Sia fitted in her white yoga pants and sports bra. She put on her earbuds and held her phone in her hands as she connected a music.
She’s been doing her road work for a while now and she’s just a few blocks away from the gym house.
You could see her thighs constricting, her butt bouncing as she ran. She tied her hair in a lose bun but some strands already fell off and matted her dampened forehead and sweaty skin of her back.
It itches her but she’d rather reach the gym house than stop to gather her hair together.
The music in her ears blears that she could hardly hear someone calling her. Ever since Silas visited her and spewed his cringe-worthy words, Sia has never been able to expunge it from her mind.
The things she passed through in his hands years ago slowly filled her vision. How he smacks her and have his way with her. It’s all that he’ll pay for. Sia promised to never let that slide.
Just because he is Silas Monson doesn’t mean he’ll Scott free after messing with her.
Although the urge to revenge burns through Sia like a conflagration she still have to tread with caution.
The Monson family works with the government and could hardly pay for any evil deeds they do. If she were to report Silas now, he might alter her evidence and she’ll be sanctioned by the elders of the family. So whatever she’ll do will be done with caution.
Finally, Sia arrived at the gym house but someone stood by the gate with arms crossed over his chest.
“Pretty chick.” She heard Jake’s voice and raised he head. They both ogled at each other and a gentle smile covered Jake’s face.
“You seriously don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to see you, pretty chick.” He said, treading close to Sia.
Sia took several steps back when she noticed he was about to touch her. The edges of her lips raised in sneer as their gaze meshed.
“You’re not to touch me.” She whispered with finality.
Jake giggled. The authority in Sia’s words is one he has never seen before. Jake likes the fact that when she says something she means it. Unlike other dick whipped ladies that says something and means the opposite.
All the while he had been coming to the gym house, Jake has fucked different ladies in the gym and he doesn’t feel sorry about it.
You give him pussy…he fucks. He gives no shit about where they are and what people might bump into them and grips a sight of their making out session.
But Sia is just so…different from other ladies. She’s adamant and mean. Very mean that it rankles Jake.
“What the fuck happened to your face, pretty chick?” He asked, this time he crossed the distance between them, giving no shit about Sia’s undeterred struggles not to be touched.
Jake cupped her cheeks, trailing his eyes on her wounds.
“Why the fuck are you covered in welts?” He pressed on this time, he took a step back glancing around Sia’s body in search for any other wound.
Sia muted, staring pointedly at his concern laced face.
“Say something. Otherwise we’ll stay out here and never go inside the gym house.” He threatened.
Sia was taken aback by his words and she didn’t know when she erupted into laughter.
“Why the fuck are putting a stunt?” She asked, cackling.
Jake gathered his brows together, mouth twitched and he questioned.
“You think this is a stunt? Seriously?”
“Of course. What else would it be?” Sia asked, challenging his looks.
Jake huffed and twisted his head. He smacked his lips and bored his eyes on Sia’s.
“I’m looking out for you. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He blurted.
Sia couldn’t control her laughter. It’s like she is used to the phrase or the fact that men acts like they care but doesn’t in actuality.
She folded her arms together and glanced at Jake, her hair strand matted on her forehead.
“Why do you care if I’m hurt or not? It’s not like you know me.” She asked, twitching her brows.
Jake stepped further to her but Sia inched back. The morning sun lanced on their skin.
“I don’t want to say this but I’ll. I like you. You are just like my mother. Strong and resilient but weak in some areas.” He said.
Sia peeled away her eyes from him. And made to leave but was held back by Jake.
Hearing the word mother brought back memories. That’s the least she wants to think about now.
“I don’t know what caused those welts on your face.” He pulled Sia back and cupped her cheeks. “If anyone is laying a finger on you. Then I’ll concern myself with it. Because I vowed that to myself to protect ladies that are as weak as my mother was. I couldn’t protect her then. But now I can protect others now.”
The softness of his voice appealed to Sia. She felt knots in her stomach and her heart beat accelerated. Now, she took notice of the softness of his palms on her cheeks and his elbow that dips just beneath her breasts.
It fills her whole. It dug up that touch deprived feelings she buried deep inside and now she felt chills rising up her body.
“It’s not what you think, Jake. I had minor injuries.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper and she hates it.
No one has the right to make her hunger for anything but Jake is so effortlessly making her urge to rise. To envelope her and she hates it.
She ducked from his hold and dashed into the gym house.
Jake stood there for some minutes, biting on his tongue.
“I like her. I just like her.” He whispered to himself before heading into the gym house.
He trailed his eyes in the room but couldn’t find Sia.
However, Sia stormed into the restroom with heavy breath. Her nipples pebbled as her hunger awakens.
She tried to banish the feelings consuming her but it was fruitless.
Sia cursed, feeling her white yoga pants drenching as her liquid drips on it.
She tugged the pants down to her kneecap and felt her waters trickling down her upper thighs.
Her cunt throbbed and her hairs rose. She hitched up her sports bra and her breast bounced out.
She caught a glimpse of her hardened nipples decorated with chills of need.
Sia trailed her fingers on her nipples and raked through them between her index fingers and middle fingers.
She tugged on it applying a bit of force and a moan takes over her voice. Sia swirled her fingers on her nipples and knead her breasts, hard. Shivers of delight beclouded her body.
She felt the smooth dripping of her love juices and the fast pulsating of her pussy.
Her entrance danced and poked, waiting for a touch. Sia released a hand from her breasts and trod it down to her wet cunt.
Touching the tips of her pussy lips, she groaned in painful need for a dick.
A real dick that can ravage her yet put her shattered pieces together. But in the absence of one, Sia pinched her tips, feeling the hot pulsating of her nub.
She plod her fingers farther to her dampened entrance and affixed two fingers deep into her entrance, coating her fingers with her milky fluid.
She let a hoarse groan fly past her lips. To think she didn’t care if someone heard her.
She quickened pumping her fingers in her hole, breath quickening. Her other hand worked on her breast, kneading, pinching and caressing.
A sensational groan left her lips as she squirted. Thankfully, she didn’t litter her yoga pants with the liquid much because she bunched her hips back and let the liquid drip into the toilet.
Sia bundled her breast, hard. Spasming when her orgasm drew close. She fucked her fingers faster, moaning and constricting her nipples until the liquid burst out from her pussy hole.
She sighed, taking gulping breaths and swallowing her cum in her mouth.
After a while, Sia crept outside.
“I could have helped you with that.” A voice startled her.