Page 188 of Overcast

“I’ll show you,” I deadpan before straightening my back and fucking him at a casual pace. He tries to pick it up, but my butt keeps his knees from heaving too much.

Marty or Emric, whomever he wants to say he is right here in front of me, they’re the same person.

He just keeps them separate.

The man in front of me thinks the same way, acts like a boorish idiot, but he’s mine right now.

He’ll always be mine.

A small piece, a sliver of time will forever be something that no one will ever be able to touch or replace. And no matter what happens after all of this, he made me see what I could accomplish, who I could be.

My breathing starts to become erratic as my build up begins to rise with each fall on his cock.

“God,” I shudder, my speed increasing with each upward and downward motion.

My hands fist his t-shirt, holding on for dear life as I demand his body to give mine what I need.

“He isn’t here, baby,” Marty claims. “Just me. Always just me.”

I glimpse down at him, a new wave of emotions crashing into my skull as he admires me.

I’m in love with him, and I’m scared.

I’m afraid I won’t love anyone like him again. I’m terrified that I took this too far and got in too deep. I’m nervous that I’m the only one that feels this way and will pay the biggest price.

“Take what you want.” The fingers of one of Marty’s hands brush my hip, and he finds my clit, rubbing faint circles around it. “Use me. Fuck me. You already own me.”

I collide on impact at his confession, my lungs constricting so harshly for air that I feel the room begin to spin.

Marty clutches my cotton tee and drags me to his mouth, getting the weight off his pelvis so that he can pound into me at his own leisure.

“And you’re mine.” His lips roughly smash into mine as he drives into me, hard and unforgiving, chasing his own fervor.

My pussy throbs with each determined impale of his cock, and he eats me alive with his lips, tongue, and everything that is him.

Pulling out of me, he rubs his length against my ass, hot liquid coating my skin, and he growls into my mouth. He doesn’t stop until he needs to breathe on his own, pressing his forehead into mine as we try and find our rhythm.

Once he’s somewhat back to normal, he gives me another punishing kiss, not needing any more words to express how he feels.

This is already retribution, I’m just not going to be sentenced for it by my peers.

I’m going to live with it for the rest of my life for it to devour me whole.

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