“You don’t fucking listen. Now I’m going to give us what we’ve been denying each other for far too long.”
I capture her lips in a feral kiss. My free hand disappears into her pink shorts, sliding through her slick cunt.
“My God, your wet pussy tells me everything I need to know. I won’t be gentle with you. I can’t,” I whisper against her lips.
Her hips jerk convulsively as my finger circles her clit.
“Careful, it seems as if you like this a bit too much. You’re not going to beg me to stop this time? Where are your tears? I was hoping for more.”
“I can’t fight you anymore,” she says, kissing my lips softly.
Her compliance is unexpected, but welcomed.
“I want you.” She places kisses along my face before wrapping her legs around my back, bringing her sweet heat closer to my throbbing erection.
What little control I had left vanishes. I tear at her clothes like a madman until she’s naked, her shirt and shorts in tatters on the floor. I don’t fuck her right away—instead I kneel between her spread legs.Fucking gorgeous. I lift her legs over my shoulders and position my length at her entrance. I thrust forward, not allowing her body time to adjust to my intrusion. She lets out a pained scream as I savagely rip through her tight channel until my dick is completely enveloped by her hot pussy. An animalistic sound escapes my throat. Being inside her is pure ecstasy. I brutally propel my hips forward, trying to imprint her body into the fucking mattress.
“Ugh,” she groans, placing her hands on my chest to slow my assault on her dripping pussy. “Be gentle.”
“Even if I wanted to I couldn’t. I don’t have the ability to control myself with you.”
I continue punishing her pussy with deep powerful strokes. The bed creaks under the pressure and the headboard bangs against the wall. If anyone happens to venture to the kitchen, the sounds will draw them to my bedroom. The cuts across my stomach begin to bleed, but I’m oblivious to the pain. Her cries of pleasure mixed with grunts of agony echo in my ears.
“Wait, Art, stop. Please,” she begs.
Her pleas fall on death ears. A bomb going off couldn’t stop me. Her legs tremble as I pound into her like a jackhammer. Damn, her amazing pussy hugs my dick like a fitted glove. Perspiration covers our bodies. With each thrust, her pussy gets wetter and wetter. Goddamn, I’m drowning in it, losing myself in her.
“Fuck,” I growl.
I lay flush against her, moving my hips in slow circular motions, savoring the suction of her center on my erection. My hands twist in her hair while I kiss her mouth vigorously, swallowing her moans of bliss. I don’t ever remember feeling like this. Her fingernails bite into my back as her heels dig into my ass.
“Art!” she shouts as her orgasm surges through her.
Cin’s fluttering cunt milks my manhood, sending me over the edge with her.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I chant, emptying my cum inside her.
I give one more thrust, wringing the last of my climax from my body. I lay my head on her shoulder, my semi-hard dick still buried in her warmth. Her thumb brushes across the scar on my wrist.
“You cut yourself really bad this time. You have to stop.”
“I need to cut just as much as I need to breathe. It’s either cutting or cocaine. Which do you think is better for me?”
There’s a long pause.
“Do you dream about your brother every night?”
“Every fucking night since the day he died.”
“He’s at peace with God.”
I raise my head to peer into her eyes.
“If there’s a God I didn’t see him. There isn’t a bright light to transport you to paradise when you die. That story is a lie. When I was at death’s door, all I saw was a never-ending darkness before I woke up in hell.”
She caresses the side of my face “The only hell you’re in is the one inside your mind.”
If only that were true, but at least Cin can transport me to paradise for a little while. She gasps when my dick hardens again. We fuck for a few more hours then she sneaks back up to her bedroom right before dawn.
