Page 43 of Petrichor

“Please. Don’t push me away,” I beg him as I keep sobbing. I can’t stop the pain from the past and the present as they mix together. I hear my father’s sneers as his belt comes down on me, my brother’s screams, the smell of booze and vomit. It’s excruciating.

“What?” His fingers loosen.

“Make him stop. Please. Make it stop,” I beg him, as I feel the emptiness start to devour the pain.

His hands are on my cheeks, cool and grounding. “Who?”

“He’s hurting me!”

“Calm down. There’s only me here.” His low voice is soothing, pushing the nightmares away. He shifts, and I find myself cold and lonely once again as he moves to the side. No!

I turn and nestle myself against him. My back to his front, my ass on his soft cock.

Yes! I push my butt cheeks more firmly against him as I start to stroke his dick between them.

“What are you doing? Stop it!” he hisses, but doesn’t move away. I can feel him growing under my massage. Does this mean that he wants me?

“I can’t, I can’t. I need this,” I pant, sliding my hand inside my panties to pull on my balls. The pleasure will help. The skin contact. His nearness. Will take it all away.

“Butterfly.” It sounds like a warning, but his nickname for me only spurs me on. Heat rushes through my veins, a fire that only he can put out with that perfect cock of his.

“Marco. See me. See me.” He’s so fucking hard, even though he’s in bed with a man.

He grunts as I grind my butt against him—his hot breath bathes the top of my head. My t-shirt has risen, and my thong leaves my butt naked against his boxer briefs-clad cock. He suddenly grabs my hip in a bruising grip. Not to stop me, but to take control of my movements. He’s using my ass to stroke himself. The thought turns me on like nothing before.

The room is filled with his heavy breaths and my loud moans as my hand shifts back on his cock. It feels like it’s trying to make a hole through the fabric for how stiff it has become, but Marco doesn’tmake a move. In the meantime, my panties have turned into a wet mess. I need more.

“Let me suck you again.” I’m fucking drooling for it. And it’s working. The horrific memories are just shadows now in the back of my head, while the emptiness the pain left needs to be filled with ecstasy.

“Fuck!” He groans quietly. Not a scoff or a grunt of disgust. No, it’s a groan of desire. Holy shit! I lick my dry lips, then inhale, about to say something, but I don’t—too afraid he’ll change his mind if I do.

I spin around and scramble down until my face is level with his dick. I wish I could lick and touch his bare chest, but I shouldn’t push it.I pull his boxer briefs down. I almost forgot how big his cock was, and thick, as my hand wraps around it, making Marco growl.

He suddenly sits up, but I don’t let go of him. I bow down, ass up in the air, and envelop the tip inside my mouth. The taste of him bursts on my tongue, salty and musky, intoxicating.

I use my lips, tongue, my whole mouth to draw out more of those sexy-as-fuck grunts that Marco is releasing whenever I suck hard on his cockhead and play with the soft foreskin.

“That fucking piercing.” He suddenly fists the top of my hair. “Cazzo.Merda. You are such a bitch in heat for dick.” I hear the smack before I feel the sting on my ass cheek. I moan around his dick as he spanks me again and again, my nails digging into his thigh as I push my back higher toward his hand.

“Never do what I tell you to!” More slapping of skin until he grabs one ass cheek and squeezes hard.

I move my hand from around my dick to start playing with my hole. One finger slides in easily with the help of my pre-cum, andas I imagine what it would feel like to have him inside me, I almost come right then and there.

I’m starting to take more of him when he shoves me off and pins me on the bed. His knees are on either side of my head, cock standing proud, looming over my face. I can see him better now as some more light is coming through the curtains. He opens his mouth and lets spit fall down on his length, rolling on his testicles and further down.

“Love your cock,” I breathe out, as I lick my puffy lips, hoping he can see the underside of the piercing he seems to like.

I can almost see a sinister smirk—or maybe it’s just a shadow—stretching his mouth while he grabs my hair and pulls my head up. “Suck on my balls,” he orders me, and just like the first time, I welcome his dominating side. I turn into a pliant slut for him.

I place my hands on his hairy thighs—it feels good to touch him after thinking I never would again—and flick out my tongue. I lick and spread his saliva over his nuts before sucking one inside my mouth. I brush my teeth lightly against it before letting it go. His rumbly growl makes my dick lurch, and he tilts my head toward the other ball, wanting the same treatment.

“Just like that. Do as I say. Fucking finally!”

I lap and lick his nuts with enthusiasm, feeling his heated eyes on me, loving the obscene sounds I’m making.

He tilts my head back, grabs his cock, and starts stroking the head over my lips. His pre-cum draws the outline of my mouth, turning it slicker.

“You want me to fuck your throat, don’t you? Wanna be like one of those women I use.” I don’t like to hear about those skanks, and a strange possessiveness burns inside my chest. It makes me glare at him.

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