“You think you can take me? That sweet little virgin cunt of yours wouldn’t survive a f*****g inch.”
My breath hitched.
I rolled back onto my back and pressed my palm against my belly.
It was warm.
Still twitching.
Still hungry.
I let my hand slide lower, hovering just above my mound. I could feel the heat rising off me. My folds were so swollen I didn’t even need to part them to know I was soaked again. Already.
I pulled my hand back.
No.
No, not again.
My body couldn’t take another orgasm. Not without breaking,
“I need a drink,”
I whispered.
“I need to get the f**k out of my head. I need to waste myself until this goes away.”
Even though I knew it wouldn’t.
Even if I drank the whole f*****g bottle, the ache would still be there, whispering his name through my skin.
I sat up.
Slow. Shaky.
My legs were unsteady, and the sheets clung to my thighs from the mess I’d made. My robe was twisted around my waist. I didn’t bother adjusting it. What was the point?
It was already open.
My breasts were already out.
My n*****s were already hard and begging to be sucked. Pinched. Bitten.
The cool air hit me the second I stood.
And f**k, I felt it.
Everywhere.
Between my legs.
Across my chest.
Down my spine.
I didn’t fix my robe.
Let it hang.
Let it show everything.
What The Hell”
I could still hear it.
“You think you can take me? That sweet little virgin cunt of yours wouldn’t survive a f*****g inch.”
My breath hitched..
I rolled back onto my back and pressed my palm against my belly.
It was warm.
Still twitching.
Still hungry.
I let my hand slide lower, hovering just above my mound. I could feel the heat rising off me. My folds were so swollen I didn’t even need to part them to know I was soaked again. Already.
I pulled my hand back.
No.
No, not again.
My body couldn’t take another orgasm. Not without breaking, orgas.
“I need a drink,”
I whispered.
“I need to get the f**k out of my head. I need to waste myself until this goes away.”
Even though I knew it wouldn’t.
Even if I drank the whole f*****g bottle, the ache would still be there, whispering his name through my skin.
I sat up.
Slow. Shaky.
My legs were unsteady, and the sheets clung to my thighs from the mess I’d made. My robe was twisted around my waist. I didn’t bother adjusting it. What was the point?
It was already open.
My breasts were already out.
My n*****s were already hard and begging to be sucked. Pinched. Bitten.
The cool air hit me the second I stood.
And f**k, I felt it.
Everywhere.
Between my legs.
Across my chest.
Down my spine.
I didn’t fix my robe.
Let it hang.
Let it show everything.
What The Hell!!
I padded barefoot to the door, body still aching, p***y still leaking, and I didn’t care.
Because somewhere in this house, there was whiskey.
And somewhere deeper in the dark, maybe… just maybe….
He was awake.
I stepped out into the hall, and the silence swallowed me whole. It felt like the walls were holding their breath.
The floor was cool under my feet, but my skin was too hot to care. Every step I took made the silk of my robe slide against my thighs, brushing my sensitive folds. My slick made it worse. The way it clung, wet and sticky, had me clenching with every brush of air.
I moved like a ghost.
Down the stairs.
Past the long windows and old family portraits that glared at me like they knew exactly where I was going.
What I looked like. What I wanted.
I didn’t stop.
I needed the drink too f*****g badly. Needed to numb everything that was crawling through me..this ache, this obsession, this filth I couldn’t scrub out of my bones no matter how many times I came.
I turned the corner into the kitchen.
And froze.
At first, I thought I was imagining it. That maybe I was just still stuck in some half-orgasmic haze, my body hallucinating after everything I’d done.
But then I heard it again.
A moan.
A real one.
High-pitched and f*****g sharp.
“Ah..fuck, yes..”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.