Chapter 61 You, me,nobody…
You, me, or nobody…
Dallas
Ipressed my cock against the entrance of her slick pussy.
She was dripping for me. The aroma of her arousal mixed with mine assaulted my nostrils in the best way.
She was bent over and tied down. She was a beautiful sight, laid out in front of me with her ass lifted in the air giving me undeniable access to every part of her tantalizing body.
I held myself back from giving in to her obvious expectations.
She was being a brat, and while it was fucking adorable, I had to teach her a lesson.
I pressed my bulge against her as I played with her clit. Her body reacted just the way I expected it to. She moved her hips silently, begging me to put her out of her misery, but she’d have to wait.
I reached for the vibrator and switched it on. Laying it on her back, I let the vibrations tease her body like tiny spurts of electricity fueling her ever-growing need to be fucked. Her arms visibly trembled as she gripped the sheets beneath her palms.
I slipped my hand slowly up her back, starting at the top of her perfectly rounded ass, where my handprint decorated her otherwise porcelain skin.
My fingers drummed tauntingly, teasing her spine.
Her body shivered under my touch. I knew she was desperate when her breath hitched, and she let out a deep, needy groan.
“What’s the matter, Sweetheart? Didn’t get enough the first time?” I laced my fingers into her hair, pulling it tight, forcing her to arch her back, keeping her head tilted so I could whisper into her ear.
“Do you want me to fuck this pretty little cunt.” The last part escaped through gritted teeth. My cock pulsed. I could feel the warmth of her soaking wet pussy, begging me to fuck her.
“Yes,” she quickly responded with a breathy whisper.
“Beg,” I demanded, letting the word roll off my tongue aggressively as I fought against my own dire need to possess her in every way.
My hands roamed, sternly grasping her hips, her skin like butter under the intensity of my grip.
I growled impatient and wanton, waiting for her response.
She took a breath and fixed her lips, “Pl…”
Losing control, I didn’t let her finish before I thrusted hard, pushing my bulging erection into your swollen pussy, earning the most erotic groan deep from inside of her.
“FUUUCK.” I hissed as she swallowed me whole. Taking me all the way to the hilt. I pulled out vexingly slow, savoring the satisfying way her pussy gripped my shaft on the way out.
“Tell me!” I demanded, letting another slap lay against her ass. “Tell me who you belong to.”
I thrusted harder this time, As I empailed her flaming lips. Her body jostled on the impact, knocking her to her stomach, but that didn’t slow my motions. Her moans like an aphrodisiac
Charged my primal impulses.
“I’m yours!” she screamed. The sheets muffling her voice. I gripped her hair, pulling her face from the mattress. “Say it louder, I want this entire club to fucking know who you belong to.”
I pushed, my thrusts coming in quicker and harder as she tried to compose herself enough to obey my commands. My breath was hot on the sensitive spot on her neck.
“I’m Yours, Dallas Kingston,” she screamed at the top of her lungs. her body tensed and shook through her release as she rode the wave of complete ecstasy.
I was lost in reverie. I didn’t realize I had stopped moving completely, taking in the sight before me.
The red hue that covered her body, the same body that was now riddled with exhaustion.
The giggles that escaped her lips every time she came all over my cock.
The way her puppy dog eyes mesmerized me when she looked up at me from beneath her lashes, but more than anything, it was the passion I felt toward her.
It was like what I had unknowingly been searching for had found its way to me in the form of this goddess of a woman.
The void that I had filled with insignificant sex with random women now seemed blatant.
I’ve made so many mistakes, more than I care to admit, but I don’t regret any of them because, looking back on this whole experience called life, I see the gravity of my perspective.
The prominence of one choice and how it can define your whole life.
The satisfaction of finally knowing who I am.
I am Dallas Kingston, and I’m fucking proud of it.
* * *
Heavy knocks at the door stirred me awake.
I opened my eyes to the bright morning lights seeping in from behind the black-out curtains that have seen better days.
I rolled over to face a dresser covered in trophies and ribbons.
The biggest was our championship trophy.
Last year’s jersey, with a number twelve on it, hung encased on the wall, with the championship game day ball sitting in front of it on a pedestal.
When I ignored the knocks from the other side, my bedroom door flew open. Looking down, I realized I was in my Spider-Man boxers, which had moved in my sleep, exposing everything underneath them.
I quickly grabbed my triceratops stuffy, whom I named Petrie from the childhood movie ‘The Land Before Time,’ and threw it over my midsection.
“Oh, Dallas, it’s not like there’s anything there I haven’t seen.” She picked up my robe from the floor and tossed it in my direction. Then, she walked over to the window and threw open the curtains. The room instantly filled with a blinding light.
“Mom, why do you have to barge in here like that? I’m a man now.” I whined at her intrusion.
“Well, technically, not until tomorrow. It’s April 2nd for another twelve hours; until then, you’re still my baby,” she said, sitting on the mattress beside me and rubbing her hand over my cheek.
“Mom,” I swiped my hand up, pushing hers away, “I’m not a baby.” I groaned.
She stood up, grabbing the pile of dirty clothes I threw against the wall before passing out last night.
“I’ll never understand you boys. I mean, the hamper is right there.” She pointed to the cloth basket, which was only ten inches from the pile.
She reached over with her free hand grabbing the Ghostface mask from my nightstand and gave me a pointed look. “It’s not Halloween, son,”
I was up on my feet in seconds. “NO, it’s for something else. Just get out, Mom, please,” I whimpered, snatching the mask from her hand and tossing it under my pillow.
“Oh, Dallas, I’ll never understand you and your toys,” she cooed, throwing her hand in the air as she turned toward the door.
I placed a peck on her cheek and a hand on her back, nudging her to keep going. I guided her through the door, closing it behind her and securing the lock. I turned with my back against the door and slid to the floor. I rubbed my hand over my face. “What a dream,” I whispered to no one.
Looking up at the poster where Rocky Balboa hung, staring back at me with the quote,
“You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life, but it ain’t about how hard you can get hit; it’s about how hard you get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward.”
The End!