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[celestialdragon]

I groan softly and squirm, moaning loudly.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"You gonna cum on my cock tonight baby girl?" I ask, making wider, harder circles, the slick sounds of me thrusting into you starting to fill the room.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Uh huh, close. . ." I moan, squirming and starting to whimper.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

I pull all the way out and slide into you again and again, snapping you open each time. You feel my hands go to your hips and ready myself to speed up.

 

[celestialdragon]

I let out a loud whimper and then another soft scream as I cum hard on your cock, shivering and moaning.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

As you come down, I start thrusting faster and harder, but not rough. As I do, the phone goes off. I look at it and look at you, wondering if there will be any reaction.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Ignore it," I whisper. "We'll find out who it was after this. . ." I squirm underneath of you, still on a pleasure high

 

[CarnivalBarker]

I just nod, my caveman brain unable to think of anything but defiling the little girl beneath me.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Ohhh. . . yes, baby," I say, still on my pleasure high and continue to squirm and moan beneath you.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"Baby you going to try to go again, or can I finish?" I ask, my head sweating as I hold back for you.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Finish, baby," I tell you, feeling exhausted and pleasure filled all at once. "Please. . ."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

I nod again and hit a steady rhythm. After a few moments, I feel you grip my cock, as your hand slides under your thigh and caresses my balls. I explode inside you with a primal roar as I give the last three thrusts very hard and very deep, claiming my girl.

 

[celestialdragon]

I gasp and arch my back as you finish in me, holding you as you cum, being claimed by you.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

I stay over you, rubbing on you as I catch my breath and stay inside you as long as I can. "That was nice," I say, understating it.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Understatement of the century," I say with a tired laugh. I stroke your hair gently and rub your back.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"How do we top all this?" I ask, to nobody in particular, completely in love and lust with the sexy creature in my bed. I curl you into a spoon, and tell you I can't get enough of you. I remember, suddenly and grab my phone, looking at it.

"Well guess who needs to tell me something," I say, shaking my head.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Riley," I growl softly, angered. "Next time she calls while we're having sex, let's answer it and then continue. . ." I snuggle into you, acting innocent.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"You think THAT would get her to stop calling you a slut?" I pat your hot little ass.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Frankly, I don't give a damn what she calls me anymore," I say, giggling. I look at you. "I just want to annoy the fuck out of her, and I want her to go away, but she won't, so I have to just not care." I look at you. "Even though I care, and it hurts." My lower lip quivers a little bit.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

I kiss your forehead. "See," I say. "I know you care. I need her to at least respect you. And I know you want that." I kiss your lips. "You deserve that."

 

[celestialdragon]

I couldn't help it; tears started rolling down my cheeks when you told me I deserved respect. I remain quiet, not wanting to be loud, not wanting you to know, but feeling like you should.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

I raise up slightly to look at your face, and my suspicions confirmed. "Baby, why are you crying?" I ask. "What's the matter?"

 

[celestialdragon]

I cough, caught. "My turn to tell you a story," I say with a sad smile.

"In high school, when I was about sixteen, I started dating someone who I thought was perfect. He was a nerd, he doted on me before and after we started dating, funny, sweet, handsome, smart. . . I thought I was going to have a high school romance. . ."

I gulp. "About six months after we started dating, he started becoming abusive. At first it was little stuff, mainly name calling whenever we got into an argument, and he always hugged me afterwards, saying he didn't mean the stuff he said. But then it grew worse. The names became more and more vulgar, the fights became more frequent and more violent. He started taking me for granted, became increasingly jealous of any of my friends who were male. I stuck with him though, because I was young, and foolish, and I loved him."

I shake with my next words. "Christmas night, about a year and a half later, I went over to his house, weary of everything, wanting out by this point. I didn't want to have to continually make up lies about the bruises and cuts on my body, lie about why tears forever stood in my eyes. I was going to end it all there. And I did. He went crazy- by this time, he was also a heavy drinker- and threw a beer bottle at me. It shattered on impact, cutting up exposed skin on my leg. While I bled, kneeling down and putting pressure on it, he came over and started kicking me. . . calling me vulgar names. . . telling me if I leave him, he'd kill me. . . I passed out, crying and pleading with him to let me go. . . "

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"What happened then?" I ask ,squeezing you into me as you tell this story, feeling awful that my baby girl had to experience anything like this.

 

[celestialdragon]

I take a deep breath. "I ended up staying in the hospital for the entirety of Christmas break, to monitor me. I had a severe concussion and several scars. He had also raped me after I passed out, and had to go through the whole legal system. . . The rest of my junior year of high school was a nightmare. . . I had very few friends left because I spent so much time with him, and Dad was the only parent around. . ." I sniffle, trying to hold it in. "I went into therapy because I became depressed over it. . ." I show you a small scar on my right wrist, faded white. "I did this Christmas my senior year. . . Dad had just been diagnosed with cirrhosis and I hadn't moved on from that day. Fourteen stitches and 48 hours later, I felt better, for some reason."

I curl into you. "You're the only person I've ever told this to, only Dad knew the full story. . ."