What is she doing here ?
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What is she doing here?
Ryder Pov.
“ You are hurting me !!!” The blonde slut below me groans and cries out but in vain .
I thrust into her more and more with every cry that she gives out, each thrust getting more powerful than the former.
I feel angry knowing that it is not the woman I want to be under me who is actually under me. It is some random desperate woman who practically begged me to f**k her and that is exactly what I did.
I continue to thurst into at a feeling that my oragsm is nearing. This prompts me to pump into her with so much energy. My other hand moves grabbing her hair and pulling it so hard that she moans out in pain this time. As I use the other hand to continuously hit her ass to the extent that it becomes reddish.
I continue with the same process until she cries out reaching her climax and my oragsm follows soon. I continue to thurst into her even when she cries out that she is too sensitive to take it any more as I ride my orgasm.
We both fell on the bed so tired from our exercise.
**
This is how my days have been for the last couple of weeks. I have grown a tendency of f*****g any woman that I come across. It is not because I love to but I have a feeling that drives me to do so . A feeling of guilt that I can't even manage to control any more.
It is too much shame. I can't even think about how everything moves so fast without me even realising but the truth is I love my mother. I f*****g love my mother to an extent that I even kissed him the other day at school.
I Know many of you will be blaming me and saying all sorts of names but it is okay. Continue to say those names that you want. This feeling is so strong and so hard for me to control.
Kissing my mom and trying to do much more didn't just come out of the blue,I have always wanted to do that for some time. This is the reason why I resorted to sleeping with all kinds of women so that I can at least forget about her.
From the moment that happened,I was so afraid of meeting her. I don't know any single word that I am to say to her. I have found my consolidation in f*****g all kinds of women who are ready to bend for me.
All that playing in my mind, my phone suddenly rings. I don't even need to look at it to know who the caller is . I automatically know that it is mother calling. My heart hurts by the fact that I am seeing it and yet at the same time not having the guts to pick it up.
I always thought that everything would be so easy after making the first step . However, it is like the first step just caused me to end in exile. Self exile that I myself put into and yet I am so afraid to get out of it .
The phone finally stops ringing and my heart relaxes a little. However after a few minutes, my phone begins to ring once again. It is mom who is calling once again. I act just like the way I acted with the first one.
The rolling of the body and throwing a hand on my thigh is what reminds me that I have company in my bed.
“ s**t!! Damn it !.". I hate this. I curse out throwing the hand away from me to the other side .
The sleeping woman beside me groans a bit but doesn't wake up. I look at her closely as she sleeps peacefully . She has.a nerve. I thought this would end the moment I finished to f**k her. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize until she had slept.
I now contemplate about whether to wake her up or leave the woman to sleep peacefully since I f****d her for more than two hours .
I get you and head towards the bathroom to have a quick shower . I have got a perfect plan . I hardly take five minutes in the shower . By the time I get back to the bedroom, the woman is still fully asleep.
I get dressed and get my phone exiting the hotel room . We argreed on s*x and that is finished . I don't think we have any business going in between us.
I decided to join the gang which is probably in one of our favorite bar spots.
**
That is how one of my many nights is spent. During the day, I try as much as possible to concentrate in class and then I use the rest of the night to drown myself into women and alcohol. It is in any way trying to work out the forbidden attraction that I have towards my mother.
Due to how “ hectic” the previous night was, I ended up having a very strong hangover . However I will have to get to class. There is a test that we have and I have to do it. I can't allow myself to miss it.
By the time I get into class, everybody is excited . I just don't know what is taking place.
“ What is really taking place, everyone seems so happy ?” I ask out of curiosity .
“ The test has been postponed ” One of my classmates informs me. I feel extremely relieved since I was not even prepared in the first place . At Least I will have to do some reading . Amidst all this, I have to make sure I try to wole hard. .
I settle down to read and then a familiar voice at the door startles me making almost back out .
“ Good morning , class.”
What is she doing here ?”
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