Sorry the update is so late in the day! But happy Friday!

As always, thanks to my amazingggggg team, and you lovely folks that read all my fuckery! See you at the bottom!


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I can't breathe, not that I have any desire to. My view is fucking perfect, looking straight up Bella's lean stomach to the underside of her tits that bounce with how hard she's riding my face.

Her head is thrown back, long hair brushing my chest while she moans and cries and soaks my chin and neck with how much she fucking loves this, and I grip her thighs to pull her down harder against me.

She screams when she comes like she always does. Well, always except when my hand is too tight around her throat for her to make too much sound.

My girl is kinky as fuck, and man, is it fun. I feel like every time I'm with her, I discover some new sort of depravity that gives me plenty to think about when one or both of us is at work and we can't be together.

She's so light, and it takes almost no effort on my end to move out from underneath her, push her shoulders down into the bed, and slide into her from behind.

I grip the back of her neck, forcing her into the mattress as I fuck her, her hands frantically trying to grab onto anything they can.

She says something, but it's muffled, so I use my grip to pull her up so she can talk, my hips still smacking furiously against her ass.

"Talk to me," she begs, her voice strained and desperate.

"Fucking, what?" She's so tight, feels so good it's hard to concentrate.

"Talk to me. Treat me like I'm just your whore. Fuck me like you hate me."

She's fucking stunning when she's like this, so lost to pleasure and desperate for more, more, always fucking more. To be fucked harder, smacked, spanked, her hair pulled, anything that will heighten this feeling—anything that will quench this fire in our bellies that can't get enough.

And as always, I oblige. My hand grips her throat, pulling her back, so her neck and torso have to stretch to accommodate. My other hand in her hair, feeling her spine curve so fucking deliciously that I hit her even deeper with each thrust. Somehow.

"You want to be my whore, huh?" I don't recognize my own voice; it's so deep and dark and filled with a part of me I didn't know I had.

Bella tries to nod, but her position doesn't make it easy, and her screams are cut down to animalistic grunts from her lack of air.

"Take my fucking cock, slut. It's all you're fucking good for. Just a hole for me to fill with my cum."

"Yes, Daddy, please," she manages to pant, and it does something inside me. Makes me snap.

I flip her over, pinning one leg beneath me and the other hooked over my arm, pushing it back so when I slam back into her, I hit her so deep she screams.

Gripping her jaw, I get in her face, bite her perfect lips and squeeze so her cheeks squish a little.

"Who owns this pussy?" I growl.

"You...only you."

Her nails are digging into my back, stinging, my pelvic bone hitting her clit while I pound into her relentlessly. I don't think when she opens her mouth to cry out, I spit in it and fucking almost come when she laughs and licks it up, looking at me like I just gave her a gift.

"Show me," I say through gritted teeth. "Show me what a whore you are for my cock."

She doesn't disappoint, her walls clamping down and making me follow shortly behind her with our voices carrying through the building without a single fuck given on how we may be disturbing her neighbors.

We stopped using condoms a while ago. The whole "we're both clean, and she's on birth control" thing, making things so much better because there's fucking nothing like spilling inside my girl without a barrier.

Or pulling out and watching me leak out of her.

I collapse next to her, both of us breathing hard and trying to compose ourselves. Eventually, she uses the towel from her shower to clean herself up then rolls over to snuggle up against me, and I welcome it even if we are both sweaty and gross.

We're at my place tonight, though Bella complains it's too barren. The bed works just the same, and with her off tomorrow, it makes sense to be closer to my job.

"Hm," she sighs, propping her chin up on my chest to look at me. "What now?"

She's teasing—I know she is. Because one of two things is about to happen. Either we're going to fall asleep in our mess like the nasty fucks we are, or we're going to get up and shower again and wind up fucking again.

"My mom wants to meet you this weekend." I blurt the words out before I can stop them, my brain too frazzled in its post-sex bliss.

Honestly...what the actual fuck is wrong with me?


Okay. So. Maybe a little personal update? I don't know how many of you care buuuuut, here goes:

I battle HARD with chronic depression and anxiety. I've been in a depression for over a year now, that's recently gotten much deeper and therefore more dangerous. BUT, I've met some fucking amazing people in this community that have done more for me than mostly anyone ever in my life, and thanks to all of them, I'm starting to make the changes I need to make to get myself out of this rut.It won't happen overnight, but it will happen. I will conquer this like I have several times before.I say all of this for two reasons:

1. I am a safe space. If any one of you ever need to talk, I'm here. The world needs you. Please do not hesitate to reach out to me, even if we've never spoken before. I do not judge, and I will be here.

2. Less important, but, my updates may be more sporadic because of this. They'll still be daily, it just likely won't be around the same time like I have been. I know yall don't mind, but I wanna keep you posted :)