Endless sex. Everything a girl in love could want? But I wasn't ready, I was still in love with Lacey but I didn't ever experience straight love. The monsters have spoken. I was to stay with Lane as my ultimate debt to you. "Morning", he kissed my neck and whispered in my ear. I remained silent."Mm, at least say you want breakfast."
"I don't want any", I mumbled.
"That's funny. I mean Lacey used to love eating breakfast".
I started to laugh for some reason. "Any dead person would probably like breakfast", I covered my mouth.
I know I sensed a smile on his lips. "Well then face me".
I decided to turn partially on my side to look at him. He immediately kissed my lips, I felt his body weight on top of be again. He acted as if we were married when it had only been 4 weeks.
I've been naked every night and every morning for 4 weeks. I haven't had a laugh for 4 weeks until now. Finally,I felt him push himself inside me again.
He liked hearing the moans escape my mouth when he caught me off guard, he liked seeing my head tilted back. "Do you want me to stop?", he smiled almost sinister.
I shook my head no and looked away.
It felt painful again but disappeared again. In a matter of minutes he ejaculated. Same old, same old, I hated that I was used to it, I liked it so so much I was already his whore, but I didn't like him. But at the same time I felt a need to please him as I did with Lacey. I couldn't hold back anymore. I sat up and looked at him, I took off my bra completely, bent over, and opened my mouth. He groaned loudly as my mouth covered his penis. I immediately tasted an earthly flavor, almost like vitamins with a pinch of salt. He cummed almost immediately. "Open", he immediately spoke.
I did as told. "Swallow, now".
I swallowed, he opened my mouth for me and smiled "You are really good at this".
He stood up as I covered my breasts and questioned myself again.
I immediately started to cry. He looked back at me putting his underwear on. He smiled at me "If you don't want to do this anymore it's okay, I'll leave and go back to my mother and father."
I continued to cry. He dressed in khakis and a red shirt with designer boots. Opening the door then in an instant, shut.
I sobbed even louder than before, so I have some sort of abandonment issue? Why can't I stop crying? He came back in the room and jumped on the bed to hug me. I stopped crying as if I were a baby in awe of something. He reminded me of Lacey but I was more familiar with her body than his, his sense of dark humor was equal to hers as well as his dominance. He hugged me as Lacey did when I started crying and I hated the feeling as if I want him to continue what he had been doing.
"Again", I whimpered.
"Huh?"
"Do it again."
He looked at me in shock"You want to have sex again?"
"...No more asking for the morning after pill?"
"No more morning after pill" I extended my pinky.
"Fuck", he whispered
"Fine, a pregnancy test tomorrow then?", he continued.
"Okay".
I accepted how much I admired Lane's body, Lacey's death filled me with so much appreciation, I felt like I sorted all those feelings out until the phone rang.