APPRENTICE DICK
As I push into her again, her back curves seductively, and her ass sticks out, encouraging my animal efforts. I ram in again, and again. The unique soft, wet slide and the pressure on my cock makes me yearn to make this last, and I go harder and snarl, and twist my hand in her hair, shift her to the side until she releases the wash basin, and I push her into the wall, still bent over but now I can take her without the basin jammed into her stomach.
The first thrust smacks in, draws a loud grunt from her. “You’re wetting my pants,” I murmur, smiling. My dick and my pants. I stop for a second to soak up the sight of me buried in her while she tries to make me start fucking her again, her legs muscles straining, shifting.
“Fuck. That’s hot.” I rumble into the side of her hair, breathing there as I jerk in and out, listening to her, feeling her, still trapped by my hand in her mouth.
She loves the roughness. Her fingers claw the wall, and she moans and huffs her hot breath over my hand with her teethmaking firm dents and rocking to and fro as I smack into her body.
There are no further depths to her that I can reach. I grind on her and hear her beautiful sobs. She’s swallowed all of my cock. With my hand now wrapped about her face, she’s desperately sucking on my palm, on the one finger in reach of her mouth.
Desire is war. Desire, this need to crush and hurt her, itiswar.Not kill. Am doing no killing.
That’s the order echoing. Just. The. Order. Nothing more. That was never about her.
I jam myself into her ten, twenty times, getting faster, more urgent, the lust roaring through me hot and nasty.
I have to pause with my mouth in her hair, groaning, biting her nape. To stop, with my balls full and bursting, my cock engulfed by her tight liquid heat. I’m straining not to groan and come and empty in her. Not yet.
There can benothinglike this to compare with, nothing on this earth like this world on fire feeling. Nothing in all human existence. I nudge her hair and cheek, then our mouths meet and I feel her delicate trembling, her feral, rough breathing as we kiss.
“More,” she croaks, squirming against me.
I laugh and engulf her mouth with mine. Then I withdraw completely despite her pleading, so I can redden her ass with a few bites and smacks. I hold her in place with my hands on her hips, admiring my marks on her despite the pulsing in my cock as it wobbles in the cold air.
For all of a few aching seconds, I resist the need to re-enter her, before I thrust in and jolt her forward to complete my destruction of this gorgeous woman.
She wraps her hands around the wash basin. It rattles as Ipull out and slam in again, again, grunting, sweating, my cock pulsing. Her pussy walls clamp down onto me. She whimpers and cries.
How do I not…how do I keep hold until…
Her grunts and gasps match mine in a staccato symphony of filthy noises. I bang in, flesh smacking on flesh.
This time don’t lose her.
That thought carries me for a few seconds as I wonder what I meant, then the wonder of being inside her overrides all else. A flurry of rapid thrusts andI’m coming, I’m pouring myself inside her, holding her as if I will never let her go.
8
DOLLHOUSE NOTE DEUX
After showering together—and I swear the shower almost burst at the seams with both of us in there, mostly due to him, we end up in my bed. I’m astounded, wondering if I will regret this, and then wondering why the water was hot. Did they switch it on early? They must have.
Thinking foggily about hot water and this hot, stapled-together man I tumble into sleep.
I wake in the middle of the night and turn over, only to bump into what’s his face’s back…Kail. Can’t be Kail. I’m sleep muddled.
Scared, I lurch into the memory of the day he died. This is not that him. This is another Kail.
I stare at his stitched-together spine and skin. A hangover builds and throbs through my head in waves.
What did I do? Oh. Yeah. That. We fucked, and it was awesome.My pussy recallsalllllthe sensations and summons memories of him thrusting into me as I inch my hand between my legs. I’m not wearing any underwear, and though I showered,arousal lubricates my finger when I nestle the length of it between my lips. I am swollen and a bit sore. The good kind of sore.
“My oh my,” I whisper, sighing and leaving my finger where it lies for a bit longer to soak up the pleasure.
He doesn’t wake when I prop myself up on my elbow and slip to the edge of the bed, slowly sitting up. I clutch my aching head, pull my hands down to cage my eyes.
I peer through my fingers.
