes still holding his wrists, fingers curling every time I bounced.I rode steady for a few minutes. Then I leaned forward, reached between my legs, grabbed the base of his cock. Lifted almost all the way off, only the head still in me, and bent down.“You’re killing me, Ana,” he groaned as I sucked him hard, cheeks hollow, pulled like I wanted to hurt it. “Ouuu… the hurt.”I kept the suction strong, bobbed just enough to make it sting, tongue rough under the head. Maybe it was payback for the time his teeth grazed my clit, or maybe it wasn’t. When I finally popped off, his cock was darker, head almost purple.“Please mama… I’m drained—” he

17th JanuaryI didn’t wait. I ran for the kitchen doorway.He caught me by the hair before I made it three steps. The pain ripped across my scalp. He yanked me backward and I hit the floor hard on my side. The air left my lungs in a sharp gasp.He was on me in a second. Knees forcing my thighs apart. One hand still tangled in my hair, the other tearing at what was left of my slip. The fabric gave way completely. Cool air hit my bare skin.“I’ve always wanted to fuck you,” he snarled, blood from his nose dripping onto my chest. “But now in these circumstances… you leave me no choice.”He shoved his pants down just enough. I felt the hot, hard length of him slap against my inner thigh. He lined himself up, hips pushing forward, the head of his cock pressing against my pussy entrance, trying to force entry.“Elias… stop this!” I yelled, fighting for my life.I screamed and twisted, clawing at his face, his shoulders, anywhere I could reach. My nails du

3rdFebruary Mom left for work just after nine.She kissed my forehead the way she always did when I was little, told me there was leftover rice in the fridge if I got hungry, and that she would be back by six at the latest.The front door closed with a soft click. Her car started a moment later, then the sound faded down the street.The house fell quiet. I was all alone, having the place to myself. Suddenly I felt it fully, the loneliness. The reality of everything that had happened to me in the past month checked in one after the other.I stayed in bed for a while, staring at the familiar ceiling with its small water stain in the corner.The events of the past weeks still sat heavy in my chest like a stone I couldn’t spit out.I finally forced myself up. My body still ached in places I didn’t want to think about. I was completely naked—boobs free, nipples perking in the cool air, my slightly grown pussy hair covering my mound. I pulled on a soft fabric robe. I still couldn’t recall

3rd February “Stroke your cock… I want to watch you,” I said with a lustful voice. He didn’t hesitate. He tried to pull off his pants. “No… not yet,” I said. He nodded. His hands grabbed his cock once more through the fabric. “Fuck,” he muttered again as he pulled on it tightly. He took one long stroke and moaned so loud. god!, I loved a man who could moan. He took another long stroke and didn’t slow down after that. I watched him stroke himself like a man who knew exactly where to touch. “Look at me,” I commanded. His eyes locked on mine. I let the robe fall off completely, exposing my entire naked body. “Fucking hell,” he said, completely distracted. He sat upright, hands off his cock now. His head came so close to my body, level with my navel. He looked up at me, taking a deep sniff of my scent. “Can I please touch you?” he asked. His words

3rd February We barely had time to pull ourselves together.Andrew was still catching his breath, sitting back on his heels, when the sound of a car door slamming outside made both of us freeze.Keys in the lock.Mom was home early. “Shit,” I whispered.He scrambled to his feet, yanking his pants up and stuffing his still-sensitive cock back inside as fast as he could. I grabbed the discarded robe from the floor and wrapped it around my body, tying it tight even though it did almost nothing to hide what had just happened. My thighs were still slick. The smell of sex hung thick in the living room, sweat, cum, and the sharp scent of my own arousal mixed with his.The front door opened.“Ana? I’m home!”Andrew’s eyes went wide. I pointed silently toward the back door that led to the small yard.. He grabbed his delivery bag, now empty, and slipped out just as Mom’s footsteps came down the short hallway.I dropped onto the couch, trying to l