But then, it’s not as if I can make words right now.
It’s not as if I can think right now either.
All I can do is squirm and twist and writhe under his hands, under his ministrations.
But I do remember to keep my arms up above me and keep quiet. I do remember to not make a single sound. I’m even quieter than on the nights he does stuff my mouth with my soaked panties. I’m even more careful. I’ll be damned if anyone dares to harm him.
By the time he’s done preparing me, I’ve come three times I think and I’ve soaked him, my thighs, my sheets that many times as well. And I’m so mindless and hungry for him, my asshole clenching, that I hardly feel any pain.
When he enters.
When he rocks in and out and gains entry one inch at a time.
Or maybe I do feel the pain. I do feel the stretch of invasion, of being conquered by his monster dick, but the pleasure, the victory of having him there, the fact that I did it and he helped me get there, wins over any discomfort that I might be feeling.
My love for him wins over everything else.
And I whisper, all sweaty and flushed, my head lolling side to side, my vision blurry, “I l-love you.”
I can’t say what happens then.
Because I don’t know for sure.
Because I’m too delirious to know anything except the stretch of my asshole and throb of his dick inside of it as he moves in and out. But I feel him shudder. I feel him go all hot and heavy and… relaxed even, his sweaty limbs rubbing against mine, slipping with his strokes.
I hear him moan and grunt and then I feel his lips on mine.
Pressing tender kisses. Drooling kisses.
Sloppy kisses, slippery and wet.
So wet that when we break apart, we’re still attached by the threads of our spit. Saliva from his tongue pools into my mouth and I think we’re one. I’ve never been this close to anyone, exchanging breaths, exchanging fluids, exchanging love.
This is love.
So wild and sick and so pretty.
And I don’t know how it’s possible but I come once again, clenching around his rod in my ass, and I feel him coming too. Filling my channel with his cream.
And it’s wonderful.
And we both love it so much that we don’t stop coming for ages.
Even when we do stop coming, we don’t stop kissing.
We’ll never stop kissing.
We’ll never stop…
But we do.
And we do it with a bang.
A crash and a scream and then my vision is reduced to flashes.
Reign being pushed away from me. My mother’s horrified face. My mother’scryingface. Reign being dragged out of my room by someone. Someone I can’t see because my mother is now bent over me. My mother’s doing something to my hands. When my hands go free I realize that she was untying the belt.
But I don’t want her to untie the belt.