Page 85 of Intoxicated
I’m not sure I could do this every damn day. I’m exhausted. The only thing keeping me going is the promise of pleasing her.
“Look at me.” Her labored words are because of her restricted airway. I lessen my grip, momentarily afraid of hurting her. Yet that only gets me a bigger grin of defiance. “I’m your slut, Drew Benton. Make me feel like it.”
Maybe it’s what she’s said. Maybe I’ve been fucking for so long that I can’t go any more. Or maybe I’m such a sad sack of shit that there’s no hope for either of us.
As Cher’s eyes roll back in her head from another orgasm, I pull my cock out of her and jerk the very last of my cum wherever the hell it will go. Some of it lands on her face. More of it lands on her tits. Cher collapses into a panting lump of cum-covered glee.
While I finally succumb to the end of my bed, she throws her head back in laughter.
Those aren’t euphoric giggles. That’s her embracing who she really is.
And that other sound you hear? The one knocking you unconscious from how powerful it is?
That’s my heart plummeting into my empty loins. I get it. I finally understand. The puzzle that so many men have tried to solve. The secret to destroying Cher Lieberman.
Who she is. Whysheis the way she is.
How had I never seen it before? It’s right there in the glistening seed sliding down her breast.
“You get off on it.” I back away, my cock still not quite soft after all of that. Yet I feel it. I’m about to collapse. The nightmare has only begun. “You fucking get off on it.”
Her laughter comes to a slow. Cher pushes herself up, unperturbed by everything slipping down her skin. Seed. Sweat. Her own dignity. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
My sigh isn’t for me. Nor is it for her. It’s the only way I can think clearly, now that my need tofuck fuck fuckhas been temporarily sated. “You get off on feeling like a slut. That’s why you can’t stand being in a ‘real’ relationship. That’s the honest reason you want to be alone. So you can fuck anyone you want and keep that dream alive.”
After everything she’s begged me to call her, you’d think that would please her.
Instead, Cher slowly stands up, facing the truth I’ve flung in her face.
I know she’s going to slap me and leave. I don’t expect it to sting so much.
