Why Do I Suck Novels & Stories

My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth might crack. Oh, so now he wants to fuck Now he has stamina When it's me, he's always "tired." Always "busy." Always giving me some limp excuse about stress and work. But look at him here, dick hard, body alive, pumping into some girl like she was a goddamn fountain of life. I laughed. Sharp. Bitter. Ugly. It echoed in the empty room. I felt sick. Actually sick. My chest rose and fell too fast. My palms itched, my nails dug into the duvet.

"Little brother I have never cum that hard." "Me neither." Megan laughed at that. "No one's ever tried to make you cum before Mark." She pointed out. "Oh yeah right." I was back to feeling stupid. "No worries Mark, I just got to be the first." She propped herself up on her elbows to look at me. "I'll tell you something little brother, I'm not a slut but I've had enough to know most guys suck at sucking. Girls find out your good at it, then little Krissy is going to have a lot of competition," She sighed then said;

Oh, God! What if am really boring? Fuck, I think I am. Now that I remember, he never talked about our first time. I'm so inexperienced and am seeing its effect now. "You said I was boring" my eyes water and I feel like slapping myself. Of all the things I could say. Shit, now am giving him more reasons to laugh at me. I quickly look away so he won't catch the disappointment in my eyes, but he holds my chin to make me look back at him.

I want to be punished and. I gulped and closed my eyes. "Fuck..." I muttered with the lowest of my voice. Is this the real pleasure I have ever craved but don't know how to get it? Is it this intense and unbearably... 'This is just damn...' I said inwardly. It was like something got over me, and if she had asked me to kneel down and pleasure myself here, I would have done it without hesitation. For fucks sake what is wrong with me? If Dad found out that his ruthless, smart, intelligent, and much more precious sons couldn't even suppress an urge and were a thread away from embarrassing himself in public, I wonder how he would react.

Perks of having a sexy irresistible Mate. Thinking about that makes me feel so little of myself that I had my mind wandering about my doppelganger. She killed that version of me well, why did I have to turn out to be like this? No matter how I try to tush up, I end up looking like a mess. “Hey- Tiffany,” Serena's voice jolted me back to reality. I guess I spend time thinking about how disgraceful I am. Sighs! “Sorry, I was s little bit occupied wondering what I could do to make you feel happy,” okayyyy, did I say I suck at lying before, I think I've grown accustomed to it. AJ has affected me badly.

Sometimes I wobble, but it’s no use crying over spilled milk. What’s the point in obsessing, thinking? It’s not going to change a damn thing, and it can’t alter who I am or what’s expected of me. This is my life, and I need to suck it up and face it like I always do. Crying over what’s broken is for the weak.

She asked with a deep frown as if she was listening to something stupid. “It means that my dick only works when you’re around, sweetheart,” he spat out. “Want to know why I drank so much? It’s because I had an amazing date with this perfect woman, and everything was set for the after events; everything but my dick. Why? Cause it refused to perform at that very moment. Now, imagine my shock when I came here, only for it to work perfectly well in your pussy. I mean, that was the best fuck I have had in a while, and you know it. So, no, I am definitely not getting better.”

I quickly pulled my T-shirt back down, panic rising to my head. “Crap, what do I do now? I feel bad for Iky ...” Siska let out a heavy sigh, pointing at herself. “I’m the one who feels the most guilty here! Damn. So, what happened when Iky picked you up earlier?” I exhaled, bowing my head toward the mirror above the sink. “Well... I just wanted things to feel fun and lively again like before. But now it’s just awkward. Damn it.”

"What am I actually thinking? It seems like all the problems just grow into one and I don't know what to do. Thousands of times I have tried to be the best human being, but thousands of times I have also had to swallow all the refreshing tastes like this and it seems that this is not one of the reasons I am a person who is really, really, really stupid."

“Why do you have this?” Safiya’s voice was gentle but firm. “Because I was the one who made sure you were born.” Ayesha’s world tilted. “No.” She stepped back. Her mother watched her carefully. “Did you ever wonder why you were different, Ayesha?” Ayesha’s jaw tightened. She thought of all the times she had survived what should have killed her. All the times she had been faster, stronger, smarter than everyone else. Her ability to process information faster than normal.