Chapter 44
FORTY-FOUR
MASE
Tara grinds down on my limp cock like it’s a fucking pogo stick as I try and fail to regain control. What the hell is happening to me?
My vision is hazy, my head is cloudy, and each move I take to push her off makes her screech a noise that rings in my ears like a siren.
I feel like I’m fading away as I battle against her, but I refuse to give up the fight. This bitch is not going to do what she thinks she is.
“Do you need me to pretend I’m her?” She slaps my face, and I’m stunned before I shake her hand off me.
She knows about Summer. This isn’t good.
I attempt to push her off me, but she only cackles louder.
“I have some little blue pills I can shove down your throat and get your cock hard. Then I’ll get all the evidence I need of you fucking me. ” Her eyes are alight with insanity.
Jesus fucking Christ. I lived with her, and at one point in my miserable life, I actually thought I loved her.
I lift my hips in an attempt to throw her off, but all it does is have her bitching up a storm.
It’s like she’s only pretending to enjoy this, and I know Tara better than anyone; she’s not enjoying it.
Maybe if she enjoyed me, we might have lasted a bit longer.
Who am I kidding? We were never meant to be. We never should have been.
“Tarrra,” I croak out, my tongue thick somehow and my words slurred. “Stoppp.”
She lifts her palm and slaps me again, but I don’t feel it. Every muscle in my back coils as I raise my head from the pillow in an attempt to move, my body feeling so unbelievably heavy. Then she hits me again, and I fall back against the mattress, feeling utterly useless.
“Jesus. Just stay down, you dumb fuck!” she hisses.
She grabs something off the dresser, and I turn my head to see what she’s reaching for, then a shooting pain splintering through me is followed up by everything going black.