Forbidden Craving

The Humiliation

The Humiliation

Lulu's POV

That very same evening I couldn’t take it anymore. Mia had already left for her trip, and the house felt too quiet. My p***y had been aching nonstop since that smile Jax gave me, not to talk about the amazingdick I ssaw dangling inbetween his thighs.

I have been fantasising him insidevof me, telling me good he feels inside my tight p***y hole. After a long wait for him to come meet me and f**k the living s**t out of me that he never shouwex up, i decided that must meet him then.

I told myself I was just going to “check on the project,” but really I was hoping he would finally look at me the way he looks at all those other girls.

To be sincere, I don't seem to understand why he is acting weird around me. Everyone knows he f***s any girl, bothe the slim, fat, fair, slim, even the ugly girls, he literally has no spec. And that was why I had always hated him before now. Now, the guy I thought has no spec might have all girls as his spec, except for me.

Or, he could be acting like this because 9f the pactvi had with Mia his sister. Did Mia tell him about the pact? Maybe she did because he made it clear to me this morning when I saw his d**k that I was his sister’s friend.

I ignored all the thoughts or any idea that would discourage me, and I crept down the hallway toward his room, and I did tjis with a pounding heart and slippery thighs. The door was slightly open when I got there, something I saw as an advantage to me. But before I even knocked, I heard it. I heard this annoying, sweet, broken moan that turned into a desperate cry. “Oh god… Jax… it’s too deep…”

At first a sharp pang of jealousy hit me. How could he do this? I have been in here for hours, just there in the room weting my pants for him, waiting for him to come and devour me, but no, he had to invite another girl and f**k her.

Then I felt bad, like I was intruding on something private. But that massive c**k I had seen this morning was inside her right now, stretching her, ruining her… oh, what a lucky p***y she has, I so wish I could be her. Oh God, the sound of his pelvis against her ass made my c**t throb so violently I couldn’t walk away.

A thought cam to me, tgat i should just walk away and never think of this dog, but another thought think it would be wise to just check a little to see if he is realy making good use of that massive equipment of his.

So, I followed the idea of the second thought, I pressed myself against the wall and peeked through the crack.

He had some pretty brunette bent over his desk, completely naked. One of his big hands was gripping her hair, the other squeezing her hip as he drove that monstrous d**k into her from behind. Every thrust made her cry out louder, her legs shaking, p***y stretched obscenely around his thick shaft. I could see how wet she was, how her juices coated his heavy balls as they slapped against her. The wet, filthy sounds of him pounding her filled the room.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but serve myself, and I wish it was me in her shoes.

My hand slipped under my skirt. Before I could think to stop myself, I pushed my soaked panties aside. Two fingers sank straight into my dripping cunt while I watched him f**k her senseless. My other hand rubbed tight circles on my swollen c**t, matching his rhythm. I was so turned on I started whimpering softly, biting my lip to stay quiet while I watched him destroy her, but I got carried away that I didn’t realize how loud I had become.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut right in front of my face.

I froze, with my fingers still buried inside myself. Shame came crashing over me like ice water. He had seen me. He must have seen everything, the way I was spying, the way I was desperately m**********g to him f*****g another girl. My cheeks burned. My heart hammered so hard I thought I would pass out.

All my pride, my ego, all that was left of them came crashing like a plane driven by a reckless pilot. How will he see me now? I thought to myself.

Then the worst happened, right from inside the room. I heard the w***e girl laugh, lazy and worn out, her voice hoarse from screaming on that massive d**k. “Who was that?”

But there was no answer from Jax. Just silence.

"I thought you said your sister left already." She said again, but Jax gave no answer still.

"Or is it one of your numerous whores spying on us? I hope she didn't take evidence."

Only now I heard his response. "Will you shot the f**k up and get f****d? Or would you rather leave?" His voice was somehow too harsh on her, but instead of anger, it was submissive, like someone slot desperate for a d**k.

"Sorry Pappi," that was all she said, and then came the silence.

I yanked my hand out of my skirt, and with my trembling legs, I stumbled out of the house, I couldn't go back to Mia’s room because of the shame. The door had been shut on me like I was nothing. He hadn’t even spoken to me. The embarrassment was crushing. Yet even through the shame, my shameless p***y was still dripping, clenching with need. I walked straight home, thinking I might never come back to Mia’s place. My face hot with humiliation, but deep down I still haven't given up… because deep down I still believed he would eventually f**k me. He had to. Why won't he, at least now he knows I want him.