Chapter 70: Missing you Slowly

Alan's POV

I slammed the door at her face and stormed out. Since Darius was arrested, her lips haven't stop spewing words to defend him.

I was really pissed off as I can't believe she supports evil. This could be a sign. that he should stay away.

Perhaps, the dream might not be about me but about someone who needs my help.

She just doesn't know what Darius can do to her and she keeps defending him even he hurts her.

Darius is evil and I'm certain about that but why do I feel bad?

I couldn't hear her voice and I knew she must have left to see him, just to cover up the case.

I was trying so hard not to succumb to the thought that was lingering in my mind but what if...

What if he actually killed peris to get me? That's because he wasn't even remorseful.

I was so stupid to forget peris so soon rather than mourning him.

He wouldn't forgive me for forgetting him so easily. We've come a long way. I just don't know how to feel.

Now that I've decided to live, I'd look into peris case again and investigate on who his killer truly was.

Dad was a prime suspect but then Darius might have a hand in it and he should await my rage.

I knew that video would be useful to me someday but I just didn't know it would be a day like this.

I just don't why my heart aches, mostly when he was dragged away by the cops. That nightmare traumatized me and I know it'd come true.

He can't claim me, no! I'd fight for my right.

However, I just wanted to see him. It's day 2. I haven't left my room. I keep staring from my balcony at the gate.

Not even Divya was around and I kept keeping the records of date as though I was the one locked up.

It day 4 and I felt so sick, I haven't heard of Darius. He keeps boasting he'd come out but I doubt if things turns out for him.

I was nervous, I needed to see him, I think I'm dying slowly, everyday without feeling his presence.

Hastily, I washed up for the morning, got dressed and paced towards the door to go out only to find him by the door.

His eyes peering into mind, deep and mesmerizing that I felt goosebumps held me.

"Darius?" I called in a low tone and feeling depressed like to embrace him.

I almost got close when he captured my lips, kissing me fiercely. I threw my arms around his neck, kissing him back, passionately as then I dropped those hands to his shirt ripping it off.

I couldn't control the burst of emotions that riled inside of me. I felt so hot already, kissing him all over his face as his body enveloped me.

I jumped on his, my legs clenched around him as he sucks the skin on my neck and I let out a soft moan.

"I miss you Alan" he whispers and my cheeks flushes red as I fondled his skin.

I wish to confess to him too that I'd got sleepless nights but he captured my lips again, molesting my tongue, and napping every air left in me.

He moved me backward and fell me on the bed as he intended to rip off my clothes too but shit I fucking wanted his lips on me alone.

I pushed him, closer that our body rammed against each other as we moved erotically on the bed, without taking our clothes off.

We were kissing, swallowing our shared breath, exchanging saliva, spitting on our faces and sucking our lips.

It was quite nasty but then I fucking wanted him.

He terminated the kiss, his hand curved over my head and we both breath softly.

"How could you Alan?"

I didn't give him a response as I wanted to fuck him badly just the way he wanted to fuck me too.

I kissed the skin on his chest, quite puzzled that he was letting me have my way which was quite rare for him.

Hastily, I grabbed his waist, unzip his pant and his dick plunge out. The frenzy taste that I missed.

His throbbing cock wanted me. Swiftly and filled with lust, I rolled over him

I pulled myself down, held his dick firmly and he winced. His hands over the back of his head, those sparkling eyes that should have hate for me just stared passionately at me.

Why should I hate him? Did I make a mistake to have let him get locked up?

I stroke his meaty large dick, spit on it and lubricant it with my hands tenderly.

"Impress me pretty boy" he whispers and I giggled, then slowly licked the tip of his dick.

I'd drink freely of his cum because I missed it. I licked his scrotum bags and he suck his breath.

I loved how he stared at me, with so much care and just doesn't mind if I hurt him.

He chuckled as I sucked it like the bitch he fucking me be. I drew my lips slowly and then fast as his dick bangs my throat.

Then I heard him groan and chuckle the hard I suckle him, I draped his hands side by side for him not to touch me.

I enjoyed sucking his dick and hearing him moan, when he attempted to sit upright, I pushed him to fall back, his thighs clench my face and I muffled in his mouth.

Then I tasted his cum which pumps inside my mouth after a minute and having suck his dick.

My heart thuds as vein throbs around my neck. Then I pulled out my mouth and crawl probably on him.

I held his cum in my mouth, wanting him to have a taste like me. I part his lips slowly, and it was so emotional, passionate and affectionate that tears flow out from my eyes.

His arms were around my waist as he pushed me down, having to taste his cum.

He terminated the kiss, his eyes staring at mine. I ended up weeping and sniffing, my tears pouring on his face.

He shush me with that flirty smile of his, his thumb wiping out my tears.

"Take me out, Alan"