"Thank you, thank you, thank you daddy!"
I feel him ram into my pussy one more time before flooding it with him cum. I slump onto the bed, on the brink of passing out. He kisses down my back. Darkness starts to cloud my vision and right before I succumb, I hear him, "mmmmm. Good job Sweet P."
I open my eyes. My whole body is sweating.
Fuck! I need to get in the shower. My pussy is so wet and I swear I smell him. I miss him-- No! Fuck him and his fucking kingdom!
With that being said, I get up from the bed, take off the bedding, and change it to a new set.
As I walk towards the bathroom, I chuck the dirty bedding and my soaked clothes into the hamper. I turn on the shower and take a piss while I wait for the water to heat up. I wash my hands afterwards. As I'm turning the water off, I look up in the mirror. I see this girl with milk chocolate brown skin, smooth face, light brown almonds eyes, medium sized nose, full lips, curly thick hair, 38 D cup-teardrop boobs, a small waist, and wide hips. I turn to the side. A scare on her hip from a knife; telling a story of a secret life, long in her past; a smooth fat ass, and thick thighs. This woman is beautiful, dangerously skilled, and intelligent.
Yet, he didn't choose me.
I snap out of my thoughts and get in the shower. I use my favorite organic body wash. I love this shit. I need Lindsay to stock me up on this. I'm running low. I thought about washing my hair, but procrastination kicked in and I decide to do it tomorrow. Once I'm done rinsing off, I turn off the water and step out the shower. Grabbing my towel, I wrap it around me, and walk out the bathroom.
I had half the mind to stop walking when I felt someone in my room. So that was the feeling I had since I getting up. I can't believe this shithead is here and my body knew before I fully did. I wonder how long he knew I was here.
Who the fuck am I kidding; he has probably known since I moved here 5 years ago.
I drop my towel on the floor as I walk to the darkened closet. I wanted him to see what he missed out on and can never have again.
Bitch! We both know if that man touches you, you would drop onto the bed and spread your legs ready to take all his babies.
I snap out of my thoughts. I need to show this fucker that he can't just show up out of the blue.
I walk closer to the false wall, where my guns are.
"I already took those."
I stop in my tracks.
Count to 10 Ryan.
I go to my coat rack for the spare gun I keep in my favorite jacket, "I got that too Sweet P."
I can hear the smile in his voice.
He thinks this is a game.That is fucking it!
I'm livid. I think about the last place I can try and I go to my trash can and drab the blade that I hid in there. I hide blades in the trash can for asshats like him that somehow find all my other weapons. No one suspects there to be one in there and apparently, neither did he.
I come out the closet naked and throw the blade at his head. I knick him on the cheek and he doesn't even flinch. "What the fuck are you doing here!"
He doesn't move from the chair in the corner, "Is that anyway to talk to your mate Sweet P?"
He looks me up and down and laughs, "I love that you came ready for me, but we will have to do something about that mouth of yours."
Without turning I grab the lamp on the dresser next to me and toss it at him. While he gets up to move, I run at him full speed. I use my momentum to push him back into the chair and I start raining punches on him. He blocks a lot of them, but takes a few. Deciding to chance it, he lets me get in two punches before he lifts me up by my ass and slams me down on the bed and lands on top of me. I can feel the wind being knocked out from me, but I don't let that stop me. I punch him in the jaw before he grabs my hands in one hand. I bring my head forward and headbutt in the mouth. He pulls my hands above my head and yanks my head back to the bed. I am naked with him in between my legs, hands above my head and my hair being pulled in his hand.
"Let me go!"
For a second he doesn't say a thing, his face stoic. He leans over to the side and spits out blood. Not on my fucking clean and brand new sheets, you fucker! He then turns back to me and his mouth lifts into a bloody smirk.
I laugh, "I guess I caused more damage than I thought."
Because that's the only thing I can do which is provoke him.
I suddenly felt this pressure grow heavy on my vagina. Of all the times to get caught in this position and run my mouth.
Way to go Ry!
He thrust forward making me gasp at the almost brutal force of the pressure applied to my pussy-- Awakening the hunger for him.
No, no, no, not now.
He swiftly leans down and takes my lips. I didn't have time to process what he was doing until it's too late. I can taste his blood in my mouth. All of a sudden he bites down on my tongue, making it bleed. When I try to close my mouth, the hand on my hair is released and relocated to my jaw to keep my mouth open. I can't do anything but take it or have a broken jaw. I taste our blood mixing together. My body betrays me and heats up; my breast becomes heavy, nipples hard. Small jolts of electricity shooting from my heart to my pussy as it thickens; becoming swollen and dripping wet.
His deep-voiced laugh creates goosebumps on my skin, "I see you kept my pussy wet for me."
