Page 77 of Freak Show

I watched her tits bounce and her abs squeeze with each downward glide and wondered if this was what heaven felt like.

“You’re not paying attention,” she teased, her breath coming in pants as she slowly fucked me.

I groaned and looked up at her. “Faster.”

She went faster. But it still felt too slow. Too shallow.

Unable to help myself, I caught her hips and started to slam myself inside of her, pulling her down at the same time as I thrust myself up.

Her gasp of delight was enough to encourage me to keep using her roughly, and before I realized it, she was coming apart around me.

I watched as her eyes went wide, almost as if she was surprised, too. Then allowed myself to follow right behind her.

It was as I was coming inside of her that it hit.

She slumped against me, and at first I thought it was because she was exhausted.

But then the stillness started to make a little more sense.

She’d fallen asleep.

“Fuck,” I groaned and rolled her over.

Just as I was pulling out, she came back to me with a gasp. “Goddammit. I hate this.”

I looked down at her, brushing the hair out of her eyes.

When she closed her eyes in horror, I reversed our positions once again, pulling her back on top of me and wrapping her up in my arms.

“If that ever happens like that again…” She hesitated, her voice heavy with regret. “I want you to keep going.”

The trust she’d just given me.

“Baby…”

“I want to be normal,” she murmured. “That’s my normal, Slone.”

If she could trust me with that…could I give her anything less?

“Seeing as you just gave me that kind of trust, I feel like I need to share with you my deepest, darkest secret.”

Her eyes were wide as she went up onto an elbow in my chest and said, “What?”

“There’s something I should’ve probably told you before now,” I murmured.

I felt my insides freeze at the seriousness of my words.

“Oh, yeah?” she asked, sounding blissfully tired and lethargic.

I groaned, thinking this day had been perfect and I was about to ruin it.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “So a few years ago I got really sick.”

She blinked. “A few years ago when?”

“When I was fourteen,” I answered.

My mouth went dry as I voiced the words.

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