He seeks my lips, and I readily give him what he wants. Our lips and tongues clash together in a kiss that steals my breath as he ferociously surges in and out of my pussy.
“Fuck yes,” he groans against my kiss-swollen lips, the urgency of his thrusts increasing.
“I want you to soak my insides with your cum,” I moan, drunk on pleasure. “I want it dripping from my pussy.”
“Zilphia, Zilphia, Zilphia,” he chants my name over and over, pounding into me so deep, I swear I feel him in my womb.
Finally, I fall headfirst into unadulterated rapture. My eyes roll to the back of my head as my slick walls contract around his rock-hard dick. I want this feeling forever, but there’s a steep price to pay. I can’t have the man without the monster.
“That’s right, squeeze that dick,” he rasps as his hot cum floods my pussy.
He comes and comes and comes, his seed overflowing onto my thighs.
I’m an emotional wreck by the time he slips from my body. Sex is powerful; my mother drilled that into my head when I wasa little girl. She said sex makes men weak, and that’s what makes women superior. She’s obviously never gotten fucked by someone like Sandman.
I turn around, using the wall for support. He watches me with a blank expression on his stone features as he secures his belt buckle. How can he not be affected? He felt it too, didn’t he? It couldn’t have been just my imagination.
“Get dressed,” he bites out.
“I need help,” I say softly, pointing at my jeans. I’ll topple over if I try to move now. His nostrils flare in annoyance, but he crouches down in front of me and roughly shoves my foot into my pant leg.
“Wait!” I exclaim and shyly gesture toward the sticky cum on my thighs. “Do you have a napkin or something?”
“No,” he barks, yanking my jeans up. “Hurry the fuck up.”
I blink back tears. How can he fuck me like that, then treat me like shit afterward? He’s so confusing. After several failed attempts, I finally managed to fasten my jeans. Sandman is already sitting astride his motorcycle, glaring at me.
“Hurry up!” he yells. “I don’t have all fucking day.”
I walk over to him on wobbly legs, but I don’t climb on behind him just yet. “Have you ever been with anyone the way you are with me?”
He chuckles sarcastically. “Does it matter?”
“Yeah, it does.”
“Every bitch I fuck is treated to the Sandman special. Did you think it was only reserved for you?”
I shake my head. “I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t give two fucks about what you believe, Zilphia. Don’t take what I say when I’m horny to heart. That’s just my dick talking.” He cocks his head sideways, his lips tilting upward in a subtle smirk. “You don’t think you’re the only girl I’m fucking, do you?”
I raise my chin defiantly. “If you were fucking other girls, you wouldn’t be fucking me multiple times a day.”
He shrugs a shoulder. “What can I say? I have a high sex drive.”
“Stop fucking lying!” I shout.
Sandman launches himself at me, seizing my throat in a vise grip. “Have you forgotten who’s in charge?” He sneers in my face. “You’re nothing more than a piece of meat to me, Zilphia, so don’t get any fanciful ideas about what’s happening between us.”
He releases me, and I fall to my knees, gasping for breath. I look down at my belly, and a sense of calm envelops me. There are dark days ahead, but my baby will make those days a lot easier.
She can cry me a fucking river. I can’t forgive her for what she did, not now, not ever. The lie she told royally fucked me up mentally and changed me for the worse, starting a chain reaction that put a Glock in my hand.
For all intents and purposes, she inadvertently created Sandman. The events of that night forever changed me physically too. Because of my hearing loss, it’s difficult for me to pinpoint voices and sounds, especially in loud places. That can be dangerous in my line of work.
Yeah, I can walk, and I have all my limbs, my sight, and my dick gets hard without issue. For the most part, my hearing loss doesn’t affect my quality of life, but when you’re hurt by the one person you love most in the world, the degree of the offense doesn’t matter. Betrayal is betrayal.
Despite her treachery, she lives rent-free in my head twenty-four hours a day. Obsession is more detrimental and addictive than any drug. Somewhere deep inside me is the teenage boy stillvying for her affection. I despise that fucker. He’s weak. I thought I killed him the night of the fire.
