“Fuck me.” I cry out as Brandon bends me over the bed roughly with his fist wrapped around a few strands of my hair.I need to feel something because right now I am hopelessly lost. On the way home we got into a big fight about the waitress. The whole time I found myself wondering “Why didn’t he just tell her to go “Fuck off?”Honestly, if I had allowed a man to talk to me that way in front of Brandon, he would have gone ballistic and then punched him or something like that. However, when he didn’t stop her, I couldn’t take it any longer and decided that I would either tell him or I would combust. In hindsight, I guess screaming at the top of my lungs while walking down the street, probably wasn’t the best course of action. Especially, when I alarmed an officer, who a minute later decided that I was being kidnapped or harmed.When he turned to look at us, I saw his response immediately and it wasn’t a good one. Raising his hand up to his radio, I swallowed hard and realized exac
For the rest of the day, we relax after we engage in some extracurricular activities in the shower. Matter of fact, I have never felt dirtier than I did after I walked out because I had originally thought that I would try out a few ideas on him. However, instead he used me over and over again until I couldn’t take it anymore. Lying on my side of the bed with my eyes closed and feeling contented, I remember that as soon as I stepped in behind him, he turned to reveal his full lips and a smirk that played at the corners of them. As I gazed up at his eyes, I noted that they were hooded and filled with need. But what put me over the edge was the fact that after he turned on the hot water, his hand automatically lowered to his thickening cock.Piercing my lips, I dropped to my knees and removed his hand from him before I flicked my tongue out and licked the tip. Mm, he tasted so good that I could eat him up. To be honest, at the time, I had planned on it anyways. But I needed to wr
“The circle of life must go on. With every life lost a new one is born.” I murmur under my breath as this saying keeps rolling around in my head over and over.Looking over at my mom, I feel a little bit better knowing that she has been sleeping comfortably in her hospital bed for a couple of hours. As I scan the room, the stark white walls are almost too much for me and the headache I have been nursing. “It looks like someone forgot to clean up the blood on the floor.” I say softly so I don’t wake her up.“That must have been left over from when they had to do emergency surgery on her a couple of hours after she came in.” Brandon says quietly when he looks down at what I am staring at and sees the blood there. Earlier, I was told that when she arrived, she only had mild chest pains, but then it quickly turned into a life and death situation that called for surgery. Having no time to move her, the doctors cracked her ribs and operated as she lay on this very bed. Of course, now
On the way home, I can’t help but to close my eyes because the tears just won’t stop falling. “How could this happen?” I think to myself before I finally stop and feel his hand brush across mine.Opening my eyes slowly, I cock my head and stare at Brandon while he drives fast down the long dark road towards home. Glancing at the clock, I realize that it is almost 10 p.m. and on a better night, I would have normally been stripping at the club before Brandon and I became truly serious. Wondering what it would be like to do it one more time, I stop to think, “Would he even let me now?”I know I made a promise to not do it, but that was before my mom died. Perhaps, it would be a good thing by getting my mind off her death and it might even stop me from doing something even more stupid later. “Honey, stop here!” I exclaim quickly when an idea suddenly pops into my head.Slamming on the breaks, he stares at me while demanding in a deep tone that sounds more like a growl then anything,
Hours later, as I do my best to get comfortable while Brandon snores lightly next to me, I stretch my arms out straight in front of me and hold them there for a second before I glance over at him. I must admit that he looks so peaceful while he is sleeping. Yet, I doubt that anyone would ever suspect that he would make love to me like he does, with such intensity and power. Just thinking about it, I lick my lips as I begin to wonder if he really would let me strip again. Before I begin to plan out exactly how I am going to approach the subject later, I stare out into the darkness, and I could swear I see a shadowy figure staring at me from the woods. As I get a little creeped out by it, a scary thought pops in my head for some reason, “Maybe they got an eyeful earlier and are now back for dessert.” Swallowing hard, I quickly think of other things as soon as I check to make sure the doors are locked. “Good, now back to the plan.” I whisper as I glance over at Brandon who is stil
All the way home, I sit quietly next to him with my arms folded over my chest because I feel so bad for opening my damn mouth. "Why didn't I just forget about it?" I begin to wonder when I get a bad feeling in my gut. At first, it was this gnawing feeling, but when we turned the corner towards home, I saw the house and it hit me full force. Closing my eyes, I wish that I had never brought it up in the first place because I could lose everything, but now it is far too late to turn back. I have already broken my promise and he probably will never forget it. Scooting down in the seat lower, I glance over at Brandon before one stray thought pops into my head, “Well, I might as well enjoy it for what it is and give it my all tonight.”It disturbs me because I can’t help but to smile at the fact that I won. Shaking my head, I murmur under my breath, “What is wrong with me?”He turns his head to glance at me quickly before giving me a questioning look, “What do you mean?” He asks in a
Once I clean up, we head to the kitchen. "Sugar, I could eat a whole ass cow right now." He says in a sarcastic tone with a smirk on his face.When his stomach begins to growl, I turn to glance at him for a second before a giggle erupts from my lips. He winks at me as he stares lovingly and then says, “Well. I bet you’re as hungry as I am. Do you think we have anything in the fridge to make for lunch?” while he reaches over and wipes a stray strand of hair from my cheek as we reach the kitchen.“Just in time.” I state softly under my breath because I am starting to feel faint. If I don’t get something in me soon, I may just keel over any minute now.Glancing over at me before sitting on the stool directly in front of the counter, he asks, “Hm?”“Oh, nothing. I am starting to feel famished and if I don’t eat soon, you might need to take me to the hospital.” I state absentmindedly as I open the fridge and search for something salvageable to make. Scanning the shelves, I find a li
An hour later the phone rings as we are getting dressed and when I look into his eyes, I begin to wonder what exactly is going on. “Who is on the phone?” I ask him softly, so I don’t interrupt him while he is talking. Shaking his head as he frowns, he waves at me and then takes the phone into the next room. Now, I am really beginning to wonder, but instead of trying to listen in, I sit down on the bed and brush my hair. Making sure that I look perfect for tonight, I start to hear his voice get louder before he walks back in with a smile on his lips. “Sugar are you ready?” he asks happily before he leans down to kiss me on the forehead sweetly.Feeling the warmth of his breath on my skin, I close my eyes and wish that for once, I didn’t have to go strip. Opening my eyes when he straightens up, I nod, and then clear my throat before answering him by saying, “Yep, I sure am.”Standing up, I take his outstretched hand before straightening out my green and red plaid, schoolgirl skirt