Page 59 of Crybaby

We kiss like it’s our last days on earth, and when Darcie feels me harden, she runs her hand over the front of my pants and grips me through them. She pulls back to look me dead in the eyes, cheeks flushed, mouth swollen, and says, “Let’s fuck, right now.”

Buckets is feet away, and I know this is her final “fuck you” to him.

She turns around, lifting the hem of her dress to expose her ass as she braces herself on the kitchen counter. This is all shades of wrong, which is why I pull down my jeans and rub my cock along her underwear, then quickly pull them aside to tease her, then flick them back into place.

She whines as I’m about to retreat but turns over her shoulder and grips my hand. “Don’t you dare stop.” She grabs my hips and pulls me against her ass.

I am hers.

She fucking owns me—mind, body, soul.

She coaxes me to move, and when the head of my cock inches into her, we both groan at the connection. Buckets is groaning too as his blood flicks around the room and across her sweet face. Her cheek is pressed into the bench as she stares at him with strands of bloody hair over her eyes.

She is fucking fire.

I thrust into her hard. Her hips smash into the counter, and she pushes back into me.

“Fuck yes!” she cries, wanting every inch of me.

Gripping her hips, I sink into her, and her body grips my cock, almost strangling it. I want to come. But there is no way I’m coming until she does.

Buckets is crying—poor bastard, he’ll never be able to wank with that hand again or grip any hips like this.

It feels so good that I don’t even care about this macabre scene. The sick part of me that I cherish fucking loves it. I punch him in the face with excitement and knock the corn cob holder clear out of his eye socket, taking the eyeball with it.

Darcie begins to bounce on my dick, meeting me thrust for thrust as I drive into her hard. I hold her hips, and she holds on to the counter, so we meet one another with equal force, and it’s fucking beautiful.

I pull out, only to slam back in.

She groans and reaches for the hot tap, slamming it on over Buckets’s already mangled arm, and he screams loudly as I fuck her relentlessly. He’s the soundtrack to this sex show.

Even though I’m being rough, I know this is what she wants. She turns her cheek to watch Buckets as I sink into her over and over again, replacing every bad memory with this beautiful one. I’m healing her while his glassy eyes watch as we fuck.

The kitchen steams up from the hot water rising up over his face, his consciousness slowly ebbing away as his hand turns into ground beef.

Bending over Darcie, I kiss the side of her neck as I bury myself deep inside, pushing in as far as I can and holding it there while she begins to spasm. She moans, which fucks my mind, then turns her cheek so we can kiss. With one hand anchored around her waist holding her tight, I grip her chin with the other and angle her face so I can fuck her with my tongue and cock at the same time.

She moans around my tongue, sucking it in deeply as she clenches around my dick. She feels so fucking incredible, and every other woman pales compared to her, to this. And I know that’s because what I feel for Darcie, I’ve never felt for anyone before.

It scares and excites me.

I run my thumb down her chin and cup her cheek. I want her to know this means something to me. As fucked up as this is, seeing this dumb jock about to pass out from massive blood loss, I want her to know that this changes everything, and the next time we do this—and there will be many next times—I’m going to take my time.

But now…it’s time for her to come.

Pulling out, I spin her around, stunning her, and before she can ask what I’m doing, I drop to my knees and worship her like the queen she is. I bury my face between her legs and eat her out how a man should take care of his woman.

Her body convulses, which is what I want because I want her to associate me with all aspects of sex—not just fucking. I want her to replace that night with this one. I want her to replace the memories of them with me because I am hers for as long as she wants me.

She threads her fingers through my hair and presses my face in hard, riding me how I want her to. She places one leg over my shoulder and opens herself up to me, grinding against my mouth violently. I grip her inner thighs and fuck her with my tongue, pushing my thumb against her clit while her legs begin to shudder. I shove two fingers into her, and a strangled gasp leaves her before she drags my mouth to her clit.

My greedy little baby.

I use my mouth and fingers in unison, and before long, her body arches back against the bench as her legs lock my head in tight, and she shakes. Darcie comes hard, and her screams echo through the kitchen walls loud enough for the neighbors to hear acres away.

I reach up and cover her mouth with one hand and finger fuck her hard right through her orgasm to give her more. She comes over and over again on my fingers. Everything she deserves and needs.

Her mouth opens and closes beneath my hand, and she bites hard into my fingers, screaming in euphoria. I release her and stand, gripping the back of her head. Pulling her to me, I slam my mouth over hers so she can taste herself on my lips. She kisses me back ferociously, and even though those motherfuckers took something from her I can never give back, I can give her this. I can give her me—over and over again.

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