chapter 22

(listen to Suho-O2)

Half an hour. 33 minutes to be exact since I dropped the bomb and probably 31 minutes since he tilted his head back to the TV. More minutes keep passing by and he doesn't change a move. Is he confused? Is he happy? Oh My God, wait! Is this the beginning or the end? The one that I created myself?

"That was heartwarming. I think animation will be part of my favourite genre. Everything was just so magical and special. It almost had me cry." I nod, my eyes locked on the TV as if I was watching it. "Should we watch another one?"

Good hell!

"Sure," And ladies and gentlemen, Moana is played.

I use all my energy left to control the movement of my chest which might explode at any time. My eyes are locked on that darn TV, but all I can see are his thoughts, laughing, looking at me in disgust.

'I knew she'd give in,'

'That's the bad thing about playing hard to get,'

'Did she really think I would want a cheap girl like her?'

'She is so easy, no wonder Justin played her like a toy,'

'Baby girl, welcome to another hell,'

No! I can't take this anymore. No matter how much I try to close my eyes and cover my ears, I can still feel his thoughts. This must be exactly what he is thinking. Another toy to play with. Another woman to throw his semen into and simply move on the next day. He isn't a remedy I was secretly expecting.

I get off the floor and storm out of the room. I need air. I need space. But I feel like I won't get them here either since someone without permission storms in.

"What's wrong?" Oh really now.

"Nothing," How about I play along with the stupid little mind game that you invented? asshole!

"You storm out of the room like that and it's nothing?"

"I thought animation is your new favourite genre, how about you watch them all night? And I have a few suggestions for starters. Frozen I & II, barbie's Rock n Royal and Rupanzel, Tangled and..." His hands extend to my slim figure and pull me against his bare chest.

"Did I anger you that much? By not doing what you wanted?" His voice is now low and deep and I feel like I could control the movement of my body when I was angry but now that he is like this, I can't. I can't even get angry. No wonder Justin toyed with me as he wanted.

"Did you really think animation became my new favourite genre simply because I watched one good animation?" His other hand is on my thighs grabbing it like it's the end of the world.

"Mhh, baby girl?" His hand was now on my round figures, understanding why he suggested I wear his big shirt with almost nothing on. The look in his eyes becomes more than savage. Lust and excitement are displayed all over his face as his finger roughly teases me under the white pant and I feel the urge to tighten my legs.

"Oh, God!" I whisper, wrapping my hands around his shoulder before I lose the strength I have left. His hands then angrily tear the sides of my weak pant, making the pulse of my clit higher than the mountain. It was only his hands, but I am already on high. My mind can't think straight now that he's lifted me, my legs hovering around his waist.

He throws me on the bed and hovers me shortly after, landing all angry kisses on my neck before he takes the shirt off of me. My chest was on drugs, seeing the satisfying site of how he licked his lips at the sight of it. Medium-sized round tits that his mouth is going to fuck so hard for the next couple of minutes. I bet.

He locks his lips with mine with his one hand caressing one of my boobs slowly going down my stomach until he finds my clit again.

God! His hand feels so magical. His lips move to my neck and down to my chest.

"sss! aagg!" My mind goes wild when he places a second finger on me. I gasp at that, followed by cries that I try to control so hard as my hand runs through his soft hair.

His lips leave a trail of kisses on my stomach, his hands pinching my nipples with desire. By now wet pussy feels the warmth from his mouth making my eyes widen with excitement at what he is about to do.

His lips are now on my thighs, licking the shit out of them as he keeps going up. I moan as my pussy breathes, clearly hungry and impatiently waiting to be eaten by its owner. My hands automatically run down his hair the moment my desire is met, eating me like the hungry complete man that he is. I moan, I laugh, I cry, I curse, damn this feels so good.

Despite my cries, he doesn't stop. In fact, he gets worse with my legs on his shoulders. In no time, he goes back to my chest. My legs take care of his shorts, the only thing he was wearing. He trails his kisses back to my lips, unknowingly fixing his member inside of me. I gasp at the size. Harder than a rock. A reason I won't be able to walk for the next couple of hours.

From fast to slow to fast to slow paces, he keeps leaving me breathless. He's hard, a little way too much for this matter. With his warm soft body hovering over my slim one, every bit of desire that I tried so hard to suppress is now screaming, wanting him to own them.

There is something about how he fixes me that I can't explain. I feel like a slut, yet cared for. Like he brings all the demons to life and then calms them, putting them in their place and I like it.

"Ahh," He groans, "Tell me woman, whose pussy is this?"

"Yours!" I scream he spanks me,

"I need a proper answer. Whose pussy is this?"

"This... this pussy belongs, oh God!"

"Say it! I'm getting impatient," Gosh, that deep low voice!

"This pussy belongs to you, Daddy," Suddenly, my insides feel tighter. His thrusts are now harder, making me gasp at how big he actually big. I wrap my hands around him while my hands dig into his back. The friction keeps sending electric signals through my whole body, making it shiver while he keeps getting faster.

"Ah, shit. Girl you are tight," He groans, both of us screaming with pleasure and pain. A beautiful memory. In no time, I feel something hot, oily and itchy spill all over inside me. I laugh like crazy. So this is how it feels. Both of us are at the climax almost at the same time, spilling my liquid while he spills his, panting together like crazy, kissing every corner of my face and my chest after one good o hell of what we'd call a fuck.

He continues leaving trails of kisses all over my chest back to my lips, pecking them like they are the most little precious thing in the world, "I love you," He spills between the kisses.

"I love you too," With no hesitation, I say it back.

"I will never hurt you, I promise." He pecks my lips again.

"I know," At least not on purpose. we both go to the shower room and take a shower together. Heartwarming and breathtaking, yet uneasy heartbeats at how fast things have become. I love you has never been an easy word no matter how unserious people take it.

We both go to sleep as how we were born, with only a white clean sheet hovering over us. I lay my head on his hard chest, my favourite pillow and in no time I find myself opening my eyes to another day, around 6 in the morning.

My head keeps spinning, my tummy feels like it could throw back whatever I ate the previous day, feeling the urge to go to the bathroom.

Reaching there, I throw up off the toilet sink. Damn. It's been almost a month since my last night together with that jerk. There is no way, is there? I touch the lower part of my stomach, silently praying as I close my eyes. My hands can feel it.

There is something hard in there. I can feel it. For fuck sake! Something is in here. A small tear falls down my eyes. Justin is about to ruin another dream of my life if this is what I think it is.