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“You are going to eat my pussy while I ride your face, you hear me? And you won’t stop until you make me cum.”

Alaina surprised me, pulling my legs towards her face without a word. Repositioning my knees on either side of her head, I lowered myself onto her greedy mouth. Alaina hummed, wrapping her hands around my thighs to hold me down, dragging the tip of her tongue up my slit towards my clit.

“Fuck, baby girl, that tongue…”

She circled my clit with the tip of her tongue, and my hips moved, rocking and grinding on her tongue. Reaching under my shirt, I squeezed my breasts, digging my nails into my flesh. I could hear Alaina’s heavy breathing through her nose as she pressed her tongue deep into my pussy. A wave of arousal shot through my body, and she reached a hand around my thigh to circle my clit with her thumb as she curled her tongue inside me.

The feeling returned.

What is this…? Love?

Forcing it out of my mind, I refocused on Alaina, devouring my pussy like I was her favorite meal.

Removing her thumb from my clit, she gripped my thighs tightly with both hands, curling and dragging her tongue through my slit again. My climax was quickly approaching, and she threw me over the edge the moment she sucked hard on my clit, and biting it gently.

“Oh, fuck, Alaina. Make me cum, baby girl. Do it. Now,” I ordered.

Alaina groaned and obeyed me. Her relentless sucking and teasing of my clit threw me over the edge. I felt my pussy soaking her face as my orgasm hit harder than it ever had before. My thighs stiffened and shook as I unconsciously tried to lift off of her face. She held me down tight, continuing her movements, drawing out two orgasms.

I love you, Alaina…I said in my mind, unable to physically speak the words.

Lifting myself off of her, I sat to her side, sated and relieved.

Propping herself up on her elbows, her pleading eyes met mine. I tossed my head back, looking at the ceiling of our tent, taking a deep breath. Looking back at her, she opened her mouth to speak, but I did before she could get any words out.

“I have a surprise for you, baby. Get dressed, we’re getting you all the dope you little heart desires.”

Her face twisted in what I assumed to be disappointment, and she nodded, silently handing me my panties.

Chapter Five

Alaina

Handing Tara her panties, completely deflated, I turned away, trying to force my tears at bay. She used me. Again.

What do I have to do to get her to love me? I do everything she asks, give her everything she needs, fuck her how she likes… Why doesn’t she love me?

“Wear all black, Alaina. Bring the knife I got you last week,” Tara said, pulling on her skinny jeans and slipping her feet into her Vans.

“Okay,” I said, trying to keep my voice firm and hide my pain.

I was feeling almost normal after the fix Tara gave me last night, but it wouldn’t last me long. Standing to get dressed, I watched her shuffle through her cross body bag. The smile on her lips when she saw her favorite knife hit me with a sting of jealousy.

She loves that knife more than me.

“Okay, Alaina, here’s the deal,” Tara said, scooping up her long, black hair into a messy bun. “I’ve been watching Ro-Ro and his boss for a few weeks now. I found where they cook all their shit they sell. We’re going to get you stocked up so you don’t have to worry about the withdrawals anymore.”

“Oh, okay.”

I know that this was a caring gesture for her, even though it’s a very unhealthy one. But after how bad my withdrawals were last night, I think I’m finally ready to give recovery another try.

“Ready? This is the best time to go since we are awake in the middle of the night,” Tara said, draping her bag over her chest.

“Y-yes… I suppose.”

“Here,” Tara said as I approached her. She tucked away my folding knife in the front pocket of my jeans. “Just in case, baby.”

Following Tara out of our tent into the cool night air, I trembled, my nerves building up in my chest. We walked in silence down the path we made towards the main street, ducking through the hole in the fence we made.

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