5
"Fuck you, Kingston!!!! I love you, why would you fucking do that to me?" the girl said.
Some blonde with green eyes. I don't remember her name. It didn't matter. She slapped me and I was so tired, coming off of whatever it was I was on.
"What is wrong with you?" I asked, bored.
"You just treat me like shit. You said you loved me and then you go fuck my sister?"
"She wanted to fuck me," I said, so bored, as if this should be obvious to her.
It was so confusing to me that she was this mad. It was obvious there was nothing to get mad over.
Why was she crying and angry and throwing her shoes at me?
Then she was beating my chest and I just felt somewhat unbothered.
Hands were flying, slapping my skin left and right.
She wouldn't stop. And that was whatever. But then… she grabbed me.
She grabbed my arm and tried to dig her nails through it…
I fought a lot of people.
Growing up, it's one of those things.
Getting into skirmishes even as a little boy. I had to defend myself many times.
I never hit women.
There was never any need to.
But… I don't like people grabbing me.
I just don't.
It makes me feel like they're taking advantage of me.
So I slammed the front of my head into hers. She went sailing back and crying. Her eye was immediately swollen.
"Whoops. Oh no, I didn't mean that," I heard my voice come out in a slow and nonchalant sarcasm.
"You asshole!!!! What is wrong with you?!" she screamed as she got back up and tried to hit me again, but I swung her around onto the bed.
She was so light and so easy and it was comical watching her trying to fight me. The girl was all of 5'1". I could pick her up with one hand and toss her out the window if I wanted to, and in that moment, I… I really wanted to.
I was curious how it would feel and how it would look.
What would her body look like if it splattered?
When she charged at me again, I grabbed her by her upper arm and went towards the balcony. I think it was daytime or nighttime, I don't know.
But it was a very remote place where me and the boys would chill; we were always moving around in the middle of New York.
I swung her over the railing. Her back was up against it, the top portion of her was leaning back, and the only thing that was holding her was my hand around her neck.
Her hands had an iron grip on my right hand and her legs were wrapped around my waist as her eyes were wide in terror.
"I gotta squeeze you tighter… so that you don't slip," my voice came out like a drunken cursive sentence.
After looking at her for a while, faking-out letting her go and then grabbing her neck again before she could fall and her crying, I smiled and then brought her up to the railing.
"Have you ever had sex while you were about to die?" I asked her.
"I'm sorry, King. I'm so sorry," she said, smiling at me with a nervousness that told me she didn't mean it.
"I don't believe you," I said, dipping her back again, causing her to scream and hold on to me again, her legs flailing as she hung on to me.
Then I leaned forward a little bit more because maybe both of us could fall over. I wondered what that would look like. I wondered if any of this was even real.
"Wait, bring me up, bring me up," she kept saying over and over again, her whole body shaking, her face red, choking.
I brought her up. She was still sitting on the railing, but when she tried to get down off of it, I would lean her back. Shaking my head, I grinned at her. "Don't do that. Don't want you to slip."
She leaned forward and kissed me. "You like this?" she said with a shaky voice.
"I think I do," I told her smugly, enjoying making her scared. I loved that look in her eyes. The fear and the lust made my trip so much better.
With my other hand, I dropped my pants, not caring that we were out in the open. She was wearing a skirt, so it was easy.
"Show me how much you love me," I told her, and her face went soft, like she realized this is all she had to do to prove it to keep me.
She kissed me as I slid inside of her, the railing being the right height for my hips to go right in, then I leaned her back, choking her slightly.
Her mid-back was bent right over the thin railing as it creaked with the both of our weight, me standing there thrusting into her as she held on to my arm for dear life while I squeezed her neck to keep a grip on her.
Weirdly enough, her pussy was super wet. She was afraid, and even while my right-hand grip was super tight around her neck and I could hear her gagging and choking, it was like she was liking this too.
"It's going to be the best cum you ever had.
Right before you die. Right before I let you go," I told her as I fucked her faster and harder, looking over to my right and seeing that the railing wasn't completely secure and there was nothing holding my weight securely; if it gave way, we would both go over.
The fear, me closing my eyes, holding on to her, feeling my hand get sweaty as her neck started to get slippery.
She choked, clawing at my hands, holding on for dear life as I fucked her, the railing making a loud or metallic noise every time I banged into her.
Then her pussy walls were clenching and squeezing and releasing in quick succession as she came, water squirting from her and causing me to lose my absolute fucking mind as I let go of her neck and felt myself pull forward a little bit as she gasped for air, still holding on to my hand, her legs wrapped around me as I came hard.
Holding out my hands to the side like a crucifix, causing her sweaty hands to slide away, I screamed out my orgasm, head thrown back, enjoying the feeling.
Meanwhile, the girl was slipping but holding on to me with just her legs because her hands were now flailing, trying to reach forward so I could take them. The orgasm lasted so fucking long.
"King, please help me!!!! HELP ME!!!! AAAAHA! PLEASE!" she shrieked in absolute panic.
"There's nothing wrong with dying. Don't be afraid," I breathed out, shuddering out my climax inside of her.
Then I let my hands fall and I looked at her reaching her hands out to me, her eyes wide and pleading, her blonde hair being pulled back by gravity wanting her to fall.
And I reached out my hands and then withdrew them to put them behind my back, and she continued holding herself around my waist with just her legs.
I wanted to watch.
I wanted to watch her fall.
Tilting my head, I just stare at her, because it's not every day you see that absolute fear in someone's eyes.
I wonder if that's what Sean went through before he died, or was he high out of his mind and didn't know what the fuck was going on while he was falling?
Her body hitting the pavement was something I wanted to see.
My penis was softening inside of her and I wanted to see… how long she would be able to hold on.
"Baby, please," she started to whimper in tears, "please," she said a little quietly, realizing that her screaming wasn't getting any attention.
I don't know if it was 5 minutes or 10, but her whole body was shaking because her core was activated and her legs were starting to fail and her muscles were under so much stress that they were shaking hard enough to cause the railing to make a vibrating sound.
I took a deep inhalation and then exhaled.
Then I reached forward and grabbed her arm and pulled her up, causing her to fall down at her knees on the balcony. She threw up, her body still trembling as she was on her hands and knees crying.
That was crazy.
"Wasn't that the best nut you ever had?" I asked her, smiling at her like it was funny because, in that moment to me, it was funny.
She looked back at me with this absolute look of disgust and anger.
“Wh—what the fuck is wrong with you?!” her shrieking words came out vibrating like she was.
Now ordinarily you would think she would go home and call the cops or her family or someone, but no.
She came back the next day, wanted me to fuck her like that again. Wanting me to choke her out, wanting me to fuck her so hard that it sent her to the hospital.
Apparently, she had gotten pregnant twice and lost both of them.
I don't know if they were mine and I don't know if the reason she lost those pregnancies was because she also was a heavy drinker, but it didn't matter.
It made me think about how many women I've slept with and how many I busted in raw.
How many of them were carrying my children?
How many of them did I make fatherless the way my father made me?
In that moment, it honestly amused me. I didn't give one fuck. They needed to figure it out just like I did.
I pulled out early on or I used condoms, but at some point I stopped because it didn't matter. Sometimes when I'd be walking around the street or if on tour, I'd see women with their babies and there's always a back thought wondering how many of them are mine.
If you asked me to tell you how many women I slept with, I couldn't.
I have no fucking idea.
In the short space of time of my fame, outside of when I was exploring my youth, I was fucking several women a day, every fucking day, and I could afford to be picky.
Some of the other guys were, but I wasn't.
Anything I could get my hands on just because I could.
Sometimes I would do them a favor.
I would see a woman, an older woman with a husband and kids, approach her buy her groceries, buy her a drink and make her feel special the way her husband never did.
Then I would rail the ever-loving blood cells out of her, put a stamp on her with my cock so deep inside of her, busting all the way in there that way I know that for as long as she lived and for as long as she was married, when she was having sex with her husband, it would be me she was thinking about.
I know this because girls have told me this.
You think all the women that came to me were single? Most of them had relationships. It didn't matter because I had enough love to go around. I wanted everyone to feel a special feeling that I felt because that's what I wanted, when I wanted it, and how I wanted it.