I couldn’t move because maybe I still couldn’t regain my strength, I was easily carried away by the man who pulled me. I also didn’t struggle. Not only that, but I might have a harder time because just in case I get out of this person’s arm, I will just stumble and have a hard time running.
All I knew was that we were going inside the jail where Alex had imprisoned me, but the pull on me was compelling. When we were inside, I pushed the person who still wouldn’t let me go. I wiped my mouth that he was holding earlier.
When I looked up, I wasn’t even startled to see who was standing in front of me. I’m not sure where Randall gets the strength to confront me now. Perhaps he no longer has feelings for me, making it simple for him. My heart was iced over with anguish. It’s not used to Randall treating it this way, so it may have done nothing except cry in the hope of regaining Randall’s affection.
“Where is my son?” I had a lot of questions for him, but it was the first one I asked. My following queries are meaningless to me since I know he won’t answer them.
He looks at me with a profound gaze, as if he can see everything about me, including my heart. He gave me that look as though he was saying he no longer knew who I was. I smirked at my thoughts, wondering what emotion I should use to let him know I was in pain. Would he come back to me if I did that? Why are you so hard to love? Why does loving you feel like a curse to me?
“Winter …” That’s what he said, and silence almost engulfed his voice.
I couldn’t find anything to throw in front of him because the entire space was blank. I want to lose myself in front of him, to let out my rage and fury. Someone was screaming in my heart, wanting to burst out, and I had no idea what it was.
“Where is my son?” I ask him again. I don’t want to get carried away by what he says anymore. I don’t want to step closer to him again because he doesn’t draw me back.
“Randle is safe,” he said as he sought to take my hand in his, but I back away. I’m not going to let him touch me again.
“That’s not what I’m asking.”
“Winter, it will be even harder for Randle if he doesn’t know where he is going. There is so much danger around you … and it’s better if-”
Because I don’t want to hear what he says next, I slap him hard. That smack wasn’t very forceful, but it was probably just enough to wake him up to his hallucination. If he can’t hear himself, I can hear every utterance of words he makes, since it poisons my existence. Earlier, the driver was correct. If that person loves you, he or she would not abandon you in the first place; instead, you should be walking hand in hand, addressing the situation. But he didn’t, so maybe I’m not fit to be there for him either.
“I have no idea what you’re doing in this place, how you found it, or why you brought me back to this cell just to say those meaningless words. I’ll forget what you said and pretend I didn’t hear it. GIVE. BACK. MY. CHILD.” My teeth are already hurt by my overemphasis on what I say to him.
Even though I didn’t smack him hard, the cheek I slapped on him was still on the left side, as if he meant it. I bumped his arm and passed him since the bag I was searching for wasn’t there. My palms are sweating again, and if I touch something, it will soak up because of too much wet.
I was going to leave when he grabbed my hand; I’m not sure how he did it, even though I was already out the door. All I can tell you is that his lips are already brushing against mine. If I didn’t respond to what he was doing before, my eyes have widened now. I gripped his arm for support because, to my surprise, I opened my mouth, allowing him to enter my mouth.
“Hmmm …!” I shoved him, but he didn’t move.
To me, everything appeared to speed up. I’m not sure how he got me to lean against the wall. The cell door had likewise been shut. I just promised myself that I would never carry away to anything else he does again, yet here I am, unable to pull it off.
“AHH …” The growl’s reverberation engulfed this space. I bit my palm to try to conceal my every whimper, but I was utterly lost in the heat of my body and every tickle of his caress.
My shirt is now a little higher up, and my pajamas are also a little lower. My eyes are already dilated, and I can feel the burning in my neck. Inside my tummy, there was a party going on. I’m not sure what’s going on, especially as he sucks my left nipple while squeezing my right boob. He sucks my nipple with his tongue twirled. Because of what he does to me, I can tinker with his hair. He knelt like a kid who wants milk from his mother. Despite the difficulties of our position, he refused to budge.
When he pinched my nipple hard, I couldn’t help but complain. “Someone can see us.” I move his head away from my body reluctantly because, even though my intellect urges me to push him, my body and heart are struggling. I know no one will enter or get here, but I’m still terrified of the person who could see us.
He gazed up at me, his eyes enticing me to believe his falsehoods once more. He displays me his eyes again as if pleading for my undivided attention. Because the next thing he said made me avoid my sight, I wanted to cover my ears, so I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I listened anyway. It depends on things that aren’t feasible.
“I apologize if you find it tough to love and understand me. I’m sorry if loving me causes you pain. I know it’s selfish of me to ask you this, but…” When I glanced at him, I noticed that his eyes were lonely. It was as if the eyes were pleading with me for assistance since its owner couldn’t say he was struggling. “Will you not stop loving me? Still love me from afar because it’s the only thing that keeps me going…” He pressed his brow on my bare chest. “To know that you still care about me. I apologize.”
“I am sorry too,” I said as I lift his head, stroked both cheeks, and looked him in the eyes. I am correct, they were alone; they appeared to be crying but did not appear. “However, I can’t promise you that. The heart becomes exhausted and eventually forgets.”
This time, I made the first move to kiss him. Slowly and confidently, so that if I forget him again, he will always remember that someone once loved him entirely. And if the day came when I was happy without him, he’d remember these kisses. The kisses that give him courage.
When I finished kissing him, I knelt before him. I put my hand on the bulge in the center of his legs. With that bulge, it appeared as though his pants were going to burst. When I glanced at him, his eyes seemed lazy, as if he was just watching me do what I was going to do. When I removed the jeans he was wearing, his manhood protruded.
He changed our position, he was now leaning against the wall while I was holding his cock. I don’t know if it’s because we haven’t done it in a long time or because I haven’t seen it in a long time. It’s like I think it’s grown and gotten big. I felt a pang on my chest thinking that he is doing sexual things with Charlotte or to other girls. I feel frustrated, so I lick the tip of his dick to tease him.
“Ah.” He growled softly, he held my head to support what I was doing as I put it into my mouth.
It’s like I’m having a hard time doing this, I’m not used to it anymore. When I removed his dick from my mouth, my saliva and the sticky liquid coming from the tip of his cock came with it. I tried to play the tip again and suck it like what he does in my nipple.
“That is enough Winter.” He was already closing his eyes and looking up, holding the back of my head as he let out heavy breaths. “Stop now Winter.”
I saw the redness in his neck, which looked to be holding back, but I didn’t do what he asked. I sucked his cock even harder and shoved it into my lips. If this is the only way I can show you how much I care, I will do it. I’ll do anything I believe will make you feel better.
“Why? You don’t like what I’m doing?” I removed the object from my mouth.
But my eyes widened, what happened next.
He shot in my face. He cum.
I licked the sticky thing that went to the side of my lip. His eyes seemed to be drunk. He doesn’t seem to be on his own because of what I did to him. I want to hug him and ask. Ask; why did he divorce me if this is the reaction he is showing me?
I thought we were going to finish, but I was surprised when we changed position again. I am now facing the wall while my cheek is already attached to the wall, feeling its coldness. My hands pressed against the wall as well. I felt his angry cock caress my back.
I got excited about what will happen next.