Page 12 of Not Your Hero

“You’re so thick,” she mumbles.

“Do you like it? You like this thick cock pounding into you?”

“It hurts in the best way,” she tells me. Fuck she’s making me harder. I ease in and out of her and feel her pussy clench around me. She fucking loves it. She loves to feel me inside her.

I rock my hips holding hers in my hands and watching the way my cock slides in and out. Without a condom, we’d be perfect. But that can never be. She can’t know.

And the frustration from knowing that wakens my monster, and I take it out on her body. I loom over her, pressing one hand on the back of her neck as I slam into her from behind. Her cries are loud and piercing, but I can’t stop myself. The more I think about it, the more I need to punish her body.

“You can take it, Em. Fucking take all of me,” I tell her as I plunge into her deeper and harder. My hand slides over, pressing down on her face as I fuck her into the mattress. Each thrust, she screams. Each scream goes straight to my cock and fills her even more.

“Stop!” She yells, but I don’t listen.

“You can take it, Em! You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. This cock is all yours, Emerson! Take it all,” I roar this time as I keep going. The harder I go, the faster this is going to end. I can feel my balls drawing up as my body readies for my release. Just when I think she isn’t going to come again for me, she screams. Her pussy pulses, and she pulls every fucking ounce of my being out of me. I shoot my seed into the condom, wishing it was in her raw.

The more her pussy tightens around me, the more I shoot inside her. Fuck, I’ve never had my cock milked like this before. It’s her. It’s only her.

When I’m panting and out of breath, I pull out of her and note the small amount of blood on the condom. Goddamn it, I want that on my flesh.

I pull out of her and move off the bed to clean up, and when I come back, I see the tears on her cheeks through her matted hair. I reach over and brush the hair away from her face as her eyes come to find mine.

“Tell me you didn’t like it,” I tell her.

“I ...”

“You can tell the truth, Emerson.”

“I did like it. I just … I’ve never had sex that rough before,” she whispers, almost sounding ashamed of the fact.

“Not to worry, baby. I’m going to show you all kinds of things you didn’t know you liked.”

“You’re coming back?” Now, I smile at her as her eyes start to flutter.

“Not tonight, but soon.”

“Promise?” she whispers as her eyes fall closed.

“I promise, Em. I’m coming back.”

Chapter 8

Emerson

My body aches like hell, but in the best way possible. I’ve never been into the kind of sex I had last night. No man has ever taken me the way he did. And I don’t know how I feel about that. Should I be ashamed, I let some man fuck me until I cried? Probably, except I’m not. I thought sex was something I needed, but what he gives me? That’s what I crave. At least now I know what it feels like.

I pull my key from my bra and unlock the front door to head inside. I close it behind me before calling out for Brandon. He left me a message that said he was coming by after work.

“Brandon? You here?” I call out, tossing my keys onto the table by the door. I walk through the room when I see him sitting on the couch. He looks like he’s asleep so I smile and walk over, sitting down next to him.

“Brandon? Hey,” I say, shoving at his arm, but he doesn’t move.

“Brandon?” What the hell? I reach for him, shaking him slightly when it hits me. Quickly, I reach up and touch his neck only to find it’s cold and no pulse.

“Oh my God!” I scream at the top of my lungs. I shove off the couch and run for the door, not knowing what the hell to do. What do I do? I’m out the door and screaming frantically when one of the neighbors rushes toward me to see what’s happening. I manage to tell him Brandon is dead on the couch, and he pulls out his phone to call the police.

My body is trembling. He’s … dead. He’s gone. He’s … he’s never coming back. What happened to him? Who did that to him? Tears pour down my cheeks as I sob uncontrollably. The neighbor, Mitch, wraps his arm around me and holds me to his side until I slowly crumble to the ground. I can vaguely hear him talking on the phone through the sound of my cries.

I don’t know how long I sit here like this. I don’t know how long it takes for the police to show up, but when they do, we’re all confused.

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