Page 11 of Inevitable Destruction

Goddamnit.

I groan and suck my teeth. Why is it, even now, she’s still on my mind?

I flip the chick underneath me so her ass is in the air and her face is pressed into the blankets. She moans and wiggles in my grip, sashaying her ass side to side. I slap my palm down over her flesh, leaving a pink handprint. She lets out a squeal, and I chuckle humorlessly.

My fingers trail down to her entrance, brushing through her outer lips, finding her dripping for me. I shove two fingers in her, scissoring them. She jerks at my touch, clamping down on my digits. I pull my hand from her and wipe my fingers across her ass as I position her where I want her.

I press my palm down on her tailbone, bowing her spine. With my other hand, I grab my dick and line it up with her entrance, sinking inside of her without preamble. She gasps and clutches the blanket in her right fist. My pelvis smacks flush against her ass, and I watch as it jiggles from the force.

I pull back and slam forward again, enjoying the way her rolls move with every thrust. I grip her hips, squeezing until my hands are full of her flesh. My head falls back, relishing in the way her heat wraps around me.

My eyes land on the wall in front of me, more specifically the wood trim around the doorframe. It’s dark, not quite black, but definitely not any other color either. The corner where the vertical piece meets the horizontal one doesn’t quite match up; half a centimeter offset.

The girl underneath me cries out, startling me, and my gaze drops to the bed. Her face is turned to the side, and her lips are parted with her pleasured cry. I can see her left arm moving underneath her, working her clit as she coasts through her release.

Normally, I would be bothered that I didn’t help get her there, but right now, I can’t stop fucking thinking about those pieces of wood and how, as I’m balls deep in a stranger who I thought looked like Essa, I realize she’s nothing like her.

When Essa comes, it’s beautiful. She was almost shy when she would come on my fingers, but she had no issues taking what she needed from me.

And that’s what she did, too. She took everything from me and left me like this. Empty. Hollow. Broken and struggling to survive with nothing to live for anymore.

When the chick’s walls quit squeezing around me, I pull out and step off the bed.

“Hey. Where are you goin’? You didn’t even finish.” I glance over at her as I drop the condom in the trash can in the corner of the room and pull on my clothes. Her hair is plastered across half her face as she leans on her arm, her face in her palm. Her chest is heaving, causing her breasts to move with the action, and I feel absolutely nothing about it.

My dick is still hard, but that’s probably just from stimulation. As I stare at her naked body, I’m just empty. She does nothing for me, and I was a fool to ever think she could be anything like Essa.

“Yeah, I’m good. See ya around, babe.” I step into the hall, closing the door behind me and press my back against the wood, heavy breaths spilling from my lips. Some song with a heavy bass thuds through the walls, reverberating through me.

I suck my teeth, faintly tasting the lingering flavor of vodka. I shove my hand in my pocket and wrap my fingers around the two plastic bottles, my rings clanking against the plastic. My pulse spikes in preparation of what’s to come, giving me a taste of what I miss.

I make my way down the stairs, which takes twice as long due to the doubled amount of people lingering on them. Once I hit the floor, I’m thrown into the abyss of bodies. There’s not even a hair’s breadth of space between each one, and my skin crawls. There are people touching me everywhere. Hands, legs, torsos, hair, feet, elbows. I can’t get away from them.

I pivot, losing my direction. All I see are the strobe lights pulsing, blurred faces, clouds of smoke lingering in the air.

My body grows hotter the worse my head spins, and the room tilts in a sickening direction.

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