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“I’m so close, Jeremy.” I whisper and he growls.
“Good girl, have you been taking the birth control I got you?” he asks and I nod.
“Yes, yes,” I whimper as he slams harder into me, my fingers soaked from how close I am.
“Mmm, such a good girl, my sweet Sky. I’m going to fill you up, baby,” he moans, and I roll my hips, flicking my clit, my orgasm coming in hot. I arch my back, moving my fingers faster, and he lifts a leg, getting a deeper angle that sends me over the edge.
“I-I’m cumming,” I cry out as my body litters with goosebumps and I gush all over his cock. “Jeremyyy…” I pant, trailing off as he grips my thighs and growls.
“Shit, Sky,” he groans deep in his chest as he fills me, snapping his hips erratically. “Fuck, baby. I don’t want to stop,” he pants as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to press my lips against his. He moans into my mouth, and I tighten around him, making him moan again. His hand lets go of my shaking leg and slides in between us, rubbing his thumb gently over my clit. “I love watching you cum,” he confesses, and I shiver at his words as his thumb continues to run up and down my nub.
“That feels so good, Jeremy. Don’t stop.” I whisper, tightening around him as he fucks me so damn slowly.
“You’ve been such a good girl, Sky. Cum again. Show me how good I make you feel.” He orders and I moan, digging my nails into his chest and my hips gyrate against his cock. A sheen of sweat coats my body and I shiver, wanting to cum so badly for him. He applies a little bit of pressure, and I whimper loudly as my movements become erratic. “Look at me, Sky,” he orders, and my eyes snap to his as he pinches my clit, causing me to scream out. “That’s it. Cum for me, baby.” He growls, snapping his hips and slaps my clit, causing my body to convulse and my pussy to tighten around him. He growls, pulling out only to slam back in, flicking my clit rapidly and I gush my release all over him.
“Yes, yes. Fuck…” I yell, but he doesn’t stop; he keeps going, slamming into me harder and harder as another orgasm hits, making me scream. He slams his hand over my mouth and flicks my clit so hard. Tears stream down my face, and my legs shake.
“Take it, Sky! Be my good girl and take it! Give me one more so I can cum again, only this time I want to spill my load on your face,” he growls, and I swallow thickly. He’s never been rough like this with me. My clit is so fucking sensitive it hurts; it hurts so fucking bad, and I thrash trying to get him off me, but that only eggs him on. He pushes my face against the mattress,holding me down as his other hand continues to rapidly flick my nub while slamming into me with brutal force. “That’s it, Baby. I feel you tightening around me. You like this, don’t you? My perfect sweet girl. Come on. Cum for me one more time.” He moans as my body does what he wants, and I scream into his hand as another orgasm flows through my body, littering white dots in my vision. He growls, pulling out and climbing up my body quickly.
He forces my face to look at him as tears fall from my eyes while he jerks his cock hard and fast. “Fuck, Sky. I- I’m…” He trails off and warm cum shoots against my cheeks and lips. Then he takes the tip of his dick and smears it against my bottom lip. “A masterpiece. Sky. You did so well, baby,” he praises, as he reaches between my legs, gathering my arousal and bringing it to my lips, rubbing his fingers against them before pressing his lips against mine. He moans and licks them clean. My heart is hammering in my chest. He gets up and leaves the room, and I’m not sure if I should get the fuck out of here or what, but he comes back with what looks like a washcloth and places it between my legs.
“It hurts,” I say, wincing, and he looks up at me.
“You will be fine, my perfect girl,” he says, calmly. “Your clothes are done. Let’s get you home,” bringing the rag to my face and wiping the cum off my cheek. He takes my hand, pulling me from the bed. I get up and follow him to the laundry room, where he hands me my clothes, and I give him the nightgown.
“Are you okay, Sky?” he asks and I nod, but he raises a brow. “Words, please,” he says, and I take a deep breath, putting on my clothes.
“Yes, I’m good.” I rasp. Once dressed, he pulls me into him, cupping my face.
“You did so well tonight. I’m so proud of you,” he praises, and I’m not sure how to feel or what to say, so I smile. A fake one,the only kind I can muster. “Let’s get you home. You have school tomorrow.” He tells me.
Walking out of the laundry room and into the living room, I see Quinn’s doll, Sadie sitting on the couch. “Hey, Jer. Can I have her?” I point toward the doll.
“Please do, otherwise I’m throwing out the cursed thing,” he says, and I walk over to it and pick her up.
“I’ll take her home with me.” I tell him and he nods. We walk out the door and walk a couple of houses down to mine. He follows me to the door and even comes in–to bullshit with my dad. Walking up the stairs to my room I glance over my shoulder, and he winks at me, making me blush. Once in my room, I place Quinn’s doll next to mine and plop on my bed. I’ve had Olive for as long as I can remember. My mother told me she received her when I was born. At first, she was placed on my shelves but for some reason when I cried, Olive was the only thing that would calm me down so she’s been next to me ever since.
I look over at her and smile. She’s such a pretty doll, just like Sadie. Olive has short black hair with straight-cut bangs, violet eyes and dimples, making it look like she’s always smiling. Her cream-colored shirt with tiny blue flowers sits under the blue corduroy jumper. From time to time I undress her and wash her outfit, especially the white stockings. I’m not sure why she sometimes has black scuff marks on the knees, but I like her looking perfect with little black Mary Jane shoes to complete her look. When I’m bored, I brush her hair and run my straightener through it so that her hair stays in good shape. Some nights I talk to her, especially when I’m upset. At least she won’t judge me and my poor choices. She just sits in her little white rocking chair listening to my bullshit. I bet if she could talk back, she’d tell me to shut the fuck up already.
My mind is so fucked up. Between the death of my best friend. Vaughn cornering me at school. The three whorebags I want to kill and my secret relationship with Jeremy. I just don’t know what to do.
“I told you to run. Don’t go back there.”
“She’s not going to listen. We’re going to have to show her.”
My eyes widen again as I look around the room. Where are these fucking voices coming from?
“We’re right here.”
“Been here all along, you just choose to avoid it instead of embracing it.”
Maybe I am fucking crazy.
My head begins to pound, and the light in my room isn’t helping. It’s getting worse by the second. I get up from my bed take my shoes off and remove my clothes. Then I grab an oversized t-shirt and shorts, throw them on, shut off my light and snuggle into my blanket. Tomorrow is another day.
Football Games & Late-Night Orgasms
Charlee
