Liar.
Every word he had spoken, I questioned. Was any of it real? Maybe not. But I loved every lie he told. It felt better than truth, softer than reality. I guess that’s how it all begins. With lies.
A bully.
He made me hate myself, yet showed me his darkest side. And still, I wanted to be part of it. Every broken piece.
Is love really this blind? That we can’t tell what’s real and what’s a lie?
Is this what love is supposed to feel like, pain first, pleasure after? The ache that makes you wonder if he’ll stay or leave you behind?
He made me forget everything before him, until my past felt like someone else’s life. A new chapter opened, with a brand new nightmare, and I stepped right in.
Maybe this is my karma.
I don’t even know what I did to deserve it.
Or maybe I am his karma.
Maybe I was meant to fill that hollow space in him, to showhim love exists. That he can open himself up to someone. That he can give his heart away, even if it’s not to me. Maybe that’s my purpose, to break so he can heal.
Maybe love is just that. Letting go.
They say if you love someone, set them free. If they return, they’re yours. But what if I was never meant to let him go? What if my place was always to wait? Now I understand what that means. Even if I walked away, I would still find my way back to him. Because of how he made me feel. Alive. Like I wanted to keep breathing.
Maybe it’s toxic. But I want to be poisoned by it.
I noticed him moving under the sheets, his body pressing into the mattress, until I felt his breath on my inner thighs. When I moved the sheet, I saw him already between my legs, looking up at me, locking his eyes with mine.
“Breakfast,” he said, pulling me closer.
I chuckled, spreading my legs. “You better eat,” I said, pressing my hand down on his head.
I felt his smile on my clit, then a gentle bite that made me gasp.
I bit my lip as his tongue slid down, his cold hands spreading my lower lips. I lifted my legs, making the sheet fall off, leaving us both exposed.
He grabbed both of my legs and spread them wider, leaning them against me. The way he moved lifted my ass and stretched me open.
Every muscle burned, but it felt so good.
He thrust his tongue inside me, in and out, my wetness dripping down his chin. He kept going, tongue sliding deep, then flicking the top of my clit, eating me up. His lower teeth scraped down over my flesh as his tongue sank deeper, moving side to side, driving me wild.
I moaned loudly, my chest rising and falling. One handsqueezed my right breast, the other gripped the pillow tight, breath coming in sharp gasps.
My eyes rolled back. My whole body pulsed.
Then he stopped.
When I opened my eyes, he was kneeling in front of me. I was already on the edge. It wouldn’t take much.
He held his cock in one hand, and in the light, it looked even bigger. I could see every place it was pierced. He came closer. My hands held my legs where his had been.
He tapped my clit twice, teasing me, then dragged the tip from the top, down across my hole to my ass. He pushed just an inch inside. I gasped, eyes squeezing shut. Like he was testing me.
He pulled back, dragged the tip up again, then slammed inside in one deep thrust.
He pressed his palm into the lower part of my stomach, making me feel him even deeper. My eyes flew open.
