Page 33 of Crybaby

The sight is a glorious one, but it doesn’t matter how perfect Justine feels. It’s only thoughts of Darcie that will make me come.

“Are you scared?” I ask, gripping Justine’s hips so tightly it’ll leave bruises.

Her head bobbles as I fuck her with such force. She thrashes back and forth, back and forth, on my cock as I force her body up the bed.

Winding her hair around my fist, I yank her neck back and turn her cheek so she can see me completely dominating her.

“Good. Never forget I was the one who took from you because you welcomed me into your home.”

She moans, clenching her muscles around me, not realizing my words have taken on a totally different meaning.

She will, though…

Letting Justine go, I grip the back of her neck with one hand, and the other, I fix to her waist and fuck her until she explodes with a muted cry. She convulses around my hard cock, and although she feels fucking incredible, I can’t come.

But as thoughts of Darcie cross my mind, of her standing in that bunny onesie, of her standing her ground with fire in those fucking green eyes, I pump harder and faster. I am engulfed with thoughts of her and my need. My craving suddenly kicks me in the guts, and I come with a guttural, animalistic growl.

I fold in half, almost covering Justine’s back with the force of my orgasm.

Fuck…

I’ve not come like that—ever.

Once I catch my breath, I pull out of Justine, who slumps onto her stomach breathlessly.

She begins speaking, but she’s still gagged, and I ensure she stays that way until I get what I really came here for.

“Shh…” I order, placing a finger over my lips.

I grab my pants and boots and walk into the bathroom to clean up. Once I’m dressed, I leave Justine tied and gagged to her bed as I rob her house and do so with a smile.

It seems prom night is truly an evening to remember…

It’s funny how trust is usually automatic until someone breaks it.

Or breaks you.

Just being in the vicinity of people and the familiarity of their faces and movements in your daily life creates trust. Every day, I go to school, and not for a second would I assume that any one of those humans would do anything untoward.

Yeah, they are all dicks mostly, but who thinks the company you keep could be the company of a malicious criminal? Perhaps I’m naïve. Maybe everyone has the ability to snap and do something crazy for no other reason than entertainment.

The truth is, we are either the hunter or the rabbit.

Do we get to choose which role we play?

I don’t think so.

It’s a game of whose team is stronger or sicker in the head. One of those two.

I was on the wrong team tonight.

Football will never mean the same thing to me again. Big sweaty boys, panting and battling it out for points on a scoreboard. They strive for greatness and get off on discipline. They berate each other on the field and in locker rooms, and it only fuels their fire to win at all costs.

What makes them snap?

Is it a pedophilic coach? Parents who pressure them to try harder or they won’t get that scholarship? Or are they just pure Neanderthals put on the field to release excess testosterone?

“What are you doing out here,little one?”Foss steps out of nowhere in the dark parking lot,overlooking the football field.

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