The whole way back home I wonder if anyone can smell Yusef on me. If they do, they don’t say a word. I can still feel him against me, and It’s hard to differentiate between his c*m and my own desire. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from whimpering as I recall every detail.
Never in a million years did I think that was going to happen today. I was sure he’d come out and ask what the heck I wanted. He might have even thought I requested to see him because it could’ve been something related to my dad.
Those thoughts all vanished when I walked through the door and his eyes locked on me. There was hunger and need there, and only I could feed him. There was a burning need inside of me to let him feast on me. He didn’t treat me like a little girl like everyone else does, and it only confi
