Page 62 of One Spicy Summer

I no longer hear from Rafe, Rygaard has become a distant memory in a life where everything was perfect, and Agatha…

Oh, Agatha.

She’s stuck with me through thick and thin, even when I tried so hard to push her away. ‘No, we’re in this together and I will not let you kill yourself. You will see him again some day. Don’t let that day be today.’

I heard her loud and clear, but still did what I wanted.

Fucked who I wanted and kept on doing drugs.

“Presley, get down here!” Keifer yells from downstairs.

He and I weren’t in a real relationship, he’s just my current fuck buddy.

I’d always considered him a friend. Even in high school, when things with me and Rygaard went to shit, he was there.

He was a great friend, but not the best one because he’s the one that introduced me to drugs. I know it started off withjust the occasional antidepressant, but when he saw that wasn’t working, he introduced me to the harder stuff, and I’ve been hooked since.

I have no money, no job, but I can cook and fuck, and I’m convinced that’s the only reason he keeps me around.

It’s been seven years since I’ve been slutting around town, not doing shit with myself.

Maybe I need to turn my life around. I think, tossing the covers off me so I can get out of his plush bed.

Running down the stairs, because I know not to keep him waiting, I find him standing in the kitchen, fixing a cup of coffee.

“You rang?” I ask.

“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady.” I hate it when he talks to me like I’m an invalid child.

“I didn’t take any tone with you, Keif. Can we not do this? Today of all days.” I groan, taking a seat at the island.

“And what day is that?” Leave it to him not to take into consideration what this day means to me.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He turns around, placing his cup on the counter before he strides over to me.

Gripping my chin in his larger-than-life hands and pulling my face toward his, he says, “What the fuck did you just say?”

Keifer has a really bad temper and he thinks just because he supplies my drug addiction, among other things, he can treat me like dirt.

I suppose he can since I’ve been letting him since he introduced me to drugs all those years ago. He thinks he owns me.

In a way… He does, but I’m not backing down.

“I asked if you were fucking-”Smack!

The hit catches me off guard and stings, but I won’t let him see the hurt on my face. Yanking me out of my chair, he pulls me closer.

“Watch the way you speak to me, Presley.” He barks, tearing his hand away from my face, only to slide it down to my sleep shorts. “You know what happens to ungrateful, little bitches like you?” I know exactly what’s about to happen, but I say nothing. It’s better this way. “I use their bodies how I see fit, because that’s all you’re good for. Giving head and taking dick like the pretty, little slut you are.”

His words should hurt and they do, but not enough for me to cry about them. Instead, I feel my pussy tingle with excitement with what he’s going to do next.

Pulling my shorts down and bending me over the island, I listen to his zipper being pulled down. “Let me feel if my pussy is ready for me.” He says, taking his free hand and running it along my seam. “Just as I suspected. My nasty girl is already so wet for me.” He hums, pressing my stomach against the island.

Lining his dick up to my entrance, he doesn’t say another word before he slams inside. “God, you’re so tight. You feel like a virgin, I get to break in time and time again.” He roars, pumping inside me.

“Mmm.” I moan, praying he thinks I’m being good enough to get my fix for the day. One of his hands slides down to my leg and lifts. “Keif, my God.”

“I like the sound of that. I am your God, because none of this would be possible without me.” He groans, finishing inside me before I have a chance to come. “Don’t worry,” he says, pulling out of me, “my boys are going to finish you off.”

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