I find myself staring at this blank screen. Blank and white. I have stared for so long that I am beginning to see pixels in the monitor, and each little fleck of white is edged by a rainbow. Rainbows are happy things, but this does not take me to happy places. The mind wanders as it will.
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Hand slides slowly upwards, creeping over my flesh to the juncture of my thighs. I feel his fingertips moving clumsily over the crotch of my panties, and I hear him saying something to me, but I've checked out already. I simply nod. His fingers stroke, and tease until he can feel my wetness through the thin cloth of my underwear. I know he's getting hard, if he isn't already, thinking it has something to do with his skill. He's not terrible, mind you, but there is something about him I find so revolting I can't bring myself to fuck him while sober. I can't bring myself to submit.
His hands slide under my hips, lifting them from the bed as thumbs hook in the straps of my underwear and slide them down over my legs. The bedroom air is cool, and it sends a shiver up my spine. He shifts so he is leaning over me, parting my legs and pressing between them. Naked again, and I'd missed him pulling his shorts off. I can feel his hard cock rubbing against my folds, his hips moving with slow, patient thrusts. Despite how much I dislike him, I have to admit he's rather well endowed. Thick, long, painfully so at times when he's not done his job properly, or bothered to even try. Despite myself.. I moan, and my heart skips a few beats as its pace increases.
His breath is hot on my neck, teeth sharp as they dig in, sending a little tremble through my body. I could hate him until the end of time, but he knows that biting will get me going, no matter what else might fail. He doesn't let up, stroking himself against my wet pussy until his entire cock is slick with my juices. My throat will be bruised tomorrow from his teeth, but even as he digs a little harder into flesh, I don't really feel the pain.
He nudges my thighs a little wider, looking down between us as he pants for breath, watching the way his cock moves against my body even as his hands move to my wrists, dragging them overhead. He only needs one hand to pin them into the pillows, holding me firmly in place as he grasps his cock at the base and begins to press the tip against my opening. He's almost timid with his thrusts, but it isn't really that. I'm far too tight for him. And it takes him several hard thrusts to get the head to pop inside of me. My back arches as my cunt is stretched open for him, my eyes remaining firmly closed as I gasp softly, holding my breath as he slowly feeds his length into my body.
It hurts. Even through the drugs and my own significant lubricant it hurts to have him taking me again. That initial thrust, I know, will be slow, almost gentle, but only because I am so tight around him he finds his way difficult. Once he's hilted himself within he, he waits a moment, leaning over my breasts and biting into them, leaving his marks all down my body as he keeps me pinned there. As he pulls out, he groans, a long, low, primal sound of lust and I shiver.
His next thrust is not so kind. Free hand circles around my waist, dragging my hips up off the bed and into his hips as he thrusts deeply into my body once more. I squeeze my eyes shut at the jolt of pain as the head of his cock is buried within the depths of my belly once again, soft cry parting my lips, followed by a soft whimpering moan. He takes me then, claims me as his little slut, fucking me with an erratic, almost desperate pace.
My body betrays me and my feelings, each thrust of his narrow hips sending me closer and closer to the plateau of orgasm. I reach mine well before his, as his thrusts take an almost violent turn. Each downward stroke drives my round ass into the mattress, again and again, my tits bouncing painfully on my chest while his mouth assaults my nipples with lips, tongue, and teeth all at once. Sucking, biting, tugging, he makes them ache. Soon my moans have turned to cries between frantic breaths, my nails digging into the palms of my hands until I feel blood spilling over the nails. He doesn't notice, or seem to care.
I can feel him throbbing inside my spasming cunt, his balls slapping against my ass as he fucks me harder, trying to drive himself to my very core, his grunts and groans of pleasure in harmony with my own voice. I yelp softly as the first shot of cum splashes against my inner walls. Hot, burning in that tight channel he's made raw with his presence, and I feel each subsequent one after the first, his cock thrust deep into my belly, hips grinding against my groin.