Page 109 of Hurts So Good

“Good girl,” he praised. He gently worked his two fingers in deeper, taking much more care than my boyfriend ever had.

Between his thumb stroking my clit and his fingertips rubbing my vaginal walls, tingles of pleasure erupted, and I could feel my wetness seep out, allowing him a smoother stroke.

“My very good girl,” he complimented. “Look how wet you are getting for me.”

My sick, perverted psyche preened as lust overtook all reason and morals. “Please,” I begged softly. “Please.”

“How can I resist when you beg so pretty?”

I felt his erection press against my entrance, and with a lift of his hips, he slid into my core, his lips capturing mine as I groaned from the sharp pain. He was large. Thick and long. But he made it hard to concentrate on the pain when he kissed me like this.

He didn’t move right away, allowing my body time to adjust to his girth. And when he did finally move, he did so in slow, steady thrusts.

I found his cock a lot smoother than his fingers, and while it hurt to have him this deep, I didn’t mind.

And so he made love to my body, and for a brief time, I ignored reality and lost myself in the sensation and taste of him. I didn’t think it was possible, but his masterful ability to command my body had me crying out like an experienced woman. I came, screaming into the night, and he spewed within me.

“You’re perfect,” he said then kissed me again.

I felt him withdraw and lift off me. I had yet to open my eyes. I waited. I felt him pull the knife out. The fabric around my wrists went slack. I waited…

What now? Was he going to kill me?

I said the Lord’s Prayer.

And three Hail Mary.

…Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death…

I then heard the roar of a motorcycle.

My eyes popped open to the night sky.

He was gone.

And I was alone.

I stared at the stars, and LL Cool J’s newest release, Hey Lover, floated out into the now still night…

“…this is more than a crush…”

The End?

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