Drew doesn’t fight. Doesn’t bicker or growl at the policemen. He goes limp like a deflated balloon as they read him his rights and cuff him, his black hair covering his face, as they drag him through the house.
How long would they lock him away until he comes back… I know he won’t leave me to be at peace. Obsession doesn’t work like that.
His venom would come back with a vengeance. I can hear the hissing already. A volley of furious snakes ready to feast on my eyeballs.
What would they get him for? Drunk and disorderly? That would keep him locked up for a day or two before his lawyers get him out. With his salary, he could afford the best ones in the Midwest.
The thoughts spiral in my brain until I look over to Charlie. His gaze is focused on the house, ears perked up waiting for the officers to slam their doors shut.
Maybe Charlie would protect me—shield me from his brother’s fixation. He didn’t back down today. Maybe he could actually hold off his brother. His fists were clenched, ready to throw the first punch. Ready to put his life on the line for me…
Martha’s nervous chuckles take over the tension in the air. “Sorry for the interruption folks, but now the wedding will continue as planned!”
Of course they will…
Afterthatdreadfulstartto the ceremony, the wedding went on without a hitch. I was forced to witness my father kiss Jackson on the lips. And let me tell you—it wasn’t easy to hold back the vomit that threatened to erupt from my stomach like Mt. St. Helens.
It should be codified into Minnesota state law that no one is allowed to watch their former best friend share lips with their father.
A grotesque memory seared into my brain for the rest of eternity…
“Thank you for being there today. Thank you for standing up to your brother.” I murmur into Charlie’s lips as we stumble into his apartment.
“Of course baby. You know your Captain would do anything for you,” he grumbles back, pushing me against the countertop.
For the first time in ages I turn off my mind, blocking the dark residue of Drew.
I don’t allow myself to think, onlyfeelthe delicate sensation as Charlie ruthlessly rips off my pants, my jacket, my shirt, and finally my underwear. Each piece of fabric landing on the kitchen floor.
“Captain’s been starving…” he groans, as he buries his mouth in my crease, my legs clamping around his shoulders.
My cock throbs, aching to burst it’s milky contents from the first swipe of his angelic tongue. I arch my back, fingers clinging to the edges of the granite island. Bliss quickly replacing the pounding adrenaline that has been surging through me.
Every memory of today dissolves under the sharp ecstasy of his mouth.
I moan, high and choppy, as my hole gapes and flutters for his tongue. It’s desperate to allow him to penetrate as far as he can with his heavenly muscle. To push deeper and stretch me open as he’s supposed to.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I squeal as he launches further, his breath becoming ragged.
I can hear the hunger mounting in his mouth, guttural growls as he devours my sacred pink flesh. The growls turn frenzied, a look of rabid lust reflecting across his pupils as I look down to meet his orbits.
“You ready to be stuffed, properly?” he snarls, my cock twitching at the question, shooting a spurt of pre-cum.
Inod frantically as he lines up, keeping my feet pinned on his shoulders, leaving me spread wide and helpless beneath him. My whole body trembles in anticipation, I can’t wait, I need it, Ineedhim.
“Please go in…” I beg, my voice cracking from the lust overwhelming me.
His girth pushes inside, hefty and on a mission, stretching my flesh as it forces a channel to meet his demanding size. The bitter sting rapidly transforms to euphoric rapture. “Satisfied?”
I lick my lips in response, aching for another taste of his saliva, but it begs the question.Will I ever be satisfied?
But right now, in this moment, with his cock splitting me open—hell yes I am.
“Yes Captain!” I mewl, while he buries his prick further inside, displacing my insides to his hankering. “Use me like you hate me.”
His response is nothing shy of barbaric, hips slamming into my pelvis with bruising intent, thrusts further and harder. A slap pierces the air as our bodies collide between the feral snarls that escape his lips.
My fingers scrabble to grip the edge of the counter as he has his way with me. My body quakes with each demanding jab, pouty moans pouring from my mouth on repeat. Beads of pearls coating my stomach.
