“This that A1 shit,” he rumbles, clamping a calloused hand around my jaw. “You gotta take your time with it.”
Sandman forces me to take hit after hit, initiating level one of tonight’s ongoing mindfuck saga. The earthy fumes settle like hot ash in my throat, and soon my body becomes weightless.
“Please, no more,” I plead with him.
“Moreis what I crave from you.Moreis what I need from you. Andmoreis what I’ll have from you, come hell or high water.”
The next thing I know, his lips are on mine, his tongue hungrily exploring the depths of my mouth. This kiss is whollydifferent from the tender kiss we shared in my tree house a little over three years ago. It’s wildfire in a field of daisies, the sweetest dream trapped inside a nightmare, and hell in the middle of paradise.
Sandman detests my very existence; even so, he wants me with a desperation that defies reason. His urgency bleeds into me, wrapping phantom hands around my neck and squeezing tight. It must drive him crazy to desire that which he hates most in the world.
He jerks away from me, a frightening roar spilling from his lips. “I swear to God, Zilphia, cross me again and I’ll break you like a fucking twig.”
“If you want me dead so bad, then do it,” I snap, blinking back the hot tears swimming in my gaze. “Torture me, blow my brains out. Just be done with it.”
“Eager to die, are we?” Sandman slips a hand between my thighs. “Not until I’ve had my fill of this,” he states huskily, his hands lightly caressing my clit. “After all, I lost my hearing because of it.”
I will my body not to respond, but my determination is shit against his skilled fingers. I curl my hands into fists, disgusted that my pussy is wet and aching for him.
Sandman sinks to his knees and places a lingering kiss on my special place, then bestows the same attention to both thighs, his lips firm and reverent on my warm skin.
“Why can’t I stop wanting you?” he murmurs.
It’s an answer I’d like to know as well. There’s nothing extraordinary about me. I just showed kindness to a boy, and that boy fell in love. It’s a love I betrayed. Sam wouldn’t be Sandman if it wasn’t for me. How many people would still be alive if he never became Sandman, theBlood God? In retrospect, I’m just as responsible for their deaths as he is.
I ball my fists tighter, digging sharp fingernails into my palms as his tongue explores every inch of my throbbing slit. The pot coursing through my bloodstream heightens my senses, invoking a passion so ravenous it frightens me. I’ve heard all aboutthe wonders of high sex but never thought I would experience it firsthand.
“No,” I breathe, my legs trembling uncontrollably. I need to get away from him before he traps me in his twisted world forever.
Sandman pulls back and indulges in more weed, then angles his mouth over my opening, blowing the pungent smoke into my slick channel.
“Yes,” he growls before burying his face in my folds.
My impassioned moans reverberate through the living room as he greedily sucks my pussy. I undulate against his mouth, my hands knotting in his golden strands. He eats me, then smokes. Eats me, then smokes some more—repeating the ritual again and again.
The steady pulse at my center slowly grows into a pounding throb. Then my orgasm comes full throttle, the pleasure so intense my belly clenches violently, trapping the oxygen in my lungs, every cell in my body on fire.
“Oh God,” I gasp.
Euphoria quickly turns into anguish as Sandman grinds the smoldering tip of his joint into my clit. I scream and try to run away, but topple to the dusty wooden floor, hindered by the cotton tangled around my ankles. Iron fingers dig into my hips and jerk me to my knees, then I feel his hardness probing my wet entrance.
“Sandman, please don’t do this,” I beg as tears drip from my eyes. “You loved me at one time.”
“And that love came with a heavy price.” He seizes my passion twists and slams my head onto the floor. “Arch your fucking back.”
Dust mites float all around me as he inches forward the slightest bit, inserting the head of his dick into my pussy. This is it. I’m going to lose my virginity inside this dirty, lifeless house. I hold my breath, bracing for the sting of full penetration—but it never comes. He moves in and out of me with just his swollen tip.
It was never his plan to take my virginity tonight. Psychological torment was his goal all along. Before long, my mind will become a bleak ruin, much like these four walls. I try to pretend I’m notme, that this isn’t my life, but his pleasured groans mock me as he takes what was not freely given. I feel him trembling behind me, his control barely hanging on by a thread.
“I’m almost there.” His fingers tighten painfully on my hips. “Just a little more. Oh fuck, there it is,” he grunts, pumping his release into me. “Fuck, Zilphia.”
It’s over. Thank God.
I let out a relieved breath, but then he drives his erection into my ass. I scream so loud it feels like my eardrums are about to burst. He thrusts again and again until his erection is fully embedded inside my snug muscles. My hands and knees give out as he pistons into my shuddering body.
All I can do is cry and pray that it’s over soon.
“Next stop,” I call out to the bus driver since the bell pull isn’t working.
