The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea

The knock came late with an urgency that scared me from my stoned out slumber.
"Who is it?"
Nothing, no response. I knew who it was. I could hear his nervous hands fumbling with the screen door. Almost simultaneously his fingers clasped the doorknob as I twisted the lock to open pushing the door open, perhaps more abruptly than you anticipated. I could see the agitation, revulsion and want in every part of your being.

Words that make no sense sputter out of your mouth in bleats, stutters and notes thrown around off key.
"Fuck, Fuck, fuck you."
Your lumbering hand swings up yanking me into you. The sweat from your hand pulling out strands of my sleep hair, tangling, uprooting my body bringing it to yours by my neck, by my hair.

The kiss is hard and wet, making your already solid cock throb– I can feel it mashing against my thigh. Every part of you is raging, and I know you hate me and I know you love me– and you don't want to be here, and you cannot stay away.

The tangled in hair fist yanks me to the floor, to my knees. Your cock to my mouth like the strongest of magnetic pulls. My tears start to flow, not because you are hurting me, or because I hate you–because I do, or because I love– because I do, but because I know your cock is about to fill me and I cannot, in that moment, express the ache that is filling my body, my cunt, my mind. I can smell you, the pulsing of blood pumping through you culminating in our throbbing flesh. I become that woman– twisted with my own want– licking and sucking the fabric of your pants, feeling your cock trapped, getting so fucking hard, straining behind denim and zipper.

A slow whimpering pained yell passes your lips.

"Take my cock out."

My mouth gaped, my tongue dropped out, always ready for your cock, always ready to taste your sweat, brine and cum. I become that hungry little fucking slut, devouring you. I fuck you with my mouth, as always like it is the last time. 

With the firm grip to my hair, you rub my face into you, I inhale the smell of you as deeply as I can. A sick growl emanates from you as you pull me up and off your cock.

Our eyes lock for a moment and the love and pain fills us, you can't take my gaze.

Your violent hand slaps across my cheek, and that wave of relief spreads across my body, everything grows silent - like snow falling in the middle of the night.

My head becomes slack. The hand that struck me wraps around my throat and begins to squeeze the air away from me. My body then become slack. In the moments of you choking me I can feel your cock become raging hard, it always does when you choke me.
"you bitch, why do this to me?"

This flash of utter want and realization causes you to release the throttle you have around my neck and bend me over the back of couch. Grappling and tearing at my panties, getting them pulled away from my cunt just enough to plow into me. Of course my wet pussy takes every inch, greedy, insatiable. It hurts, I have not been fucked in a long time, your slamming into me stretches me open and fill me up. I can feel the tip of your cock ramming my cervix over and over,  feeling you in my belly with each thrust. Fucking me with violence, calm, confusion, hate and love.

The couch moving and sliding from its position, is not adequate for the type of pounding you need to give, so I brace myself to the floor, a firm strict downward dog– ass up, pussy sloppy from being fucked, my wet pubic hair matted with my own cum and liquid, the smell of cock and corn muffins fills the air. From this angle your cock sinks even deeper into me, causing a yelp of pain- yet I continues to meet each thrust. I want as much of your cock as I can get inside of me.

Between grunts and growls the weak and whimpering cum slut I can be manges to stammer the words,
"Please please–cum in my mouth, please."

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