LOSING YOU

Chapter 90- She Came To The Hospital?

Kabir's POV...

I shouldn't have cut the call. I shouldn't have said 'no', I shouldn't have denied her from talking to her daughter.

Some parent saw me pick up Myra today and they must've asked the teacher who I was. The most reasonable proceeding of what might have happened next should look like this parent knew Vivaan or Siya and then they told the teacher that I wasn't Mr. Mehra.

I am not.

The police came home in the evening and then I decided to end it once and for all via the Commissioner and that... didn't turn out that well. Her voice. I just... she sounded so assertive, so strong, so sexy. Hell, that woman.

I know it's not the best thing to do but I haven't been able to get over the way she breathed my name, I can still feel her voice cascading down my spine, making me shudder. The way my name spilled from her lips, making blood rush straight to my groin. I have have been flushed and uncomfortably hard ever since today evening. It's really difficult to concentrate on anything going on when you have to deal with a boner. "You are not listening to me." Myra says loudly, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Huh?"- "We have to go and get ice cream... Remember? Now come, let's get out of the car." She says, pointing at the ice cream parlour to her left. When did we drive here? How long have I been thinking about Siya? How long has been Myra trying to get my attention? I stare at the well lit place. "Sweetie, what if we go home first and I make you a pizza, hmm? Also, we can bake some muffins if you want. Blue frosting? Is that okay?" I ask her, desperately wanting her to comply. She nods her head in excitement, I turn on the engine and take a steep turn towards home. I need to clear my head, I need to get it together, all of it. I follow behind Myra as she rings the bell. Ruby opens the door, greets me, tells me that dinner is prepared, chooses not to ask me about the cops and thankfully leaves. "Baby, go and freshen up, I'll go, take a shower and then we'll make pizza. Okay?" I tell her, making my way upstairs, "Okay, Kabir!" I hear her respond. Opening the door to my room, I rush into the bathroom after taking off my jacket, frantically taking off my clothes, I turn on the shower. Oh god. I close my eyes, trying to ignore my erection that is hard against my stomach, already dripping pre-cum. Resting my hands against the tile, I drop my head between my shoulders. Breathe. Kabir... Breathe. I swear to god if anything happens to my daughter. Breathe. Her voice is soon replaced by dirty, sinful sounds and images.

Big, round breasts, tipped with hard and sweet, rosy- brown nipples. The way she moaned when I sucked on her sweet peaks. Siya on her knees, naked, aroused, calling out to me. The way her warm tongue licked my cock, the way her tongue traced the veins on my erection, my hands fisting her hair, tugging them, pulling them, making her cry. Making her beg, oh Siya. My patience snaps like a thread as I fist my cock and start stroking myself, hard and fast. The water still running, I bite my lip to contain my groans and close my eyes shut, concentrating on the thoughts in my mind. Soon enough, I feel my veins burning, my head falls back in complete bliss.

"Please, please, I need- I, oh god! Kabir! Baby, plea- Ah, fuck!" Her eyes roll back as I pound into her like a man possessed. Her chest heaving hard, her cheeks red with how hard she has come. I lick the drool leaking from her parted mouth as she moans again. "Oh god! Yeah, there. Yes, yes, right there. Yeah, baby!" She screams and cries as I plunge my fingers into her slick pussy, fucking her like the good little slut she is.

"Fuck, Siya!" I groan as my cum flows down the drain, my chest is heaving hard and god... god, I need to distract myself. I step out of the shower, a towel wrapped around my waist. I don't like being in my room anymore, I don't like being alone at all, it gives me too much time to think. Annoyingly so, I'm reconsidering every thing I do these days, it's not calming in any way. I open my cupboard and push my hand through all my hanging clothes, into the dark left corner until I touch a pile. A sad smile covers my lips as I pull the pile out and put it on the bed. Siya's clothes. A chuckle leaves my throat when I see a pair of ridiculously bright green undies with pink polka dots on them. I do suspect Siya and Myra used them for some girls night kinda thing. Myra too has the same pair, she said that they are party clothes which made me laugh. Those are underwear for god's sake... That reminds me of shopping for Myra's clothes, especially under garments, and those white camisole tops to wear under her school shirt too... Shut up. Yeah. Right. Tossing on some clothes, I rush down the stairs and find Myra sitting on the barstool. She has learned how to climb that thing... she's growing up. She looks at me, her nose is red. I walk over to her and she quickly turns her head to the other side and wipes her face using her tiny hands. A depression carves it's way into my chest, she rarely cries. "What happened?" I softly ask her, I hate watching her sad.