LOGINIt shouldn't have thrilled me this much. I knew that. But after weeks of him looking through me as if I didn't exist, and bringing women home every night while I lay awake aching for him, this felt like power. Like finally, finally, I had something he wanted.And I was going to use the hell out of it.“Matt,” I said with a flirty smile as I reached up to straighten his collar and my fingers lingered against his chest. “I can't believe you remembered me after all this time.”Matt's grin turned shy and almost boyish. “How could I forget? You were my first—” he glanced back at Azeem and cleared his throat, “—my first best friend.”Azeem picked up the spatula again. The metal scraped against the pan with a sharp, grating sound that made me bite back a smile.“Well,” Matt said, finally seeming to notice the tension in the room. He glanced at Azeem, then back at me, his smile faltering slightly. “I didn't realise you'd be with someone at this time. I'm sorry, I should have called first.”“W
NINAI fell back on the bed, panting. Fuck. Why did Azeem bring that fucking woman back home? No, more importantly, why did I freaking do what I just did? He had rejected me countless times, yet my stupid body still wanted him. Wasn't I supposed to despise him? It would be freaking okay if I did. At least I wouldn't have to look pathetic. I had a restless night, and by morning, I had heavy bags under my eyes. I was fucking frustrated, and knew I would tip over the edge if I did nothing about this. I wore only my robe when I went downstairs for a cup of coffee. Azeem was already in the kitchen making breakfast, like he did most mornings when he didn't have to go early to work.I still don't know what he does because he refused to tell me. It was obvious he planned to cut ties with me the moment I left here. Knowing his workplace would mean I get to stalk him. It wasn't beyond me, though. “Good morning,” I mumbled a greeting to him as I sat on a stool near the kitchen island. I rubb
Instead of Joy, I saw Nina on her knees as she looked up at me with an almost innocent, hungry look. My cock hardened fully, and I groaned.Joy pulled back and grinned. “There you are.” She thought she was the reason I was like this, not knowing it had to do with the woman down the hall. I didn't answer. I grabbed her arm and pulled her up. I rolled her onto her back and spread her thighs with my knees. She was wet already, and I pushed into her without tenderness.She gasped, and I buried my face in her neck and fucked her. I fucked her the way I'd wanted to fuck Nina. Hard, deep, and punishing. Every thrust was like a truth I couldn't afford to speak aloud. She wrapped her legs around my waist as her nails raked down my back, and I drove into her like I was trying to escape my skin.I closed my eyes and saw Nina's face. That was all it took for me to let go. I came with a grunt and emptied my cum into Joy's cunt. But the release didn't touch the ache. I didn't feel satisfied even a
The scent of her shampoo didn't even help matters. Who the hell applies perfume on their body before sleeping? I was impossibly hard, and I knew if I did nothing about it, I might end up hurting myself more than I could even savage. I sat up on my bed, frustrated at myself for everything. If I didn't go to that street that day, I wouldn't have met her… But that would mean her mum would have hurt her. Fuck, it was both a good and a bad thing, and I couldn't even tell which one I liked more. My cock strained against my shorts. I hadn't touched a woman in almost two weeks, and it was all because of her. I squeezed my eyes shut and saw her anyway. It was getting more flirty each day. Fuck. I pushed my hand down my shorts and wrapped my fingers around my cock. The heat of my palm was a poor substitute, but I worked it anyway. I was rough with myself as I tried to find the release that had been building in my gut for days but got nothing. I stroked harder until my breathing became ragg
AZEEMHow did I bring such a problem into my home?After we visited her dad, she seemed to change more than she did before. It started small. She started wearing tank tops at home instead of a t-shirt and shorts that rode up when she sat on the couch, with her legs tucked beneath her, painting her toenails while I tried to watch the game. I told myself I was imagining things; that she was just comfortable. Then came the sleep shorts. The kind that didn't even pretend to cover anything. The white cotton was so thin I could see the outline of her pussy when she walked past the hallway light. She'd pad into the kitchen at midnight for water, with her hair messy, and nipples pressing against a threadbare shirt she'd “forgotten” was see-through. She never wore a bra anymore. Not to breakfast, not to do laundry, and not when she stretched on the living room floor in front of me, arching her back, and making soft sounds as she pretended to do Yoga.Now that she had filled out more than she
A month after I started living with Azeem, I began to notice changes in my body. I was no longer slim. I was filling out faster than I thought possible. My small arse had filled out, and my waist had gotten smaller. I was now curvy. I knew I had gotten prettier since all the boys in my school changed their attitude towards me. It was almost amusing how people who bullied me stopped instantly. Yet, the one I wanted didn't like me. He still kept his distance, but he showed up whenever it was required. With my figures fuller than when he brought me back home, I started wearing clothes that hugged it all and showed off my tight stomach. The marks my mum left on me had faded, which worked so freaking well for me. I didn't need to hide any part of my body anymore because of that bitch. Talking about bitch, after her sentence, I hadn't visited her, not even once. I heard from Azeem that she told her lawyer that she wanted to see me. I told him my mind. She ceased being my mother when she
I had a restless sleep that night because I dreamt of him. For the first time since Dad died, my dreams changed. Now, I wasn't scared of Mum and wasn't seeing her chasing me in the dream with her belt. Now, my dreams were filled with the naked body of the man who took me in. Yawning, I walked down
She walked faster this time. She got to my side before I could run, and raised the knife to stab me, eyes bloodshot.With the last strength I could muster, I pushed her, screaming, when the knife sliced through my flesh. Staggering, I ran towards the front door. I pushed it open and hurried down th
School was the same, if not worse. I got called names, mocked and pushed on the lockers because I was the poorest among them. The only way I could attend the school was because of the scholarship I got in middle school. I was practically going to school through the pockets of the other students' pa
“Fuck,” he growled, his skin slapping against mine. “You're fucking tight, princess. Your tight pussy is milking me dry. I love how your walls clench around my cock. Fuck. Let Daddy feel you move. Rotate your hips, darling.” I did as he asked, moaning when his dick hit the spot that made my toes c







