"Totally. Utterly obsessed. I want to be with you all the time, and when I'm not, I get... angry. Like, I haven't had a cigarette all day. Everything irritates me and all I can think about is getting to you. It was hell when you sent that text, but now, since I’ve had you, I can't go back." His hand found my thigh and traveled upward. His intense eyes kept contact with mine as he reached my panties.
My breath caught as he pushed me back down onto the bed. He climbed over me, eclipsing my body with his massive, muscular one. He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine.
"I don't care if it's not a good time. I just confessed my love to you. If I don't act on this, I think I'm going to lose my nerve." He pressed his body against mine, his desire apparent. He trailed kisses down my face, kissing my chin, and neck, and running his tongue along my collarbone. I closed my eyes and moaned. I liked the aggressive need he had for me. He massaged my sex with his palm, sending delicious ripples of pleasure through me.
"Tell me I'm not crazy. Or that I am, but you like it," he begged.
"You’re not crazy," I panted, my back arching with need. He stopped massaging me to grab my panties and tug them down. His fingers found my wetness and slid between my folds.
"You like me obsessed, don't you?" He pushed a finger inside me.
"Mhmm..." I gasped.
"I love my little doll. You're perfect in every way. You're my dream girl. You invade my thoughts while I'm sleeping and when I'm not. I can't get you out of my mind. I feel like I'm going to die if I don't get my fix."
In one quick movement, he slid down, spread me open, and dove between my legs. I grasped his hair and pulled him deeper against me as he swirled his tongue deep into my pussy.
"That's right. Ride my face, Little Doll." His tongue was intense, and I was struggling not to go over the edge. The pleasure was so good, I wasn't ready for it to be over. I groaned as he focused his attention on my clit, sucking it, sending me spiraling. Warmth rushed over me. He kept going until my body stopped pulsing and I shoved him back, overwhelmed. He laughed, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and sat up.
"You gushed all over me. Good girl." He shoved his pajama pants down and pounced, shoving himself inside me. Thankfully, I was so wet there was no pain, instead, pleasure was instant. I loved the feeling of being filled so completely. Swayze's hands drifted under my nightgown, cupping my breasts.
"You've got perfect tits. I've never felt any as soft and good as yours. I swear, you were created just for me."
My mind flashed to Koi, and Swayze must have seen, because he thrust into me hard and chuckled. "And Koi, but we're not talking about him right now. Right now, it's just you and me."
He thrust deeper into me and quickly assumed a rhythm. I closed my eyes and relaxed, enjoying the way his cock pressed all the right buttons inside me. My next orgasm was building slower but stronger than the first.
"You take me so well. I thought it would take a lot longer to get used to my size, but you're such a good girl. I love you, Domino."
The words caused me to scream as I came. I clawed at Swayze's back, pulling him down to me. He came as I clenched my thighs around him, spilling himself inside me. When he was finished, he rolled over and lay beside me.
"Thank fuck, I feel like I can breathe again." He sighed.
Odd, I thought, turning to look at his beautiful profile. Because I felt like I couldn't.
Rule 37 - Koi
Swing hard on the first try.
The unlucky ones, or I guess, the lucky ones, as we were still alive, stood in a circle over Blane's body, waiting for Marisol to return. I looked around the group. Chitra, Grace, and Beth huddled together. Chitra and Beth were breaking down, while Grace held strong. Her eyes were cold and uncaring. Andrew kept sniffling and wiping his eyes but tried to keep his emotions in, while Mitchell sobbed openly into Mattias's shoulder.
"Who do you think wrote the note?" I asked, trying to keep my mind off the fact that we were waiting for shovels to bury a body.
My eyes swung to Grace again. She glared at me.
"I already told you it's not my mom. She barely leaves the house these days."
There was a loud rustling from behind us, and we turned to see Marisol coming back with her arms full. It wasn't until she reached us that we saw she was also carrying a backpack. In her arms, she had four shovels and a large machete.
Mattias hurried over, snatching the weapon from her. "Where the fuck did you get this?" he hissed, staring down at it.
"It's Uncle Carlos's. I found it in the garage."
"Why did you bring it?" Chitra asked.
"Protection," Marisol replied smoothly. It was oddly suspicious. Why not a more modern weapon, like a gun or a hunting knife? Not a fucking machete. "Are we doing this?" she asked.
"Yeah." Mattias shook his head and handed back the knife. He took the shovels instead and handed one each to Chitra, Grace, and Beth. He then turned to the men. "Alright, let's not make this a sexist thing, okay? You are the strongest people here. Grab a limb."
