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He fucks me hard and merciless, obliterating my rational mind with each thrust of his. I’m clawing at his back, feeling his rugged hard muscles under his shirt. I close my eyes, imagining how he must look naked. I wish I had ripped his shirt out before we started fucking, but oh well.
I hiss through my gritted teeth as he keeps on thrusting, my pussy gripping his shaft viciously. I already feel on the verge of coming again, and that means I’m about come for the –oh, I’ve lost count already! This is the first time something like this is happening to me.
“I’m about to –” I start, but the words die in my throat as he thrusts harder than before, burying his cock so deep inside my pussy that I’m actually surprised I’m still conscious. My muscles start spasming as if I’m having a seizure, my eyes rolling in their orbits. I’ve lost all control of my body and if he wasn’t holding me I’d just fall to the floor like a ragdoll.
“Come, come for me,” I tell him, resting my head on his shoulder.
Maybe it’s because I told him to, or maybe it was already going to happen anyway, but the moment my words reach him his cock pulses almost too violently inside my pussy. I moan as that happens, ripples of pleasure spreading from my loins to the rest of my body, and then he starts coming with a groan.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his cum gushing a river of warm cum inside of me. I press my mouth against his shoulder, a shiver going up my spine each time his cock pulses and shoots his seed inside of me. He keeps on coming for what seems like forever, his cum dripping out of my pussy and making its way down my thighs and legs.
Groaning again, he takes his cock out of me slowly and then puts me down. I lean back against the wall once more, taking a deep breath as I feel strands of cum sliding down my legs.
I slide down to the floor, sitting down on it while I try to catch my breath. My lungs feel as if they’re on fire, and my heart is beating so fast I wouldn’t be surprised if it rips a hole through my chest and simply jump out.
I hear Blake sitting down next to me, and without knowing what I’m doing I reach for his hand. I softly place my fingers on top of his, and simply hold his hand.
When I open my eyes, he’s looking straight at me. There’s something about his gaze that I can’t really describe, and so I just smile at him while squeezing his hand in mine.
“I was right,” he whispers, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re different.”
“Different? How?”
“I exactly don’t know yet…I’m just sure of it,” he tells me, smiling warmly back at me, and his words make me feel…I don’t even know. God, why am I suddenly at a loss for words? Why do I even call myself a writer?
That’s beside the point anyway.
Thing is, all this should be nothing but a fun romp…but I’m finding that there’s more to all this than just ‘fun’.
Chapter 8
Blake
There’s a buzzing…or maybe it’s a low hum. Either way it’s pulsing through my body and I’m wide awake at 4 a.m.
What I feel is nearly impossible to describe, except to say it’s the complete absence of the dullness that’s filled me for months. Call it boredom, call it a lack of inspiration. Whatever name you give it, the gigantic red stop sign that's been sitting in front of my face, the one with the words, “The struggle is real”, is finally gone. Can I get an amen?
Yeah, yeah, I know, what am I whining about? From the outside looking in, my life is one long conga line of fabulous. I’ve got a dope apartment, serious cash, women whenever I want them, and my career is…well…who wouldn’t want it.? Everyone thinks I’m living the dream.
Well, fuck ‘em, because until right this minute, something was definitely missing – and now, for some inexplicable reason, I feel energized.
Maybe it’s her.
Next to me, Katherine stirs and the sheet slips just enough so that I can see the sensual curve of her hip and her long legs. Her bare back is exposed and my fingers recall the softness of her skin. I lie on my side propping my head up with my hand, and stare at her. I can’t help it.
I’m not used to women spending the night, but Katherine is… different. Beautiful. Sexy. Alluring. She's all those things…and something else. I just can’t give it a name yet.
But I’m not making a move, which is unusual for me. There’s something going on here.
Between the buzz I feel, and naked Katherine a few inches away, I’m actually torn about what to do. Unmoving, I watch as her chest rises and falls with each breath, and in my mind’s eye I imagine her against the warm golden tones of an evening sunset as I sketch the outlines of her body on a canvas.
It’s clear, I’m bewitched and I chuckle to myself thinking she’s somehow put a spell on me. There’s no other way to explain the gravitational pull I feel for her, because women don’t usually affect me like this. It’s always been the other way around. But this one…
I chastise myself. Okay, don’t get stupid. The only powers she has she used last night. They may have felt supernatural, but it was just flesh on flesh. Don’t put too much into this.
I raise my hand to touch her luscious skin but stop short. I can’t believe I’m restraining myself from reaching over and taking her because this isnothow I play this game.
I want her, but at the same time there’s an equally powerful sensation tugging me away. It’s that feeling I’ve been trying to grasp since I woke up.
