Her hazel-green eyes fluttered open, and Ayesha immediately sat up and turned to look at the side of her bed that was empty.
It broke her heart and suffocated her.
She inadvertently looked down and stared at the pyjamas she was wearing, and then vacantly stared at her lap.
He was there with her, for hours, sleeping right next to her, yet he did not touch her.
It had been the case for the past few months. He rarely visited her, and whenever he did, he would just honestly sleep by her side, not showing any interest in touching her. Just a peck now and then, and that too when others were around. In private, he would not even kiss her lips.
She did not know what went wrong and why he was behaving like that. He was like a lustful man who fucked her without a care for the first couple of months. She remembered feeling sore for days whenever he unleashed his wild side on her, but now, it felt as if he was tired of her, and only visited her because he pitied her.
At first, she had been very grateful that he was not touching her and had started to respect her personal space, not forcing her to do all those shameful things for him. But now, she was at loss. And she terribly missed the taste of his essence and the heat of his body.
She had spent nights shedding tears at the unbearable ache deep inside of her, the lust she could not satiate ever after self-pleasing herself like she used to do ever since she had reached adolescence. She wanted him, craved for him, and now, she felt so weak and helpless.
Ayesha angrily raised her head when the door of the dressing room opened, and watched Keith step out of it, having changed into a suit.
He was leaving again without touching her!
"Good Afternoon!" He brightly smiled at her and then walked up to her, planting a kiss on her head. And then, he reached for his cell phone on the side table, preparing to leave the room.
However, this time, Ayesha grabbed his hand, and when he turned to look at her, he found her glaring daggers at him.
"Yes?" He confusedly raised his brow and asked.
"Why do you not fuck me anymore?" She crudely asked, looking right into his eyes, and then broke out in a depreciating smile. "Tired of me, right? Why do you even keep me in this place!! You come here..." And then she lost it all.
For the next few minutes, Keith silently listened to her hysterical curses and then watched her break out into tears.
Even though she asked him several times to leave her, and let her go, she subconsciously held onto his hand, and it only tightened every time she yelled at him to go away.
"Are you okay?" He playfully asked when she stopped cursing him and calmed down a little.
"No, I am not okay!!!" She shouted at him, and then gritted her teeth when she heard him break out into full blown laughter.
Keith managed to compose himself after a while and then sat down on the bed, placing his free hand on top of hers.
"What are you even mad about?" He asked. "You are the one who did not want to be touched. And so, I just listened to what you wanted." He shrugged.
Ayesha disappointedly let go of his hand after she heard his words and lowered her head. It ached her heart, and she felt her eyes getting warmer.
He sighed when he watched her behave that way.
"What do you want, Ayesha?" He straightforwardly asked.
"I want you to go." She simply said, and her heart slowed down, nearly stopped, when he just stood up and turned around to walk out of her room.
She dumbly stared door that was left open behind him, and then she instinctively shot up on her feet and chased after him.
"Heh... You are not even sure what you want, silly girl!" He playfully smiled when she caught up to him in the living room and grabbed his arm.
Ayesha stepped forward and pressed her forehead against his shoulder, hugging his arm as she started sobbing.
"You know, I am not really interested in touching women who do not want me." He shrugged. "It's just boring to me."
"So, I am boring..." She mockingly laughed at her fate, feeling a little dizzy.
"Are you?" He chuckled. "The way I see it, you really yearn for my touch." He pulled her in his arms and grabbed onto her ass, painfully clawing it, making her body tremble.
His action also sobered her up a little.
"Then why would you not fuck me?!" She loudly asked, keeping her head lowered.
"I wanted to see how long you could tolerate it." He truthfully said and smiled when she raised her head and glared at him. "I am not a good man, silly girl. Sometimes, I can't help but tease my precious dolls." He whispered before he leaned in a sipped a kiss off her lips. "So, do you want me to fuck you right now?"
Despite the rage that was bubbling up in her veins, she suppressed the urge to slap him right across his face for being so cruel to her. And then she pulled him into a passionate kiss, answering his question.
Ayesha dropped down to her knees on her own accord, and then deftly unbuckled his pants before pulling them down.
Keith grunted in pleasure when she took him inside her mouth, eagerly getting him ready to fuck her like she wanted him to. She was so much better at it than the first time he had made her do it.
He took off his jacket and his shirt, placing them on the sofa, and then he grabbed onto her hair, pulling her up on her feet.
It was not her mouth that he wanted around his hardness.
He turned her around, pushed her down over the backrest of the sofa, making her plump ass rise invitingly, and then he got between her legs.
He used his feet to spread her legs, and then clawed onto her ass-cheeks, spreading them to bare her flowers.
Ayesha moaned when she felt his glans rub against her lower lips, and then gratifyingly groaned in pain and pleasure when he plunged into her in one hard thrust, making her feel stuffed and fulfilled.
"I missed you..." She heard him devilishly whisper before he recklessly started ravaging her.
Loud slaps echoed in the living room, layered with wanton moans of a woman who had completely lost herself to her carnal desires.
It had only been a few months, but she behaved as if she had waited an eternity for him to fuck her again.
She was a remarkable lover, something Keith felt could never bore him in the bed even if they did not hold love for each other in their hearts.
It just felt so good to be inside of her that he loved letting himself loose onto her, not caring if he was too rough or left marks on her beautiful skin.
He kept mounting her even after she jumped off orgasm after orgasm, and bore the urge to paint her insides with his essence, prolonging her blissful torture and his pleasure.
"No..." Ayesha desperately called out when he pulled out of her without unleashing his warmth inside her womb. "No!"
The ache she felt was too much for her, and she immediately tried to stand up, almost falling because her legs were that weak. But to the peace of her heart, he hugged her and picked her up, taking her inside the bedroom.
"Come!" She invitingly opened her arms to him, spreading her legs wide as soon as he laid her down, and Keith accepted her invitation.
He watched and heard her moan in delight when he entered her again, and then picked up a rhythm that she eagerly replied to, thrusting her hips up to meet his thrusts.
"Good girl..." He planted a kiss on her forehead when she screamed again after hitting an orgasm. "You know, you don't have to keep it inside of you." He playfully whispered. "I will fuck you whenever you want me, but that is if you ask me nicely. Understood?"
Ayesha subconsciously nodded her head and wrapped her legs around him, burying her face in his neck as she moaned there, trying to rouse him to fuck her harder.
She screamed when he complied with her intentions, hurting her as he hammered his glans onto her cervix, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through her body.
And when he nearly broke into her womb and finally erupted inside of her, she let out the wildest and most wanton scream he had ever heard.
"More..." She had no strength in her body left, but she still asked for more as she knew he was not yet tired.
"No." He kissed her nose and separated from inside of her. "Rest now. I am already late for the office."
His words reminded her about how important this day was for him. And her eyes widened in realisation and they shot towards the clock.
"Sorry..."
"Sshh!" He smiled and cut her off. "It's okay. Rest now!" He seriously said as he walked back inside the dressing room to take another shower and change into a new suit.
Tonight, Alana Storm was going to hold her first concert in Sameran City. And tonight, Memoir by the Black Forest Group was going live.
It was an important day in the history of the world.
FateDevilAce Enjoy, Perverts!
Her hazel-green eyes fluttered open, and Ayesha immediately sat up and turned to look at the side of her bed that was empty.
It broke her heart and suffocated her.
She inadvertently looked down and stared at the pyjamas she was wearing, and then vacantly stared at her lap.
He was there with her, for hours, sleeping right next to her, yet he did not touch her.
It had been the case for the past few months. He rarely visited her, and whenever he did, he would just honestly sleep by her side, not showing any interest in touching her. Just a peck now and then, and that too when others were around. In private, he would not even kiss her lips.
She did not know what went wrong and why he was behaving like that. He was like a lustful man who fucked her without a care for the first couple of months. She remembered feeling sore for days whenever he unleashed his wild side on her, but now, it felt as if he was tired of her, and only visited her because he pitied her.
At first, she had been very grateful that he was not touching her and had started to respect her personal space, not forcing her to do all those shameful things for him. But now, she was at loss. And she terribly missed the taste of his essence and the heat of his body.
She had spent nights shedding tears at the unbearable ache deep inside of her, the lust she could not satiate ever after self-pleasing herself like she used to do ever since she had reached adolescence. She wanted him, craved for him, and now, she felt so weak and helpless.
Ayesha angrily raised her head when the door of the dressing room opened, and watched Keith step out of it, having changed into a suit.
He was leaving again without touching her!
"Good Afternoon!" He brightly smiled at her and then walked up to her, planting a kiss on her head. And then, he reached for his cell phone on the side table, preparing to leave the room.
However, this time, Ayesha grabbed his hand, and when he turned to look at her, he found her glaring daggers at him.
"Yes?" He confusedly raised his brow and asked.
"Why do you not fuck me anymore?" She crudely asked, looking right into his eyes, and then broke out in a depreciating smile. "Tired of me, right? Why do you even keep me in this place!! You come here..." And then she lost it all.
For the next few minutes, Keith silently listened to her hysterical curses and then watched her break out into tears.
Even though she asked him several times to leave her, and let her go, she subconsciously held onto his hand, and it only tightened every time she yelled at him to go away.
"Are you okay?" He playfully asked when she stopped cursing him and calmed down a little.
"No, I am not okay!!!" She shouted at him, and then gritted her teeth when she heard him break out into full blown laughter.
Keith managed to compose himself after a while and then sat down on the bed, placing his free hand on top of hers.
"What are you even mad about?" He asked. "You are the one who did not want to be touched. And so, I just listened to what you wanted." He shrugged.
Ayesha disappointedly let go of his hand after she heard his words and lowered her head. It ached her heart, and she felt her eyes getting warmer.
He sighed when he watched her behave that way.
"What do you want, Ayesha?" He straightforwardly asked.
"I want you to go." She simply said, and her heart slowed down, nearly stopped, when he just stood up and turned around to walk out of her room.
She dumbly stared door that was left open behind him, and then she instinctively shot up on her feet and chased after him.
"Heh... You are not even sure what you want, silly girl!" He playfully smiled when she caught up to him in the living room and grabbed his arm.
Ayesha stepped forward and pressed her forehead against his shoulder, hugging his arm as she started sobbing.
"You know, I am not really interested in touching women who do not want me." He shrugged. "It's just boring to me."
"So, I am boring..." She mockingly laughed at her fate, feeling a little dizzy.
"Are you?" He chuckled. "The way I see it, you really yearn for my touch." He pulled her in his arms and grabbed onto her ass, painfully clawing it, making her body tremble.
His action also sobered her up a little.
"Then why would you not fuck me?!" She loudly asked, keeping her head lowered.
"I wanted to see how long you could tolerate it." He truthfully said and smiled when she raised her head and glared at him. "I am not a good man, silly girl. Sometimes, I can't help but tease my precious dolls." He whispered before he leaned in a sipped a kiss off her lips. "So, do you want me to fuck you right now?"
Despite the rage that was bubbling up in her veins, she suppressed the urge to slap him right across his face for being so cruel to her. And then she pulled him into a passionate kiss, answering his question.
Ayesha dropped down to her knees on her own accord, and then deftly unbuckled his pants before pulling them down.
Keith grunted in pleasure when she took him inside her mouth, eagerly getting him ready to fuck her like she wanted him to. She was so much better at it than the first time he had made her do it.
He took off his jacket and his shirt, placing them on the sofa, and then he grabbed onto her hair, pulling her up on her feet.
It was not her mouth that he wanted around his hardness.
He turned her around, pushed her down over the backrest of the sofa, making her plump ass rise invitingly, and then he got between her legs.
He used his feet to spread her legs, and then clawed onto her ass-cheeks, spreading them to bare her flowers.
Ayesha moaned when she felt his glans rub against her lower lips, and then gratifyingly groaned in pain and pleasure when he plunged into her in one hard thrust, making her feel stuffed and fulfilled.
"I missed you..." She heard him devilishly whisper before he recklessly started ravaging her.
Loud slaps echoed in the living room, layered with wanton moans of a woman who had completely lost herself to her carnal desires.
It had only been a few months, but she behaved as if she had waited an eternity for him to fuck her again.
She was a remarkable lover, something Keith felt could never bore him in the bed even if they did not hold love for each other in their hearts.
It just felt so good to be inside of her that he loved letting himself loose onto her, not caring if he was too rough or left marks on her beautiful skin.
He kept mounting her even after she jumped off orgasm after orgasm, and bore the urge to paint her insides with his essence, prolonging her blissful torture and his pleasure.
"No..." Ayesha desperately called out when he pulled out of her without unleashing his warmth inside her womb. "No!"
The ache she felt was too much for her, and she immediately tried to stand up, almost falling because her legs were that weak. But to the peace of her heart, he hugged her and picked her up, taking her inside the bedroom.
"Come!" She invitingly opened her arms to him, spreading her legs wide as soon as he laid her down, and Keith accepted her invitation.
He watched and heard her moan in delight when he entered her again, and then picked up a rhythm that she eagerly replied to, thrusting her hips up to meet his thrusts.
"Good girl..." He planted a kiss on her forehead when she screamed again after hitting an orgasm. "You know, you don't have to keep it inside of you." He playfully whispered. "I will fuck you whenever you want me, but that is if you ask me nicely. Understood?"
Ayesha subconsciously nodded her head and wrapped her legs around him, burying her face in his neck as she moaned there, trying to rouse him to fuck her harder.
She screamed when he complied with her intentions, hurting her as he hammered his glans onto her cervix, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through her body.
And when he nearly broke into her womb and finally erupted inside of her, she let out the wildest and most wanton scream he had ever heard.
"More..." She had no strength in her body left, but she still asked for more as she knew he was not yet tired.
"No." He kissed her nose and separated from inside of her. "Rest now. I am already late for the office."
His words reminded her about how important this day was for him. And her eyes widened in realisation and they shot towards the clock.
"Sorry..."
"Sshh!" He smiled and cut her off. "It's okay. Rest now!" He seriously said as he walked back inside the dressing room to take another shower and change into a new suit.
Tonight, Alana Storm was going to hold her first concert in Sameran City. And tonight, Memoir by the Black Forest Group was going live.
It was an important day in the history of the world.
FateDevilAce Enjoy, Perverts!
