Page 18 of The Death of Kisses

“Lee,” I pleaded as my pussy clenched around his cock. There was no stopping the waves of pleasure as I struggled to breath against it all. I pinched my eyes tight, trying to chase the momentum of him. The way his body fit perfectly into mine. Two pieces of a puzzle that were solved and beautifully centered within each other.

My hands gripped grass as his lips surrounded my breast, and for one fleeting moment pure euphoria wrapped itself around my body and mind.

“Lilly,” he groaned, his pace faltering.

“I love you,” the words left me as the earth shattering orgasm ripped through me.

“Lilly,” Lee's gentle kisses slowly stirred me from my dreams, awakening a fire deep inside.

"Hmm?" I murmured softly, reluctance clinging to my voice.

"We have to go," he whispered, his voice filled with urgency yet tenderness that made my heart race.

“I don’t wanna,” I muttered, clinging to the fleeting comfort of sleep, unwilling to let go of this moment.

“I know, Lilly-bug,” Lee lazily muttered with such warmth, “but it's been too long already.” He gently pulled my arms, a bittersweet act that made my chest tighten.

“What time is it?” I asked sleepily, voice thick with exhaustion and longing.

“It’s about ten,” he answered softly, “we must’ve fallen asleep. Charlotte’s probably still waiting for you. Your phone lit up a few times.” There was a trace of guilt in his tone, as if he knew how much this moment meant and hated to pull me away.

Hearing that, my heart jolted—suddenly wide awake, I shot upright, my head knocking into his in the process.

“Ouch,” I groaned, a sharp sting echoing my sudden jolt.

Lee chuckled warmly, reaching out to hand me my shirt, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and regret.

“I’m in so much trouble,” I whispered, panic rising. “I was supposed to be there half an hour ago.” I glanced at my phone, the screen flooding with a dozen missed texts from Charlotte—each one a reminder of my neglect. Damn it.

“Lee, take me back to my car,” I demanded, half-shoving him as I scrambled to grab my pants, my heart pounding with a need to make this right.

13

WORST YEAR OF MY LIFE

6 months ago - April 20 - Town of Coldwater - Population 1,251 - 17 yr old

Iwanted the rage to go away, pleaded with myself for the pain to go away. Every single fiber of myself wanted it to end right there. It had been a month and yet every memory came back like a tidal wave. Every unwanted, undeserved feeling crashed into me. My body wasn’t my own anymore and like the tide pulls the sand away from the shore I was ripped away from my innocent self once again.

The child in me wanted to scream and cry. Thrusted back into the perpetual nightmare of the rape, flashes of his Cheshire grin. His dick as it slammed repeatedly into me. The soft lull of raindrops on concrete.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

The puddle to my left that swallowed my cries, the patter of raindrops as they soaked into my long hair. That strange reflection of a girl no longer herself. Owned by a man who didn’t care. Didn’t think past his dick shoving into my pussy. It was so clear, so fresh. I wanted to break down.

Instead, I stared at the positive pregnancy test like it was my worst nightmare, because it was my worst fear.

There was no doubt in my mind this pregnancy wouldn’t last, I just needed someone to take me… and that someone was Lilly. Older, her birthday was coming up. I looked toward the bed where she was passed out, her body glowed in the moonlight like a soft white halo. Incredible to look at even better to touch. Her shirt rode up causing goosebumps to pebble her fair skin. I stared at her for too long wondering if this was the moment. Could it be the moment?

I moved to get up, but the clattering of the plastic stick to the ground stopped me in my tracks. The test. Those two lines. They taunted me like Lilly’s blonde hair, always so close but so far away.

That’s it. She’ll have to take me. Dad would be disappointed I didn’t defend myself, Lee would be distraught. There was no room for their sympathy in my mind. No room for mistakes in the Callahan family.

Throwing the test in the waste bin under the sink I walked back to Lilly. She looked oblivious to the world, like there wasn’t a care or worry.