Page 6 of Clear Your Mind

When she stood in the pit, arms wide, eager to be baptized in the dyed water the band was dousing the audience in, I went immediately hard.

I hadn’t fucked anyone since I donated my spleen to the Reno Hospital biohazard waste after the attack that should’ve killed me. The attack that I wish, more often than not,hadkilled me.

Not even the going away flesh parade that was offered to us before we throttled back from Reno all the way to the Lone Star state had tempted me. Not even close.

God, I’ve become a pathetic loser. The thought rips through me with a wave of rage in its wake. Those fuckers took everything from me.

Regardless of how detached sex has always been for me, it’s still a human connection I’ve been unwilling to make since my accident.

Accident isn’t right, it was a blitz attack. I was watching a family member of a friendly club when she was taken by a wannabe mob boss. One of the goons stabbed me in the gut before the other joined in to beat the shit out of me while the knife was wedged there. They dragged me into her house and left me for dead.

They’d wanted it to be slow and painful.

My thoughts were heading down a dangerous path and threatening to take my erection down with it.

“Hey,” she says over her shoulder. I shake the memories right out of my head at the sound of her voice.

Goddamn it, I’m sitting here, dick out, and her pretty cunt is right there. I really am losing my shit.

I slam her down on my aching cock. I need to get lost, and her pussy is exactly what I need. Her moans push any lingering thoughts of Reno or the attack out of my brain. I’ll fuck the memories away.

“Lips,” I grind out as she bounces on my dick. One hand sits on her hip, guiding her. I reach around with the other, grabbing her chin to turn her mouth to mine. I know she’ll have bruises from my rough handling, but I can’t find it in my heart to ease up. The thought of leaving my mark makes me even harder as our lips meet in a bumpy kiss. I bite her again.

I imagine the faint blue marks on her pale skin that’ll appear in the morning, and it shifts me into high gear.

Wrenching my mouth from hers, I push her forward and come up on my knees behind her. I need more control over the speed and depth.

I’m mindless in my lust and anger as I slam into her from behind.

A distant scratch at the back of my mind reminds me she’s not a club girl. Tonight is as much about her pleasure as mine.

I meter myself just enough to get her off first. Circling her clit and pinching her nipples has her on the verge of exploding. I bend over her back and growl, “Fucking come.” Then bite her neck hard enough to bruise.

She shudders and keens her pleasure. I release her neck from my teeth and praise her again. “Good girl.” My voice is softer than the one I used to order her to come.

At the first feel of her cunt rippling around my cock, I push myself back up roughly with a hand to her head. I smash her face into the bed and grip her hip brutishly as I pummel into her body.

The sight before me is almost perfection. I stare down at the impression of my teeth, and I’m right there, riding the edge, but I need more.

Triggering my ring, I spin it around with my thumb. Shallowly piercing the skin at her hip. Shifting my grip, I take in the small smear of blood and groan. She doesn’t even flinch.

“Good girl.”

This time, it’s more guttural groan than words. My eyes threaten to roll back in my head as I stare at the tableau before me. Pounding faster and faster until I empty myself into the condom. Immediately, I release her head so she can breathe.

She takes a great gulp of air, and I murmur a halfhearted apology. I didn’t intend to cut her without prior consent. Nor did I intend to smash her face into the bed so hard that the creases of the blanket emboss her skin.

At least not our first time.

Fuck, there I go again. I grip myself at the root and pull from her body, making sure not to have a condom mishap. Standing, I remove it, tie it in a knot, and toss it in the wastebasket.

I study her. She rolls over, eyes closed as she sprawls out on my bed with the look of a well-satisfied woman. I grab our clothes and practically run down the hall to toss them down the chute. I know Maxi will see them within minutes. If not, they won’t be any worse for wear down there rather than on my floor.

She looks like an angel, even though we’re still sticky from the concert and sex. I pull the covers back and settle us in.

Light sleep claims me after a while of staring at the woman in my bed. I haven’t slept well for a long time.

I wake her twice for quick encores before I slip into an unexpected deep sleep. Unlike anything I’ve known for years. For that fact alone, I can justify keeping her around.

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