All Chapters of Voluptuous Desire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"And are you really a photographer? " asked Jackie, frowning at Hazz. She supported the fork on the plate, while evaluating it as far as her eyes allowed. "I really need some professional photos for my partner's new catalog. Would you accept the job?"I'm not a photographer, I'm an assistant," explained Hazz who, to his merit, did not blush. I watched him, hoping that he would give me any sign that I was no longer comfortable with my sisters and that we could leave before things got complicated. We had something important to do that night, just the two of us, and I wouldn't want to know that my sisters listened to everything from their rooms. Hazz watched me back, as if he had listened to my thoughts, and I innocently drank from my glass. " But I took some pictures of Jessy, because my superior had had an accident. I mean, he said he suffered, but it was a lie.”" But if you have a good camera in hand, will you know what to do with it? " asked Janine, arching her eyebrows. Hazz nodded

Nothing could be time-consuming, no matter how much she liked it. To my credit, I was always willing to surprise her with my stubbornness, so I took even longer. I heard the mattress moaning when Jessy planted her feet on it, slightly raising her hip, seeking any friction between our skins, trying to rub herself. Even if she was able to give some shakes that stirred my already hard cock, I prevented her from continuing to move, practically trapping her in bed, my cock rubbing against her groin.I had the impression that Jessy did not always realize that I was much bigger than her, even if her voluminous body gave her some hope of being more than thirty centimeters smaller than me. There was still the fact that my bones were naturally large, that riding a bicycle for years strengthened my thighs, and that my arms were not thin at all after years of working in the garden. She was still too small for me, too easy to be contained, and it was in those rare moments when I put myself on her

The next day, after the approval and discreet blessings of the family matriarch, I felt less shocked to be in a house with six totally crazy women. It was still very early. A few hours after dawn, in fact.And that snowy and cold weather didn't give any incentive for walks or anything other than sticking under blankets and watching some movie about Christmas. Jessy was still sleeping, she would only go to her photo shoot after lunch, so we would have the whole afternoon free.During the night, from what her mother had been, they would have an important dinner with some sponsor of her daughters, and she invited me to go. I couldn't deny it. I was embraced by that family so spontaneously, even without yet making any commitment to Jessy, who would never refuse me to do anything.However, as I crawled out of the room where Jessy rested, I was abruptly pushed against the wall and Joana ran by. She wore a silk robe on top of a long sweater, and fired in search of someone who was already down

The employees ended up managing to prevent me from assaulting my sisters seriously, because they disturbed my sleep with that noise from hell, but while I was still hitting them, I noticed that Hazz was watching a newspaper. It was no big deal that he was doing that, but when he turned to me, I noticed it in the image on the first page and froze. Janine and Joana were dragged from the kitchen to the living room, and all the commotion of employees was over. Some still remained, but I waved to leave me alone with Hazz. None of my sisters or mothers returned when the kitchen doors were closed and we were alone."What is that? "He asked, raising the photo in the newspaper. I shrugged, quiet. I didn't know what to say. I had the impression that my eyes were wide, but I tried to stay very neutral. "Jessy, are you going out with someone else?”"No," I said in a tone of laughter.“So what’s going on?”"Ah, Hazz, no drama.”I took a step forward, wanting to take the newspaper out of his hands,

A week has passed since I almost broke up with Jessy Jones.A week when I returned home, after a trip that had everything to be unforgettable, and even became, due to my heart in ruins. A week in which I ignored social networks and pretended not to see any Outdoor that stamped Jessy's face. A week when I worked at the nightclub to the point of exhaustion, without sleep, without almost eating. A week when not even the best of hobbies took me out of that end-of-day torpor.It shouldn't hurt as much as it did. She didn't even like me. I shouldn't even like her. It had been all for sex. All flirtations, all laughter, all traumatic revelations. Everything was just for that moment of pleasure that we only got with each other. I shouldn't feel so bad knowing that I would never see her again.That had to be a relief. The woman humiliated me in every way she could. It made me feel like less than nothing. Why would I be rummising over the fact that we weren't together? While I became even more