Precum spurts from my dick as my balls draw up tight. Tingles shoot up and down my spine as my climax barrels in on me. My eyes zero in on my bloody cock, and the sight of it sends me to the finish line. I bend forward, shoving my cock deep inside Rayvn’s cunt in one swift thrust, wiping my fragile virginity and good intentions away in an instant. Her body jolts and she cries out silently with the intrusion. My hips stutter and pulse as jet after jet explodes from me in the strongest orgasm of my life.
I have to bite my cheek to stifle my scream of pleasure as her cunt flutters around me in another orgasm. I did that. Just the mere fact that my cock was inside her, filling her up, claiming her, sent her over the edge.
Mine. She’s mine now.
I stay inside her hot, tight pussy, letting the aftershocks send sparks through the both of us until my dick is completely limp. Slowly and regretfully, I pull myself from her body. I want to stay inside her all-fucking night.
Soon. I will soon.
I watch as a thick gush of our combined fluids follows my retreating shaft. I hate it. I want my cum back inside her where it belongs. My fingers scoop up as much as I can, and I shove it back in, fingering her deeply, pressing it into her womb. When I’m satisfied, I decide to put her period cup thing back in, keepingmeexactly where I belong. It’s a struggle, but I’m a smart guy, and after ten minutes, I figure that shit out. I straighten her nighty, kissing each thigh lovingly before climbing from the bed.
Her sheets are a disaster. It looks like a fucking crime scene but there’s nothing I can do about that right now. I move to cover her again, only to realize my hands are still bloody. So is my limp cock hanging between my thighs. I never want to shower again.
I smile as I leave her a bloody love note across her exposed chest. One word, letting her know that I didn’t stand her up. Bending down, I give in to one last urge. One I’ve had since the first time I saw her. I press my lips to Rayvn Porter’s.
My obsession. My woman. My future. Mine.
Standing, I tuck my dick away, wiping my hands on my jeans, so I don’t look so insane if I run into anyone on the way home. I cap the water bottle full of my woman’s sweet lifeforce and head back to my new apartment, two floors up. There may be a skip in my step as I leave her place, but hey, every dude who loses his virginity gets a little giddy.
Chapter Eighteen
Iwokeupbloodyand sore. Every inch of me hurt. I have bruises and scrapes covering most of my body. My pussy feels like someone shoved a fist in it. My sheets look like a murder took place while I slept. Yet, my Divacup is still in place. My clothes were on and relatively unscathed. There was no sticky cum residue down my thighs like I thought there might be. There was, however, a note…
Mine.
One word. In blood. My blood, I assume. Written across my chest.
What a fucking psychopath.
My psychopath.
I smile at my naked, marked-up body in the mirror before snapping a picture. I love the way I look. I look like someone devoured me. Destroyed me. I look like someoneenjoyedme. And I fucking love it.
I open up the Kinksters app and decide to toy with my…whatever he is. If he can come play with me, then I can play with him.
FoxBabe20: Good morning, Sunshine. I want your phone number. I want to text you like a normal person. I want to call you. I want to video chat. I want normalcy. Give me what I want, and I’ll give you a present.
I close out of the app and snap a few more photos while the tub fills up with scalding, delightful water. I make sure to capture all of my battle wounds like the trophies they are. I open my photos app and put them all in a hidden folder for safekeeping. Grinning like an idiot, I walk naked to the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee. I send a text to my dad’s phone, hoping Urma gets it while waiting for Wolfe to reply.
It's Sunday, and I have to go back to work tomorrow, but I’m hoping to visit my dad today. It’s time. He deserves a daughter who will show up for him, even when it’s hard. Even when it’s scary. My only regret is that I can’t bring Wolfe with me. I know I’d feel better if I didn’t have to face this alone. I don’t know what’s happened in the last few months, but he’s kind of become my person. Shiloh is off having her new life with her new family, andyes, I am exceedingly happy for her. But, I’m also more alone than I have been in a long time, especially with my dad being—absent.
My phone vibrates just as my coffee finishes brewing. I add a splash of creamer and grab the cup, heading back to my bath as I open the message.
Unknown Number: Good morning, Little Fox. Give me my present.
I grin into my cup like a fool. A wave of confusion washes over me as I realize he didn’t even have to ask for my number, but then I remember I’m dating a crazy, stalker tech genius. Shit. We’re really going to have to draw some boundaries eventually, aren’t we?
Except, I kind of love his crazy. A lot. I cackle to myself as I type out my response, knowing my alpha-possessive-bossy-psycho won’t like my dominance. Maybe he’ll punish me, but oh well. He needs to learn I’m only submissive when his dick’s out.
Me: Good boy.
Me: *Image*
Me: If you want more, I have another request.
I quickly save his number and climb into the steaming hot bath, groaning at the intense sensation. Every one of my muscles immediately melt into the water. Damn, I really needed this. I settle my coffee on the wooden bath tray that spans from one edge of my tub to the other. My current read and a candle are already settled on top, waiting for me to dive in. I set my phone down and sink into the water, letting it wash away my sins…and Wolfe’s.
I soak for a while, enjoying the peaceful calm that I haven’t felt in so long. There is a distinct quiet in my mind. A happiness that I thought stopped existing a long time ago. I never even felt this content and…completewhen I was with Oscar. And I definitely didn’t feel it with Mark, not that we ever successfully accomplished any scenes like Wolfe and I did last night.