Page 31 of At My Worst

I brought her here to share this place with her, but also because I needed to fuck her here. I need to show her that she means more to me than any of the others I have had in my life.

I unzip my boots, taking them off along with my socks. As I stand up, I kiss her lower back, and then I unbutton my jeans and pull them down with my boxers. I stand up straight behind her, reach around to grab her by the throat and pull her firmly against my chest. The heat from her body seeps into me everywhere our bodies touch.

My dick fits perfectly between the cheeks of her ass, and as I grind against her, I reach between her legs and run my fingers through her folds.

I place my lips against her ear. “You are worthy, Bianca,” I confess.

She lets out a small whimper as I push two fingers into her wet pussy. Her walls wrap tightly around my fingers as I begin to finger fuck her.

“You are strong,” I whispered again.

I will give her validation. I will provide her with everything that fucker wouldn’t.

“You are beautiful and smart.” I continue, slowly working my fingers inside her. “Whatever he told you, baby, whatever lies he said that have drowned you, I want you to let them go now and replace them with my voice,” I beg and demand of her.

I remove my fingers and force her to turn around. I grab her legs and lift her. She immediately wraps her legs around my waist, and I lower us both to the ground. I position myself perfectly between her legs. She lowers her feet to the ground, and I grab my cock and place the tip at her entrance. I put my other hand on the ground by her head and leaned in, making sure she was looking me in the eyes.

“I can love you better than he can,” I whisper as I push myself into her pussy.

She arches her back as I sink into her until my hips press firmly against hers. “I love you, Bianca, every sharp shattered piece of you. I love all of you,” I whisper as I look over her face. I see tears begin to fall from her eyes, and I lean in and gently kiss each one of them away.

We slowly start to move together, our bodies perfectly intertwining into one. She is my missing puzzle piece.

13

Bianca

3rd Week in Port Angeles

“Take It Out On Me”by Bohnes

Life is never what it seems, just like people. They are never who you think they are. The world is filled with lies upon lies, and we are all just trying to stay fucking afloat.

We all have different sides to ourselves that we try to hide away from the rest of the world, but eventually, the other side always comes out. I tried to be a good person. I really fucking tried to be what he wanted me to be, but in the end, I fell short.

I always seem to fall short. I try to make sure that everyone else is okay while I cry in silence as I drown within myself.

I tried to be better than I was yesterday. I tried to do things the right way, and what the fuck did that get me?

Being Empty?

Being unhappy?

Being fucking lost within myself?

What was the last ten years for? Was it all a lie? Was it always like this, but I just didn’t want to see it?

Or maybe it is all my fault. He changed, and I stayed the same. Perhaps all of this is my fault, and we became who we were together because I made us that way.

I have spent my whole life trying to be what others wanted me to be, to please everyone, and to be everything for everyone else. But I always failed or fell short of their expectations. I failed because, if I am being honest, I put myself last. I tried to fill the space inside me with whatever I could, but it was never enough.

I don’t know what my future holds or if what I am doing right now is the right thing. But I do know I need to start putting myself first, even if it hurts. Even if it is not what others think I should do.

I have had so many voices inside my head that I no longer know which one is mine.

Be a good wife.

Be a good person.

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