Page 77 of Inevitable Destruction

Cum spurts from my cock, soaking mine and Rhett’s abdomens as I push through wave after wave of white, blissful static. I’m so lost in my own haze, that it takes me a moment to recognize the rough groans filling my ears, along with the semen flowing down my throat. I swallow on instinct, savoring the flavor of his release.

Once his cock stops twitching in my mouth, I place my head against his groin, wallowing in the sated bliss coursing through me.

“Let’s get that needle in your arm, baby. I’ve got shit to do.” His words make me stiffen, and I roll off of him like he burnt me. His words bring clarity to the situation, the real reason why what just happened, happened, and it places something deeply sour into my brain.

Not bothering to cover up—because what’s the fucking point—I scoot until I’m against the headboard and lean back, closing my eyes. I can hear Rhett’s movements, but I don’t bother to look anymore. I don’t want to.

Eventually, I feel the slick pinch of the condom wrapping around my arm. I allow Rhett to move me however he needs as he prepares my hit. Next thing I know, the bite of the needle presses into my vein with sickening accuracy and everything just… floats away.

My eyes roll back in pleasure as my veins heat, the toxins quickly making their way through my bloodstream and to my heart to pump it through the rest of my body.

This. This right fucking here is why I need to be high every chance I get. Who needs to care or fucking feel anything when you can feel like this?

A deep chuckle floods my ears. “Your self-destruction is so beautiful, baby.”

That’s the last thing I hear before the wall of bliss descends upon me.

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