Page 330 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me
Our eyes spring open, and she kisses me harder, her teeth dragging my lower lip into her mouth. She pumps my cock harder, and I can’t help what happens next.
A feeling of pleasure starts in my stomach, and my balls tighten.
I continue thrusting my finger inside her, enjoying how her hips move to meet me. Enjoying how she moans a little harder each time her swollen clit brushes my knuckles.
It sends me over the edge.
She sends me over the edge with her pretty little moans, and her wet cunt dripping down my hand.
Shot after shot, cum coats her stomach.
Disappointment replaces the feelings of euphoria as soon as they pass. But Dollie’s still rocking her hips, still smiling at me like I’m her favorite thing in the world.
My hand leaves her heat for a second, sliding her wetness up her stomach to meet with my own.
Two fingers slide through my cum, before I shift back to her cunt and push it inside her.
She moans, and I moan, too.
Her enchanting blue eyes climb my body, meeting mine, reminding me that we share a bond that no one—not even him across the hall—can ever take from us, right before those pretty blues roll, and she clamps around me. Her sparkly nails glisten in the light peeping through semi-closed drapes, as they dig into my skin.
A scream leaves her, and it sounds something like a broken version of my name as she comes apart for me.
Her tight cunt pulses, causing me to harden again, but my eyes strain with tiredness.
Keeping my fingers buried inside her, I slowly rock as she comes down.
Because I have no energy to do anything else.
“Do you think you should pull out?”
I mumble something, the word barely audible.
I don’t even have the energy to pull out and fuck any repercussions. If something were to happen, it would just be more proof that she’s fucking mine.
“Are you okay?” Gentle fingers trace the scars on my rapidly rising chest.
“I’m a little cold,” I manage.
Another tear drops from my eye, but before Dollie can wipe it away, she fades into the room around me, and I realize I’m here alone.
And I wish I wasn’t.
I can’t help it.
I need her more than ever.
Guilt over what led to all this swims in my veins, rushing out with the blood on my wrists, as I reach for my phone to call an ambulance, because clearly, I’ve cut too fucking deep this time.
I’m hallucinating to the point that I felt those kisses and cum is sticking me to these fucking sheets.
And I don’t want to die. I want to live. To fight for the girl, I’ve spent my entire life learning how to love in the deepest way.
I grip my phone, manage to unlock it, and press 91, but I don’t get further.
The phone drops through my shaking fingers and bounces across the floor.
My heavy body can’t reach that far. I let the bed comfort me as a thought crosses my mind.
