Page 54 of At My Worst

“My turn to pleasure you, Sir,” I whisper.

“Holy fuck, Baby,” he growls.

I suck the tip of his cock into my mouth and rub my tongue on the underside of the tip. I keep my eyes on him as I take him into my mouth as far as I can and start to work his throbbing cock with my mouth and my hands. Tears form in my eyes as I take him to the back of my throat. I gag as I take him down my throat, making the tears fall down my face. He grabs my hair and wraps his hand in it as he begins to guide my movements.

This is about him gaining back the power his memories are trying to take from him.

I continue to keep my eyes on him as he tries to keep his free hand planted on the counter while he fucks my throat. His eyes are burning with desire.

“I can’t fucking take it anymore,” he says through gritted teeth. He tightens his grip on my hair and pulls my head back, his cock releases from my mouth, and he forces me to stand.

Alexander releases his grip on my hair and quickly pulls down my leggings and underwear. I step out of them for him. As he stands, he grabs my legs and lifts me, positioning me on the edge of the counter.

“Sir, I was supposed to pleasure you,” I whisper.

“We are supposed to pleasure each other,” he replies as he grabs his cock and positions the tip at my entrance. He grabs onto my throat and pulls me into him as he shoves his cock into my wet pulsing pussy.

“Be mine,” he asks and demands at the same time, making my entire body shake with the desire and need in his voice.

“I am,” I confess to him. Even though I have tried to keep my distance, even though this was never supposed to happenbetween us, there is no turning back. I can’t, even if I wanted to. He is my addiction and my fucking cure.

“Promise me, Bianca. Promise me that you are mine,” he begs as he releases his cock and places his hand on my lower back as he starts to fuck me on the counter.

“I’m yours,” I confess as I grab onto his shoulders.

He picks up his pace, and my head falls back as my pussy wraps tighter around his cock, our bodies needing this as much as our hearts do.

24

Alexander

“Rescue”by Lauren Daigle

“You know you will be just like your father, Alexander,” she says with disgust and confidence.

“If you didn’t want to be with me, then why fucking be with me, Brittany?” I ask.

She stands still for a moment and takes a deep breath. “Because I don’t want you to be with anyone else, okay?” She says, looking me in the eyes.

“You are confusing as fuck. You want me, but you don’t want me. But you don’t want me to be with anyone else?”

She nods.

The fuck.

“You make me feel like I am going fucking insane, Brittany,” I snap at her, feeling my emotions twisting in the way only she can cause them to do.

“You will figure it out. You know you love me, Alexander. No one will be able to love you the way I do.”

She turned and walked out my front door slamming the door in my face. My hands form into fists as I rush to the door and punch it over and over again. A scream leaves me as I pull back and look at the blood on the door.

She is going to seriously be the fucking death of me.

A mind fucker, that is what she is.

I open my eyes and take a deep breath. I never saw Brittany for what she was until I had to see it, if that makes fucking sense. She had me so fucking mind fucked I didn’t know right from left or up from down. She confused the fuck out of me, and for the life of me, I will never understand why I didn’t just walk away sooner. I guess walking in on her fucking my so-called friend is what I needed to be done with her finally.

We all have our rock bottom. We all have that one thing that will finally push us over the edge and never be able to turn back again. Her fucking my friend was that for me.

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