I actually want to disappear six feet underground.
Fucking hell, I’m so pathetic. Why do I care what the monster currently pinning me beneath him thinks of me?
That monster grabs my hands and yanks them away from my face, and I cringe, wondering if he’s going to… I don’t know. Smack me? Punch me?Strangleme? What exactly is he capable of?
Instead I feel the crash of his body against mine as his lips glue themselves to me. I’ve got snot running down my face, and somehow that’s the first thing I think of as he hungrily sucks on my lips, his hands freeing mine so he can run them in my hair.
The second thing I think of is… nothing. My mind goes blank as his hands thread themselves through my red curly locks, in a way that feels almost tender, in a way that I could almost imagine means he cares, if his lips weren’t attacking mine as if they wanted to destroy them.
Sucking on them, biting them, his tongue forcefully exploring every inch of my mouth, which fills with blood at his rough treatment. And then his hands, so at odds with his vicious mouth, go to my face and gently wipe away the tears and the snot.
It’s not the gentle hands, though, but his mouth, biting on my lower lip so hard that I wonder if I’ll even have a lip after he’s done, that makes my panties wet.
Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m grinding into him, trying to find relief against his cock that’s as hard as I’m soaked.
He pulls away from me, and my face flames again as I realize what I was doing.
“You’re going to fucking destroy me, cricket,” he groans, unzipping his fly.
In the tiny space between us, I can just make out his dick, swollen with desire, the tip glistening with precum, and my mouth waters. I can’t decide if I want to take it in my mouth or in my pussy. I’d even take it in the ass again, because that’s how much I fucking need him.
This time, though, he’s not out to punish me. It’s like something melted in him at the sight of my tears. He pulls my jeans and panties down so harshly I feel them rip. Then he plunges into me, and a loud moan escapes my lips as my inner walls grip his cock.
He falls back on top of me, driving himself furiously into me, his arms crushing my body, as if he’s scared I’ll disappear into thin air if he’s not holding me to him.
I feel all his desperation as he fucks me, his hands clinging to my body, fisting my hair, sinking his face into the nook where my neck meets my chest, while I inhale him like a drug. His body fits perfectly to mine, a missing puzzle piece, as his cock buries itself in me up to the hilt, then drives out again, only to push back in all the harder.
“Quill…” I moan. “Quill…”
The name spills out before I remember that I’m not supposed to be using it anymore, and this time, I really donotwant to piss him off. I want him to continue. I want him to fuck me so hard it’ll make me sore for days. I need his body in mine, and when it ends, as it invariably will, I need to keep the memory of it in all my nerve endings.
Luckily, he doesn’t protest right now at his name in my mouth. He merely kisses me all the more passionately, driving into me with a force that blows my mind away.
Then his lips leave mine to find my breasts, and he tugs one nipple before sinking his teeth into it, and sucking away the burn. He does the same with the other, sucking viciously on my stiff nipples as he continues to drive into me relentlessly. His cock pulses and stiffens, filling me entirely, and I gasp at the stretch that I’ve missed so much. His every lunge touches some deep part of me that makes my inner core explode with heat. My toes curl, my body squirms with the need to find some outlet for the sensations coursing through my veins, but his own legs pin mine under him, and all I can do is take, arching into him desperately to try to feel every inch of him.
As he fucks me, one of his hands leaves my hair and finds my folds. He speeds up, groaning, as his thumb rubs my clit, and I arch into him so hard I wonder if I’ll break. The heat in my coregoes electric, every nerve ending in my body haywire.
“Quill!” I cry out, and the orgasm crashes into me just as his own body spasms and shudders, and thick ropes of cum fill me.
“Fuck,” he groans, stilling inside me, his body shaking against mine.
Then his body lies heavy against me and I close my eyes, trying to savor this moment that I know will end far too soon.
And it does, very abruptly, all because of me and my stupid mouth. I’ve suddenly realized he came inside of me, and I blurt out, “What the hell, Quill? I don’t want to get pregnant. Especially fromyou.”
He withdraws in a loud wet plop that has me blushing furiously again. “You’re on the pill,” he grunts.
I sit up abruptly, my mind reeling at the implication behind that throwaway phrase. “Uhm… how do you know?”
“I know everything about you, cricket.”
He stands, zipping his fly and adjusting himself as I do my best to gather enough saliva in my mouth to swallow. By all rights, I should be terrified, and Iam, but I’m also feeling like I’d be up for another round already. It’s like the thought of him keeping an eye on me from afar, some warped version of the silent protector shit, makes me feel… loved, in some fucked up way. Or, at the very least, taken care of. I’ve steeled my heart against him, I’ve done my very best, but I can’t control my body as it hums for him.
Once more, he seems to regret the old nickname the moment it leaves his mouth. He turns to me, looking down at me with a cold expression that makes me shiver with apprehension.
“I know you’re a fucking whore who just couldn’t wait to fuck every guy you meet,” he says, switching abruptly to a neutral voice that makes the viciousness of his words stand out starkly.
I’mnota fucking whore, but there’s definitely something wrong with me, because my heart breaks again at his words, andmy mind rebels angrily, but my panties… well, they’re still wet. Maybe wetter than before.
