Page 31 of Petty's Crime

I don’t understand how she has this effect on me.

RoseLyn had been strong. She’d walked out. But she hadn’t gotten away scot-free. And therein lies my problem. Neither would I. Britney would not let me go easily.

I berate myself, put forward arguments and counter them, wondering why I’m unable to get over this blind spot in my mind, regretting I didn’t change my phone number, and trying to come up with something that would rid Brit from my life. In the dark it’s easy to be strong, but when daylight comes and I’m faced with her, any plans I’ve come up with will be smashed into dust. She just has that effect on me.

Eventually my tired mind blanks out, and at some point when I close my eyes, they stay shut.

But I’m still not free. Visions haunt me. Memories of the past merge with the present. A nightmare where my brothers all laugh as Britney regales them with a list of my deficiencies. Then Red’s there, stripping my cut, disgust in his eyes, knowing I’m so weak.

Then, as if to punish me further, I get a fucking dream that seems only too real. Hands lower my zipper and start caressing my balls, slowly massaging my dick into wanting some action. A wet warm mouth engulfs me. While I know this is all in my head, my hips thrust, a swallowing action almost making me lose my load.

Just when I’m nearing the point of no return, the mouth pulls away, turning my dream sour.Even in sleep I’m left unsatisfied.But before I can groan in frustration, there’s the sensation of lips surrounding my dick again. But this time it’s different, and it’s a pussy bearing down, enveloping my cock so snugly, it makes me gasp, and my hands grip the blanket.

RoseLyn. The name comes unbidden to my mind.Fuck, this feels good.I’ve not had a wet dream since I was a teen, but I’m happy to go with the flow right now.RoseLyn.I picture her in my head, bouncing on my dick, and in my sleep, I know that I smile. Seems I don’t need to like her to get aroused.

I can’t believe the strength of my imagination. My hands are nowhere near my dick, yet it feels like it’s being squeezed. This time I do groan aloud, from pleasure.

The sound from my mouth wakes me up, but the feelings continue and the dream doesn’t end.Something’s not right. My eyes open to enough light to allow me to see Britney, naked, on top of me.

This is no fucking dream. It’s a nightmare.

I want to stop, but my hips buck of their own volition, muscle memory ignoring the sanity signals from my brain. This isn’t what I want, but she’s got me so far gone, so close, I can’t fucking help my response.

While my body responds on reflex, my brain continues to whirr. “Brit, stop.” Even I admit my voice sounds weak.

Britney grinds against me, murmuring seductively, “I’m your wife. No need to stop, not when this feels so good. And it feels good, doesn’t it, lover?”

Good, fucking fantastic. But I don’t want this. I don’t want her. Sex will just complicate everything. But as she rides me like she’s riding a fucking bronco, her body misinterprets my attempts to buck her off.

“Brit. No,” I plead.

This feels so wrong. Nothing about this is right. She’s got me aroused in a moment of weakness, in that state between waking and being asleep. Now I’m fully awake and know the last thing I want to do is ejaculate into her cunt.

But my cock’s got other ideas. While my brain is screamingno,blood is making my dick swell, and I’m unable to stop the betraying tingle in my balls and the resultant explosion as I would be able to halt the eruption of a volcano.

Her fingers are furiously working her clit, successfully as she clamps down around me and I’m completely lost. With a roar that’s part relief and part disgust, I thrust up inside her, holding myself there as the inevitable happens and semen bursts out of me.

For a moment, we’re lost in our individual ecstasies. Wanted or not, the draining result is the same. I come to my senses as I open my eyes and see her smiling down at me.

I push her off then roll myself from underneath her and stumble to the bathroom, only making it just in time before my stomach heaves and the bowl gets filled with vomit. I lean over until there’s no more to bring up.

I flush, wipe my mouth with a paper towel and splash my face. My hands are shaking and my legs feel weak.

As I zip my jeans and look at my reflection, I see a stranger staring back at me. Someone so pale it looks like all the blood has drained from their face, their eyes blank and haunted.

I’ve had sex when I didn’t want to.

I had sex with the last woman I should have allowed near my dick.

If she hadn’t have gotten me to the point of no return before I fully woke up, I’d have thrown her off me. I hadn’t given my consent.

I’d said no. She ignored me.

I feel like something’s been stolen from me.

We didn’t use a condom.

What if I just made her pregnant?

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