Page 48 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
“You wanna make a mess for me?” he asked, filling in the same gap between us. My breathing labored.
“Yes,” I answered, barely audible. He backed me up against the bookshelf behind me.
“I think you already made a mess.” His hand slithered down the front of my skirt and made its way into my panties. “Mmhm.” He glided his middle finger between my slits and slipped it into my dripping wet pussy. I was already moist from reading, but seeing him standing here in the flesh, I wanted him and I wanted all of him.
He eased his finger out of me and sucked my juices off it. “You want me?”
“Yes.”
Hiking my skirt over my hips, he pushed my panties to the side and lifted my right leg. “How much?”
“So bad,” I whispered, brushing the tip of my nose against his.
“Prove it.” He whipped his dick out and placed it at my opening. The book slipped from my clutches when he entered me.
“Ungh.” He thrust, rocking the bookshelf. I gripped it to hold my balance. “I’ve been thinking about this.” My lips pressed against his neck.
His hand wrapped around my throat, penning me against the bookshelf. “When I call, you answer that phone. You hear me?” I didn’t respond, my mind was focused on the climax that was building inside me.
His grip on my neck grew stronger, intensifying the sensation inside me. “You don’t hear me fucking talking to you?”
“Fuck, yes, I hear you!”
“You been a bad girl. Hold that nut ’til I tell you that you can cum.”
“Bu-bu?—”
“Hold that shit.”
I clenched down on my teeth, praying that I’d be able to hold this. My juices flowed down my inner thigh.
“I—I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” He moaned in my ear, fucking my head up even more.
“Please. I wanna cum.”
“How badly?” The tip of his tongue brushed against my lips.
“So bad.” My eyes shot open and I stared him into his. The way he looked at me, he’s never looked at me that way before.
“I love you,” left his lips.
“I know.” His grip grew tighter, and I could feel the life leaving my lungs.
“Cum. Cum with me.”
At the drop of a dime, I came, screaming like a wounded animal. He released inside me and waited ’til the pulse left his dick before removing it from me. Maniac planted my foot back on the floor and I eased my skirt back down over my hips.
“Collect yo’ stuff. We going home.”
I don’t care what anyone says, when that man tells me to do something, I jumped. It turns me on so badly. I don’t think I’m ever coming up off him.
Tyree
I paced outside the package store with my cap on my head and my hands in my pockets, debating if I wanted to go in there for the second time today to grab some more liquor. Lately, it’s been the only thing that helps me get through the days. I fucked up. Majorly. Roc was at my head, which meant I couldn’t go home. At least not ’til I figure out how to make shit right.
Trayvon was right. I couldn’t do this shit on my own. I don’t know what made me think that I could. Being in the game so long, fucked me up mentally. It took over my life and got me addicted to some shit that I never thought I’d be taking. Cocaine is ruining my life, and I’m to the point that I don’t know what to do about it no more.
