Page 88 of Bad for You

He yanks me off his cock so I can breathe before forcing me back onto his shaft. I grip his upper thighs and suck his dick until he violently pushes me away with a growl. He tugs me up under the arms and slams his mouth over mine.

I taste blood.

Nothing is gentle about this kiss. I pull his hair. He slaps my ass. But the mutual respect of our boundaries is never crossed because I want this as much as him.

He bites my lip and pulls my hair to angle my face so he can mouth fuck me with his tongue just as he did with his dick.

I’m dizzy from lack of oxygen. But I know, more so, I’m breathless because of what the man who I have loved since I was a child is doing to my heart and soul.

I don’t want to love him, but I do.

There never was a moment when we “fell in love.” I think Lenny and I were always destined to be one. But that doesn’t mean a fairy-tale ending is headed our way. This changes nothing. But he wants to be the first man I welcome into my body because I want him.

And I always will.

I pull away, rubbing my thumb over his bloody lip. Mixed with our saliva, I run my thumb down his face, leaving a bloody streak of war paint behind; something I’ve done many times before. He looks fucking brutal.

It’s a frenzy of hands as we tear off our clothes, and the moment we’re naked, he tosses me onto the grass and lays on top of me. He doesn’t insult me by asking if I’m sure. Or feeling if I’m ready.

I want to be fucked by the boy who stole my heart the moment he crushed it when we were children. We were always destined for this.

He yanks my arms above my head and interlaces our fingers as he thrusts into me.

I hold my breath because he is so deep.

He doesn’t move.

He allows me to adjust to his size.

I feel like I’m being split right down the middle…and I love it.

He reads my body and begins to move, his cock and my pussy hungrily fucking because this isn’t lovemaking. And I never wanted it to be.

Lenny and I are one and the same, which is why things will always be like this.

We fight.

We fuck.

And then we leave.

Repeat.

Tonight is just the start of what our future holds.

He fucks me hard and fast. I raise my hips and bow my back, taking everything he gives. Yes, it hurts. But it hurts so good.

This is a memory I will cherish, replacing the ones I never wanted to make. For as I see it, Lenny is my first because the monsters before him were not men but vile animals who don’t deserve a second thought.

But there is one man who will pay dearly for his sins.

The thought of Father Merry has me meeting Lenny’s thrusts and bouncing back on his cock. He looks into my eyes, and I know he sees it, so he slams his mouth to mine and kisses me with nothing but love.

I’m restrained by his body and hands, but I don’t feel claustrophobic.

I feel safe.

Twigs and rocks are embedded into my back and ass, causing scrapes that I can feel are bleeding.

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