Chapter 80

Megan's Point of View

“Why is it so big?” I lift and lower my hand to his cock, as though overwhelmed by it. I fap it as if I'm gauging his size. He was looking at me and biting his lower lip as I raised my head. “I was unaware that Rayleigh's erotic face would give me wetness,” I explained as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. I returned my focus to the cock, which was now emitting a colorless liquid.

“Megan, stop touching it, or I will cum.” he said, pressing his two elbows into the bed and biting his lip. He was so irritated that he looked up at the ceiling.

I looked at his dick. It's twitching. The question mark almost came out of my head to ask him why it was arising. I stopped moving and licked his balls toward the tip. I was especially uncomfortable holding his meat when I started sucking it.

“Mmmm.” my mouth became numb as soon as I opened it too wide. His cock was so large that it barely fit in my mouth. I suck it even more like it's a candy I just tasted because I'm not certain how the sweetness came to me.

Rayleigh placed his hand on my cheek, allowing me to withdraw the thing from my lips. I'll simply name him Rayleigh since I don't know what else to call him; we almost devoured the entire night and consumed the loud squeaks of the bed, but I'm not sure whether Rayleigh is what I see nowhere in front of me. I just let him touch my face before pushing and pulling my face to his cock. It's as though he's thrusting at me.

“Ahh…!” Megan… Wait. " When he tried to elevate my head, I lifted my face and yanked his dick out of my mouth.

“Hmm?” I was going to inquire what was wrong when something sticky got into my eyes and cheeks. Others gravitated to the side of my lip, so I licked it. Something inside me is quivering as a result of what happened. My vaginal hole is itching on the inside. I quickly dropped to the floor again to relieve the itching. I ate the leftover semen on my face with my fingertips.

“It tasted so exquisite.”

He jumped when I stated that, and he seemed worried. He leaned forward and touched my face. He removed the others off my face that I could no longer feel. "It got all over your face,” he says, still removing it while I lick my fingertips.

It felt like if I was eating french fries and the cheese powder had been left on them, forcing me to suck on them to drain the connected stuff.

I gripped his neck and kissed him as he moved his face closer to mine. He opened his lips promptly, so I inserted my tongue and transferred the semen I had consumed previously to him. I crack a grin.

“It's delicious and sweet, right?”

He shuts his eyes for a long period before opening them. My hand was pushed to the floor as if I were a child waiting for his response. He took my hand in his and rose to his feet. When I stood up, he forced me to sit on his lap. I looked down at the floor because I had a sense there was some liquid left on it. I'm still tingling inside, and I want to scratch it with my finger inserted inside, but I can't since I'm currently seated on his lap. My hand was curled around the back of his neck. When I returned my sight to him, I noticed that he was also staring at me intently. It appears that a bullet has entered my eye.

“What if you can be picked up outside by someone else? Oh my goodness! You're driving me insane!” He rolled his eyes like a lady. Because I believe he's so cute, I took his two cheeks and pinch them. Seriously! Why is he so adorable?

“I hope I always see this Rayleigh,” I said as I held him and felt sad. As I spoke, my cheek rested on his shoulder. “Because he's always fighting with me.”

When I started it to him, I drew my body away from him again. I knelt, and his legs were in the center of my legs. We both gazed at my p*ssy ready as he groped my ass. He carefully inserted it. But as the tip of his cock penetrated, he came to a halt.

“No, not yet. You should prepare.” When he said that, he inserted one finger. He passed it behind me. “You are wet. You are turned on by giving me a blowjob.” His earlier hands that had groped my ass are now slowly entering my p*ssy. I put my forehead on his shoulder.

“Unghhh ….! Hmmmm … ” I couldn't help but let out moans because this was the first time a man had done this to me. “Yeah … right there.” I couldn’t help but tell him that because that was the part that was itching earlier. He thrust deep using his fingers.

“Ughhh.” I whimpered, tightening my grip on him as he struck on my G-spot. I know G-spot is the name since I frequently hear it from my pals. I couldn't stop cumming as he pressed harder there.

“Did you cum already?” When he took his finger away from me, I knew my liquid had gone there.

My head trembled. “No, not yet.” I'd tell him since I needed something more. "Please don't give me your fingers. Put something bigger there. “ I still held him, but this time I put my face on his. I began grinding my p*ssy on his cock.

I snatched his cock and stuffed it into my hole. My fingers went all the way into his neck as I placed it in slowly. It felt like something was ripping through my gut. I felt as though I had just had surgery and didn't want to move because the wound was opening up.

“See, I told you,” he said as he kissed my eyes, which were already welling up. “Should I stop?” he murmured, but I shook violently and again. We're already here, so why should I stop? I'll just do the repentance tomorrow.

“No.”

“Okay, tell me if you want me to move.” He kissed my lips and even though he said that, I moved my body up and the pain disappeared a bit because of his kiss on me. It took us a while and the pain finally disappeared and was replaced by a pleasurable feeling. My previously torn p*ssy has been replaced by body heat.

I no longer know what happened next. All I know is that we've done that a few times.

The stranger — Rayleigh's image — captured my virginity. Because of the alcohol, I have no recollection of when we ended up and how we did these things.

***

I woke up as if ten people had beaten my body, my head was cracking in pain and I felt my whole body was sticky. I was about to get up, but I couldn't because of the heavy arm around me. I raised an eyebrow because I can’t remember how I got here. I could not see who the man was because he was lying on his back and his face was facing the other side.

I was about to get up, but I stopped moving because I felt pain under my stomach. I sat up straight and my eyes widened. Because the alcohol earlier didn’t sink into me why was there a man lying next to me. I removed his arm and then opened the blanket that covered me. I was held in my mouth by the confirmation I was naked. I was ready to fight the man, but my hand was left in the air when Rayleigh's peaceful face me. He moved but still did not open his eyes.

Am I not dreaming? I wish I could think of everything, but my head only hurts more when my brain is forced to think. I don't know if I'll be happy or if I should be hurt but in the end, I chose to be happy because it just means we have a chance, but I'm sad every time I think he took advantage of my drunkenness. I was ready to wake him up, but a phone rang on the side table of this hotel. That's unclear to me because my phone is always muted.

I reached for it even though I knew he would get angry, but I wanted to run and leave as soon as I read the message for him.

“Where are you, babe?” That is the message content.

Even though my body hurt, even though it was as if my vagina hole had been stabbed, I didn't waste time standing up. I almost crawled just to get the clothes on the floor, but I didn't make a noise that might have been a reason for him to wake up. By the grace of God, it didn't take me a few more minutes before I could finally get out of the hotel. Now that I know the answer, I don't have to dig into the rough sand the things I want to avoid hearing because now it's obvious to my eyes.

I immediately hailed a taxi. I want to tell Thea a story, but I know she also has numerous problems, so I just avoid it no matter how much I like it. Once in the taxi, I cried over what I had read. I forgot that in my brain. I'll just ask daddy if what he says about us leaving the country is true, and I'll stay there first.

I held on tightly to my bag, thankfully, and I didn’t lose it last night. While in the taxi, I heard the vibration of the mobile phone in my bag. I had no plans to answer that but since the call was repeated, I took it out of my bag, but I wanted to return it to see who the caller was. I answered the call, but I did not speak.

“Where are you? Why didn't you tell me you were coming out— ” I didn't finish what he was saying and then turned off the call. I immediately searched for the block button. When I did that, I put the phone back in my bag. I didn't have to prove anything to him, I did everything I could to make him like me.

I will forget about him —of course, my feelings too.

Thea's Point of View

“Daddy!” Cray exclaims after correctly pronouncing his father's name. We emulated what he did because he applauded.

We're in the kitchen now, and the two of them are sitting at the table, waiting for me to prepare. Craig and everything went fine after what transpired between the two of us.

This formerly dead dwelling has resounded. I haven't been able to speak with Rayleigh or the investigator, he claims since I've been preoccupied at home. Craig isn't leaving, so I'm simply waiting for him to show up to his appointments before I go.

“Aren't you still going to your office today? Your father may be angry.” I transfer the pancake I cooked to the plate and sprinkle it with powdered sugar. I put it in front of Cray first and then Craig. I smiled looking at them because they were excited to eat that.

Craig shook his head at me, frowning. I was filled with laughter as Cray mimicked his reaction. Who wouldn't think that they are father and son? But I also quickly got serious because I was worried about him. Felicity might get even angrier with him and stop helping him.

“What if Felicity doesn't give you help because of what you did?” I cringed because it seemed like I was bringing him trouble again. I should just avoid the problem that could happen, especially since Craig and I have a tilted relationship. It's not like before that we can be seen in public because now he can see in public that he has another fiancé.

“Don't worry about what she thinks, the important thing is that I can save myself.

Only mommy wants her help, but if it's just me and daddy, we can do it. It can be a long process, but it can be done. We just really gave mommy what she wanted.” When I heard that his mommy was included in the story, I had an inexplicable feeling. There seems to be something wrong, but I don’t know what it is. Because I wanted to avoid hurting Craig's feelings, I just shrugged it off.

He said he was not leaving but when noon came, he also said goodbye, so Cray and I were the only two left in the house. I used that chance to talk to the investigator. We prepare it right away and made sure the earring was in my bag. I talked to Rayleigh and said I would just talk to the investigator at their house.

***

“I seem to know whose earring it is. I just can't remember who.” The earring was raised in the light, and he looked at it carefully and wondered who the owner was. He even scratched his head when he couldn't remember who it was.

Megan snatched the handkerchief from him with only the earring, then handed it to the investigator. “Don't let my husband hold that, and he might just lose it.” There was teasing in her voice.

When the investigator picked it up, Megan and I were both surprised when Rayleigh suddenly jumped.

“I think I saw Aunt Lily wearing that.”

Suddenly, my eyes widened.