“Art,” I croak.
“Shut the fuck up.”
I cry out when my hair is savagely yanked back. My starving lungs are flooded with much-needed oxygen after Art removes his arm from across my neck. He guides me forward by the tight grip he has on my hair. He follows me to the floor as he forces me to my knees at the side of the bed. My head is roughly pushed into the mattress. Though he only holds me down by one hand, I’m no match for his strength. Art grinds his massive hard-on against my ass.
“You can’t escape me, but the truth is, you don’t want to anyway,” he whispers in my ear.
A tree wouldn’t want to escape the sun because it’ll die without it. He’s my fucking sun. Trevor is my heart, but Art is becoming my soul. I expected his punishment the moment I walked through the front door and was yearning for it. I promised Anneli I was done with Art, that I recognize he’ll always be a restless spirit in search of absolution that will forever be out of his reach. A restless spirit’s nature is to bring destruction to those around it.
“It’s the truth, isn’t it? You’re hungry for me.” His lips move against my cheek as he speaks.
“You take me on a natural high I never want to come down from.”
“Then let’s get high together.”
Art frantically tugs my sweatpants and panties to mid-thigh, then pulls out his manhood before savagely impaling me. We both moan at the exquisiteness of his breadth expanding my center to uncomfortable measures bordering on pain. He fucks me unrestrained, swiftly rolling his hips to feed my famished cunt. The wildness in him takes over, causing him to appear more beast claiming his woman than human as he snarls. I’m scared the sound of us having sex is loud enough to possibly draw the attention of Ricky and my mom, who are home. Josh isn’t home, since his car isn’t outside. Thank God.
“You crave me just as much as I crave you.” He cranes my head to the side and seizes my lips in a violent kiss.
We swallow each other’s energy as he takes ownership of my body, tilting my entire being on its axis, taking me past the heavens into unchartered space.
The wonderful bliss wrapped around me is interrupted by a tap at my bedroom window.
Oh my God, it’s Trevor. I forgot I told him he could come over tonight.
I begin to struggle. “Stop, it’s Trevor.”
“No. He has to wait his turn.”
“Art, please.”
His answer is to pump his hips brutally, obliterating my soft folds. My hands twist into the sheets as his dick continues to conquer the depths of my pussy.
The tapping gets louder. I would’ve been caught red-handed if it weren’t for my curtains.
My pussy begins to contract, transporting me to ecstasy at warp speed. I bite my wrist to keep from screaming out. Before I know what’s happening, Art stands then mercilessly snatches my hair back and come all over my face. He jerks his length at rapid speed until the last of his cum has been released. I’m in shock at his actions, but what he does next is beyond belief. He smears his cum across my face and down my neck.
“Now when he kisses you, he’ll taste me.”
When he lets go of my hair, I turn slightly to watch him from my position on the floor. He stuffs his still-hard dick back into his pants. He leaves my bedroom without sparing me another look. I remain where I am, in a trance until the sound of knocking draws my attention. I take off my hoodie, leaving me in my tank top, to clean my face and neck of Art’s semen, but I’m still sticky. I stand, taking my sweatpants off to throw in the dirty clothes hamper with my soiled hoodie. I unlock and open the window. I step back as Trevor climbs through.
“Why were you ignoring me?”
“I wasn’t.”
“I called and texted you over a dozen times.”
My cell phone was in my hand when Art rushed me.
I walk over to the door to feel along the floor until I find my phone. I don’t dare turn on the light—afraid of what my appearance may give away.
“I must’ve dropped it.”
Trevor wraps his arms around me.
“You’re soaking wet.”
I pull away. “I’m just a little hot.”
