Chapter 37 #2
In the next instant, my back is pressed against the crumbling brick wall, my arms pinned high above my head.
Then his mouth is on mine, hard and demanding.
He tastes like desperation, lust, and something…
dangerous. It’s suffocating. His hungry tongue sweeps past my lips as his dick grows long and thick against my belly.
“I need you,” he growls, yanking my jeans down to my thighs.
“Stop,” I pant, latching onto his wrists. “I’m not going to let you fuck me in a dirty alley.”
“You don’t get a say in where or when I fuck you, Zilphia,” he snarls, ripping my thong from my body.
“No, Sandman, no!” I plead with him. “You can’t keep treating me like this. I’m going to be the mother of your child.”
“You think I want to be obsessed with you?” He slips a hand between my thighs.
“Obsessed with this? To crave you more than I crave my next breath?” he rasps, burying his nose against the side of my neck and inhaling my scent.
“To crave your smell, the warmth of your skin, the wet suction of your hot pussy? You consume my every waking moment. I fucking hate you, Zilphia. But I hate myself even more for wanting you so badly.”
“I never wanted to be your obsession,” I sob in frustration. “Please stop this. I can’t take it anymore. Please, for our child’s sake.”
“You should’ve stayed in your bedroom that night, Zilphia,” he says, sinking to his knees.
“No good deed goes unpunished,” I whisper.
He looks up at me from under those long golden eyelashes and blows on my clit. I cry out in ecstasy, my knees nearly buckling. It shouldn’t feel like this—hot, consuming, perfect. Not with him. He’s a monster.
“No good deed goes unpunished,” he echoes, then slowly licks me from my throbbing entrance to my clit, keeping his gaze locked with mine.
I cry out again, my head thrashing from side to side. I’m on fire for him.
“Want me to stop?” he asks, his eyes daring me to lie.
I shake my head, my eyes burning with tears. There’s no sense in denying it. My body’s reaction reveals the truth.
“Say it,” he demands.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Good girl.” He slides his thumbs along my folds and spreads my pussy lips apart. “Beautiful and all mine.”
His strong mouth closes over my clit, and my entire body jerks with pleasure.
I grab fistfuls of his flaxen mane and scream out his name, wanting to pull him closer and push him away at the same time.
Thick fingers plunge deep inside my aching pussy, deliciously stretching my slick walls as his tongue flicks back and forth over my swollen clit.
“Oh God,” I slur, undulating against his face, completely out of my mind with need. “Oh God, Sandman.”
I fall over the edge into blissful euphoria, my body dripping and writhing uncontrollably.
He brings me to climax again and again—urgency in every caress of his tongue and thrust of his fingers. Maybe this is what happens when unrequited love turns to hate, then to lust, and finally to obsession. It’s the perfect storm, and the worst part is, I’m starting to enjoy the thunder.
I collapse against him, my legs folding beneath me. “I can’t… I can’t. Sandman, please.”
“More,” he rasps, yanking my shoe off and peeling one leg free from my jeans. “I need more.”
He guides my thighs over his shoulders, then his mouth is back on my clit.
He sucks my swollen flesh while his fingers seek my warm depths again.
He slides his other hand under the curve of my ass and works a finger into my rimmed opening.
My moans reverberate through the alley as the throbbing pressure in my feminine core builds again, but it’s different this time.
I feel something more… but what that more is, I don’t know.
“What’s… what’s happening?” I moan.
Sandman moves his fingers and tongue with purpose—wild, wet, and greedy.
Oh God, it’s coming. A raw sound escapes my throat as a stream of milky liquid gushes from between my thighs, soaking his face and the front of his shirt.
Wave after wave of paralyzing ecstasy consumes my entire being as he ravenously drinks from my body.
He drinks every drop I have to give, leaving me depleted and limp from exhaustion.
Before I can fully regain my senses, Sandman pins me against the wall with his big body and pushes into me from behind, filling my pussy to the hilt. I brace my hands on the crumbling red brick, waiting with both anticipation and dread.
He stills and presses his mouth to my ear. “I’ve waited for this all day.”
“Show me,” I whisper before I can stop myself.
He digs hard fingers into my jaw and angles my face toward his. I meet his gaze and shiver at the feral desire shining in the blue depths. “Tell me you’re mine, Zilphia,” he demands.
My body clenches around his erection, desperately needing him to fuck us both to completion.
He groans. “Tell me.”
“I’m yours.”
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmurs, then begins moving inside me, fucking me so achingly slow my toes curl. “I’d lie awake for hours, fucking you a thousand different ways in my mind, wishing it was your pussy instead of my hand giving me pleasure. Now my child is growing in your belly.”
I give him my complete submission because I don’t have a choice, and even if I did, I don’t know if I’d want him to stop. My mind knows he’s the embodiment of toxic as fuck, but my body doesn’t give a damn. Fate won’t be denied, and neither will he. It’s a never-ending cycle of fucked up with him.
He places a lingering kiss on the spot just behind my earlobe, while his expert fingers softly stroke my engorged clit. “You hear how wet she is for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“That’s the sound of your surrender,” he murmurs and pulls back until only the tip of his length is left inside my throbbing center.
“I’m the villain in your story, but I’m the one your pussy purrs for.
The one who makes you come so goddamn hard you forget your own name.
” He slowly sinks back into my heat and stills again.
“Prince Charming could never make you this wet.”
He begins pounding into my pussy with bone-jarring force.
“Too rough,” I whimper, but he only fucks me harder.
It hurts, but damn, he’s hitting all the right spots. Each frenzied thrust into my body lifts my feet off the ground. I position a hand beneath my cheek to protect my soft skin from being scraped raw. Our ragged breathing and flesh slapping against flesh echoes in my ears.
The dread I felt is forgotten, replaced with a need beyond my comprehension. I’m becoming just as twisted as he is. He takes without asking and hurts without empathy, but I stay wet and ready for his dick. Our type of fucked up can’t be replicated.
“You’re the air in my lungs, the blood in my veins, and every beat of my goddamn heart,” he rasps, placing a large hand beside mine on the brick wall while keeping the other between my thighs. “Fuck you, Zilphia. Fuck you.”
He’s wrong—I’m none of those things. Hate is the air in his lungs, the blood in his veins, and the driving force in his every heartbeat. Hate is intoxicating. Hate is powerful. Hate is pain. Hate is beautiful. Hate can be many things, but for him, hate is life.
He seeks my lips, and I readily give him what he wants. Our lips and tongues clash together in a kiss that steals my breath as he ferociously surges in and out of my pussy.
“Fuck yes,” he groans against my kiss-swollen lips, the urgency of his thrusts increasing.
“I want you to soak my insides with your cum,” I moan, drunk on pleasure. “I want it dripping from my pussy.”
“Zilphia, Zilphia, Zilphia,” he chants my name over and over, pounding into me so deep, I swear I feel him in my womb.
Finally, I fall headfirst into unadulterated rapture. My eyes roll to the back of my head as my slick walls contract around his rock-hard dick. I want this feeling forever, but there’s a steep price to pay. I can’t have the man without the monster.
“That’s right, squeeze that dick,” he rasps as his hot cum floods my pussy.
He comes and comes and comes, his seed overflowing onto my thighs.
I’m an emotional wreck by the time he slips from my body. Sex is powerful; my mother drilled that into my head when I was a little girl. She said sex makes men weak, and that’s what makes women superior. She’s obviously never gotten fucked by someone like Sandman.
I turn around, using the wall for support. He watches me with a blank expression on his stone features as he secures his belt buckle. How can he not be affected? He felt it too, didn’t he? It couldn’t have been just my imagination.
“Get dressed,” he bites out.
“I need help,” I say softly, pointing at my jeans. I’ll topple over if I try to move now. His nostrils flare in annoyance, but he crouches down in front of me and roughly shoves my foot into my pant leg.
“Wait!” I exclaim and shyly gesture toward the sticky cum on my thighs. “Do you have a napkin or something?”
“No,” he barks, yanking my jeans up. “Hurry the fuck up.”
I blink back tears. How can he fuck me like that, then treat me like shit afterward? He’s so confusing. After several failed attempts, I finally managed to fasten my jeans. Sandman is already sitting astride his motorcycle, glaring at me.
“Hurry up!” he yells. “I don’t have all fucking day.”
I walk over to him on wobbly legs, but I don’t climb on behind him just yet. “Have you ever been with anyone the way you are with me?”
He chuckles sarcastically. “Does it matter?”
“Yeah, it does.”
“Every bitch I fuck is treated to the Sandman special. Did you think it was only reserved for you?”
I shake my head. “I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t give two fucks about what you believe, Zilphia. Don’t take what I say when I’m horny to heart. That’s just my dick talking.” He cocks his head sideways, his lips tilting upward in a subtle smirk. “You don’t think you’re the only girl I’m fucking, do you?”
I raise my chin defiantly. “If you were fucking other girls, you wouldn’t be fucking me multiple times a day.”
He shrugs a shoulder. “What can I say? I have a high sex drive.”
“Stop fucking lying!” I shout.
Sandman launches himself at me, seizing my throat in a vise grip. “Have you forgotten who’s in charge?” He sneers in my face. “You’re nothing more than a piece of meat to me, Zilphia, so don’t get any fanciful ideas about what’s happening between us.”
He releases me, and I fall to my knees, gasping for breath. I look down at my belly, and a sense of calm envelops me. There are dark days ahead, but my baby will make those days a lot easier.