Page 329 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me
She said no to me, and I kept going.
I retch, again.
She said yes to him.
My pills come up whole, having not had the time to seep into my system, as vomit covers my toes. It makes me feel violently ill. All those germs climbing up my legs.
Before I move, I take another two colorful pills, replacing the ones I stomp on as I step from the mess I made and into the shower.
Shower water rains down on me, and I struggle to breathe through the force of it. My vision blurs, and I blame that on the water, too, and not the tears falling down my cheeks.
I fall to my knees, the crack of bones a background noise to all my painful thoughts.
The hot water scalds my spine, tormenting every scar, making me lightheaded. I turn it off, sitting in the cold shower for minutes before I crawl away. A trail of blood follows me, staining my carpet as I pull myself onto the bed and collapse backward, taking the sheets from the floor with me.
A haze covers my eyes, and I no longer see the cracks on the ceiling as I stare up at them. I kick my towel down my legs, feeling too hot and struggling to get it from around my feet as my blood runs cold and my body gets heavy.
Blood loss and the heavy need to sleep take my mind somewhere else… somewhere better… somewhere worse.
The sound of sex is still heavy in my ears, closer to my ears as Dollie leans over me and kisses my throat.
“Shh.” The paint on her nails is the only thing she wears. One of those nails grazes my lips, and the image of her even touching me there makes me ache for a kiss.
“You want this, I know you want this…” Her finger dips slightly into my mouth as she traces the curve of my mouth before letting her hand roam down my body to my crotch.
Her fingers tighten around my already hard cock, and a gasp pulls her pretty face back to mine.
Her mouth hovers just a fraction from my lips. I crane my neck, but somehow, she’s still out of reach.
Up and down, her hand moves, growing tighter around me. Pain and pleasure mix together, causing my eyes to roll.
Her lips touch me, finally. Delicate kisses line my jaw and follow the scars to my lips.
Her tongue dips inside my mouth, and it’s not enough. Keeping my eyes closed, I focus on the kiss as my tongue pushes past hers and fights for dominance.
My fingers close around her face, tipping her head back enough so she can take me deeper. She moans into my mouth, and her stroking of my cock picks up pace as I nibble at her neck, creating a mark that will claim her as mine.
I laugh against her naked skin, and she grinds her hips against mine.
Exploring fingers pinch one of her nipples, the pretty pink color, the same as her hair. Hair that I wrap around my fist and tug on, so she’ll arch her back for me. My tongue replaces my fingers, kissing her pretty tits the same way I did her mouth.
Side by side, her hand doesn’t leave me. She shakes with need, and it only makes it harder not to blow all over her stomach, because no one has ever touched me like this before—no one other than?—
Images of Colin Bannadosi in the face paint that haunts my mind fade away just as my eyes gloss.
“Make me come. He couldn’t do it,” Dollie tells me.
I should have said no, that she shouldn’t have let him fucking touch her, but my kisses make it back to her mouth, my fingers sliding down her stomach as she takes my tongue in her mouth.
Naked and grinding those hips again, I place my hand between her legs. She’s wet… for me. And it’s the best feeling in the world.
Rubbing from her clit to her opening, I dip a finger inside her slowly.
Tight walls close around me, and she pulls me in.
Gasping into each other’s mouths, I can’t help but moan her name.
“Dollie.” It comes out raspy.
