Seven-month Itch Full House Novels & Stories

"Get off me!" Though taken aback by his shout, my eyes fell on his dick which was now limp. It was still big. How I was still breathing when that thing was just inside me was what I couldn't understand. The heat of Seven's glare almost cracked my forehead open. I looked up at him to find that there was disgust on his face. "Why are you acting strange tonight, babe?" I asked, feeling both hurt and worried. Seven ran his fingers through his hair exasperatedly. Afterward, he picked up his boxer shorts with his feet and then put it on in a flash.

Tom pointed at the barren apartment. “Eve and Jordan have seven years of history together. “We’ve all seen how Eve’s been with Jordan these past seven years.”

[Third-person POV] Giuliano brought Eva home in the evening. He crouched seriously by the entryway, personally helping her change out of her shoes and into house slippers while casually calling into the house. "Elena, we're back. Eva's hungry, so go make her something to eat." The entire estate was deathly silent. No one answered. Eva arched a brow and smiled, lightly tapping Giuliano's knee with the tip of her shoe. "Looks like your precious fiancee isn't home. Guess she doesn't love you that much after all. She's throwing a tantrum and refusing to come home."

The drawing was crooked: a family of four, all smiling with their eyes squeezed shut. The waiting room was so quiet that the ticking clock on the wall sounded loud.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my wife, Blair, the daughter of the city's richest man, straddled my lap, her kiss deep and intoxicating as she toyed with my lower lip. The same night, we just announced our pregnancy to the world. Just then, Blair's best friend, Chloe, asked in French, her tone suggestive: "Blair, you're absolutely glowing. But tell me honestly, how does it feel to get railed by another man while carrying a baby?" Blair let out a soft laugh, a familiar sound that sent a chill down my spine. She replied, also in French: "It feels absolutely incredible, Chloe. He's like a wild wolf. Just yesterday, he had his head buried between my thighs, using his mouth to bring me

"Alright. Thank you." After he left, I washed up and collapsed onto the bed. I was half asleep when the noise outside startled me awake. I pushed the door open. "What's going on?" A housekeeper rushed over. "Ms. Zoe, Mr. Slater Senior suddenly fell ill. Security has already sent him to the hospital. But it's not serious, so he'll be back soon. He told me to make sure that you don't worry." I nodded, but when I lay back down on the bed, I couldn't sleep. An uneasy panic churned in my chest.

I beat him in the previous game we just played. Then the worst happens. The lights go off. I don't know why the fuck the lights chose this moment to just go off like that. When I was finally finally starting to forget what the hell happened to me this morning. "Uuuugh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Seven curses. "Just when we were having a great time..." After having a hot bath, Seven made crunchy cookies that we ate as we binged on a comedy series. I laughed the entire time and the cookies were nothing but scrumptious.

Suddenly, a fat hand extended over. “Hey, come and have a drink with me.” The overweight man dragged me toward the washroom. Just as I was about to be dragged into the washroom, Jeremy, who was focused on finding Bailey, finally realized what was happening to me. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched the pervert. He did not stop until the pervert was covered in blood. Jeremy then hugged me with his trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s fine now.” I grabbed his arms, and it was as if I had been transported back in time to that rainy night seven years ago.

Anytime I brought it up, Janet snapped, "Young people get back problems too. At your age, stop being dramatic." I've survived worse than this. This wasn't drama. I just didn't want to keep hurting for something that wasn't worth it anymore. *** After the mall, I grabbed takeout and headed home. A whole day with no cooking, no cleaning, no nonstop chores—just me—had me in a weirdly good mood. I was even humming as I unlocked the door. Then I heard Asher screaming. My stomach dropped. I rushed in and found him collapsed on the floor, fresh from surgery, barely able to move. Panic hit. I dropped the food and hauled him onto the couch.