LOVE STRIVE

Chapter 7

After listening to Jessica s ugly story of molestation and r**e, it was enough to establish that there are lots of dark figures or unrecorded crimes in our police statistics. Especially s****l crimes associated with family, relatives and close friends. How would a matron cover up such magnitude sin perpetrated by her husband? Why would they sweep it under the carpet because they are trying to protect the title "clergy"? 'Indeed the world is truly evil' Maxwell wrestled with his thoughts and conscience.

He hugged her passionately and consoled her. She cried till she had tears-drought, he could feel how exhausted she was crying without a drop of tears coming out. He was happy when she was able to speak again because he felt this will contribute immensely to part of her healing process. He had to enroll her in a psychotherapist to help fight the trauma.

One fateful evening, Maxwell and Jessica decided to prepare a meal in the kitchen. While she was cooking, he helped in picking up ingredients and cutting some vegetables. It was really interesting and romantic to them. 'Love is sweet only when you are with the right person' Maxwell thought.

Few minutes later, a call came in from Maxwell's phone, who had been struggling for a comeback but he had made up his mind to move on with Jessica.

He picked up the call and after about few minutes, he noticed Jessica's facial expression and he already knew she was getting jealous.

He hung up the call and moved closer to her to clarify things and make her understand that he was done with his ex. Before he could utter a word, she pounced on him in an aggressive manner. He tried to hold himself but she was ready for a big fight. He decided to leave but his amateur athlete girlfriend ran towards the door and locked it. It got really tough but Maxwell never wanted to hurt her so he yelled at her, but she got more aggressive that he almost thought she was possessed.

For safety, he held her two hands and threw her to the wall and she fell. Maxwell was struck with fear that he had murdered his girlfriend. He moved closer to her to himself to be sure she had no dislocation or injuries. He cuddled her and pleaded with tears.

Finally, she regained consciousness. His heart raced when she sneezed and thank God for saving him. He looked down and saw that she was holding his manhood and he remembered an adage that says "no matter the quarrel between a man's manhood and a mosquito or fly that perch on it, there is always an amicable way to drive it away".

His heart raced as he prayed in his mind that she doesn't squeeze or manhandle his p***s. But he was shocked at what she was doing, she it and moaned softly.

She pulled it out in no time and began to suck it. 'Should this be fun' he thought to himself. In the midst of this mixed feelings his manhood stretched as she massaged it and sucked it. Suddenly she stood up and was ready for penetration.

She screamed at the top of her voice which gave him the impression that she was having fun.

After few minutes of thrusting into her, he perceived the smell of something burning. "Hold on babe, the food is burning" he said to her.

They quickly rushed to putt off the gas but the pot was burnt already.

"Don't worry babe eat me first, I will make you something else to add to it" she said pointing to her v****a and kissed him.

'Hope I won't get addicted to this' Maxwell thought as he made love to her again.

~ID