Julian touches my face slowly, his finger sliding gently down until it reaches my chin. His thumb rubs against my lip, pulling it to open a small gap. His eyes get even more intense, probably because inappropriate thoughts are running through his mind.
“Open your mouth.” He orders, pulling away the hand that touches me, and I simply obey, my eyes high on his face. I know what’s waiting for me; I know what he’s planning to do, and I can’t wait for him to do it finally.But the wait is long, torturous. Julian holds the cock firmly just a few inches from my lips, smiling as if he knows how much I want it.“Come here...” He nods, encouraging me with moistening lips. “Suck my cock, Angel.”Receiving his permission is like a relief that spreads through my body, and is soon lost to the intense desire that burns inside me.I move my head a little further, giving a wet kiss to the tip that I feel throbbing at theJulian’s green eyes are so intense that they take my breath away. His hands sliding down my thighs as I feel him pulsing inside me brings an even more delicious shiver to my burning body. And he knows what he’s bringing out in me... he knows and enjoys it.I take a deep breath, and a moan escapes through my lips. Unlike the first time we had sex, it doesn’t hurt or burn, even though my entrance has widened to receive him. I’m so used to its thickness that it goes in easily, making me wonder how it’s possible to be filled like this.“Are you thinking about how you receive me so well?” Julian says like he can read my mind. My eyes widen, and I wriggle, resting my tied hands on his chest. He laughs in a low, husky moan, his hands now resting on my waist. “You can take me easily, but you’re still so tight.”I bite my lip and thrust my hips forward slightly, sliding forward but coming back a little faster.
Julian stares at me intently, and I feel my heart beating in my throat. His silence despairs me, and my voice comes out high, “I know I should have said this before, but... I mean, I never needed it, and I just...”“Angel.” He interrupts me, and I swallow the lump that forms in my throat. “I know you’re not on the pill; I figured it.”His words, so calm and casual, leave me completely baffled... “You know?”“Of course.” He smiles at me, using his thumb to caress my cheek. “I’m well aware; you don’t have to worry about it.”“But...” I try to control my voice, but it still comes out strangled, “What if I get... pregnant?”“Then we just need to get married.” He approaches me and places a kiss on my forehead.I’m simply speechless.“Is that it?” I blink a few times, putting my eyes on his once again. “Tha
“I didn’t buy it,” I say firmly and notice that her eyes tear up.“Then it was my father because they’re saying that O’J Tech bought it. You two found it together, so if it wasn’t you, it was him.” Angelee runs a hand through her hair, brushing it back. “Why would he do that?”“Michael has had his eye on that company for some time. Your father saw the opportunity and took it.”She lets her hands fall around her body and looks at me with frowning eyebrows. “I’m not a fool, Julian; I know the timing was too perfect to be a coincidence.” I sigh, feeling my heart speed up even more... If things weren’t chaotic enough already, now I have a bomb in my hands about to explode.“Don’t tell me that my father had a hand in that... scandal.” She crosses her arms, now looking upset. “Oh, crap... He did something, didn’t he?”“You
When Julian told me that I should stay at home and rest, I breathed a deep sigh of relief, but as the hours passed, my anxiety grew. Julian’s words tormented me, especially his puffy, bloodshot eyes when he returned to bed with a hot tea that calmed my stomach, my nerves, and my mind. However, this peace didn’t last long... I kept thinking about how I could ask for honesty when I’m hiding something so important, postponing the inevitable. All night long, I kept thinking about that...That’s why I went to the nearest convenience store early this morning and bought some pregnancy tests. And now, my trembling hands hold this small object that carries so much importance, the weight of my life... of our lives.That’s the fourth test I’ve taken, and the result is the same — two lines that define our destiny.I’m really pregnant, and now that the truth is before my eyes, I simply collapse.My vision goes dark,
Cathy’s words make me gasp. My eyes widen in surprise, and I ask, unable to control my tongue, “Do you have a child?”However, I immediately regret it because a sad expression takes over her face. I can see hurt and sorrow shining in her eyes. Still, she gives me a sad smile and says, “I used to.”A deep pain spreads through my chest, and I arch up, leaning on the sink again, almost feeling her pain.“He wasn’t born, though... I had a miscarriage when I was nineteen.”Nineteen... When I was born, my mother was the same age — and that somehow makes me even more emotional.“Eight years have passed, but I still remember how I felt when I was pregnant. I was really scared because the daddy turned out to be a cheating asshole. He was angry with me and even asked me to have an abortion. Of course, I was scared too. I didn’t know if I’d be able to do it on my own at such a young age when I had
I can hardly believe my eyes… I blink a few times, looking at the woman who stares at me expectantly. Her blue eyes, similar to those of her son, reflect me, taking my breath away. It’s been a few months since we last saw each other, but she looks the same: the black hair with a few gray strands, the marked wrinkles that, despite being on her face, don’t give away her age... everything looks the same as ever — except for the fact that she shouldn’t be smiling at me.“Let’s have a coffee, what do you think? It’s been a while since we last saw each other, and Eric is so busy these days that he doesn’t have time for his own mother anymore.” She makes a dismissive gesture, still with her radiant smile, looking around. “Where is he? Let’s call him-”“No!” I find my voice again, but it comes out sharper and shakier than I intended. I take a step back, adding a little distance that&rs
I still remember when my mother said those exact same words to me. Mom said I have cancer with a serene smile on her lips and a calm expression that didn’t match at all the seriousness of her illness. Her bright eyes carried no sadness in them, unlike mine, which were blurry by the tears I cried for both of us.I was scared, but I believed that the chemotherapy and treatments could save Mom, but she became weaker and weaker. Her hair fell out at the slightest caress I made, and visits to the hospital became more frequent, as did her stay. Long nights and days in that white room, months facing absurd pain, but always with a smile on her face — this was Elisa, my mother, my light.So I started smoking cigarettes, looking for nicotine to calm me down. My nerves were always on the edge, and I got into arguments easily, fighting and pushing everyone away because of my destructive behavior... because I wasn’t able to deal with the pain inside me, with my
“Good morning, Miss O’Neil.” An employee greets me with a smile as soon as she notices me approaching. Her bright, expectant eyes are unlike any other welcome I’ve imagined receiving throughout my work at the company. I’m used to people keeping a distance, restricting their words only to the politeness required for the job, nothing more. However, this is the fourth time someone has greeted me in this way today.That makes me really feel the impact of Laura’s resignation, of the exposure of her true self. Somehow, it seems that people can see through all her lies now, just like a spell being undone, making everyone try so hard to make up for their faults, probably to correct their cold behavior and misconceptions with smiles and sweet words. Everyone’s attitude has changed towards me, but I don’t feel really good about it because I’m still the same person, acting the same way... I’m still acting like nothing happe