Olivia Cyrus: My Home, Kartoniert / Broschiert

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He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to". "Please don't leave me alone" I begged him. "I have no friends beside you" he sighed as he turned to look at me. "My sweet sugar, I have no choice. I need to create a future for both of us, so I need to leave" he says as his palm rests on my cheek and it softly caress it. When his palm left my cheek, I whimpered as a tear feel out. "I will be back. I promise. And you are never alone" and I nod at him. He gives me a big hug and I melt in it. And with that he left for some place in the world taking the heart of a 12-year-old girl.

After 9 years. "Oh, hell no" I claimed as I keep the book in the shelf. "C'mon Iris" I rolled my eyes as I walk over to the counter and go behind it. "You have zero sex life, at least get a vibrator or dildo" I groaned as I bang my head in embarrassment. "Nicole.... You know I am scared to have... you know... those penetrative things in me, what if something happens? I cannot go to my mom and definitely not the hospital" I try to reason with her as I sit down. She keeps her hands on the counter, "So get the non-penetrative one" "Urgh" I groan again. "You live alone. Moan as much as you want" "Nicole!" I say as I look here and there to see if someone had heard her or not.