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When I went to Naomi’s house that day and saw through the balcony door that she was alone, I planned to scare her a little, to play a prank by cutting off her lights and then jumping in front of her.
But the moment I grabbed her from behind, I knew, I just knew, that the child’s play wasn’t enough. The throb of her pulse beneath my fingers and the hitching of her breath was nothing like I’ve felt before.
Fear.
Raw fear that doesn’t even exist in horror films.
Deep fear that I fed from like a fucking junkie in need of more.
So I took it.
Even when she screamed.
Especially when she screamed.
Her pussy tightened with each of her sobs and wails. I believed the trembling of her limbs and the shaking of her legs as I tore through her cunt.
But I didn’t stop.
Not when she was at her limit and not when she sobbed or when she begged me to stop.
And definitely not when I realized she was a virgin.
Fuck me. I never cared much about that, and I ultimately preferred experienced girls, but when her blood coated my dick, a shot of ecstasy burst through me.
I’m her fucking first.
No clue why she waited this long, but I couldn’t give a fuck when she let my dick be the first inside her.
And now, I’m so tempted to make it the last.
Those thoughts intensified my fucked-up lust. I took and took until I became the beast I didn’t think I was capable of embracing.
Turns out, even I could reach new levels. Because I have a new surprise for her tonight.
After I went home that night, I told myself it would be a one-time thing, that we would both forget about how we fed off each other’s darkness and bury the experience in the past.
And yet, the thought of repeating it has been pulsing through me non-stop. It’s occupied my every waking moment. Right after I got to my apartment, I stood in the shower and jacked off to the sight of her blood on my dick and came faster than a pubescent teen with stamina issues.
But I fought going back to her house and climbing up to her window. Attempted to, anyway.
It was half-assed, but I picked up our text conversation right where I left off as if nothing had happened.
I intended to keep it that way.
But then I saw her today on campus.
Just the sight of her in her short black skirt and white top made me think about smearing her with my cum all over again.
My thought process only consisted of holding her down as she kicked and clawed while I fucked her senseless.
And just like that, any attempt of forgetting about what happened that night withered into thin air. Because the truth is, I can’t get enough.
I don’t think that’s possible in the near future.
Not when my heart thunders at the promise of a chase. Of grabbing her by the hair and forcing my dick into her tight cunt as she screams in both fear and pain.
Does that make me fucked up? Probably.
