Ch 13

Ok so the song for this chapter is "Poison" By Alice Cooper, a personal favorite of mine for many reasons. :)

"Your cruel device,
Your blood like ice.
One look could kill,
My pain, your thrill.

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch),
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop.
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much),
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison.

You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains."

Poison by Alice Cooper

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He was poison to her, this man, in a way he had been all her life. It was just no use, he could always wear her down and this was no different. Once again he'd gotten under her skin like a virus with just a smile it seemed. He could be so charming sometimes and she wanted what he had for her, and he was all too willing to give her.

Why, oh why was he so fucking good looking. What was it about him that she could never resist. Jack was good looking, not in the animalistic, growling way that Mac was though. But he was handsome for sure; Julie didn't want to think about Jack now, Mac was all she could see.

What. Was. It? What power did he of all people have over her? Why could she never say no to him, no matter how many times she swore she would.

He was like her kryptonite, no that wasn't right. He was her fix, the strap around her arm and the needle in her veins. Mac was like a bump of the best blow money could buy. A high that could take you up into the sky, to heaven and back, and if you weren't careful you'd end up in hell. But Fuck that right now. He was in her bed and for a little while she would just turn her mind off and feel. So name your poison, and it shall be yours the voice inside her head told her, what is your drug of choice. Well, it was a person of course.

They had waited so long...

"Your mouth, so hot,
Your web, I'm caught.
Your skin, so wet,
Black lace on sweat.

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins).
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name.
Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin (deep in).
I wanna kiss you, but your lips are venomous poison.

You're poison running through my veins.
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains.
Poison.".

The mattress dipped as he climbed on top of her and Julie sighed out loud, Mac's body was hard against hers and she could feel his weight through her whole being. There was nothing like the weight of a man on you and her legs spread in submission and anticipation. She had missed him so much, he was finally here.

Her breath came out in puffs as he moved between her thighs to get them further apart. Mac liked her legs spread wide and he always wanted to be right there between them, she thought with a grin and when her legs were apart enough to his satisfaction he came up on his knees.

With a smile and a wink he reached into his front pants pocket and pulled the tin out, he shook his head when she started to object.

"Just a little Molly, sweetheart, just a little taste to get in the mood," Obscenely, Mac licked his fingers one at a time, and giving her a show and a promise of what was coming next, then pausing to run one hand up her leg. He finally dipped his fingers into the powder, rubbed it on his gums and waited for the curtain to come down; when it hit him it took his breath away.

The rush came over him, warm, and familiar; his skin flushed as the drug hit his opiate receptors. White light flashed before his eyes and desire flooded his mind. This was what he had waited for, this feeling had been missing from his life for a long damn time.

Molly was not a new drug to him, Meth was his drug of choice of course, but Ecstasy was his sex drug, there was nothing like it. Fucking on X was something else; he'd had meth and heroin in the clink but not this, not in a long time. What was the sense of having a sex drug in the slammer?

This had been long awaited and every part of him was euphoric. The hair stood up on his entire body and his dick throbbed anew. Blood coursed through his body hot as fire as he looked down at her. She was beautiful and she was everything. His lover and the mother of his only child. What he felt for Julie was tenfold, there were no women to have in jail, but he had her now.

And he intended to have her for as long as he wanted.

"Come'er," He pulled her up and repeated the process, sliding his fingers into her mouth and she allowed it. Then he moved back on top of her, pressing his cock against her.

"One look (one look) could kill (could kill),
My pain, your thrill.

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch).
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop.
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much).
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison.

You're poison running through my veins.
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains.
Poison."

Julie groaned and pushed against him trying to get relief from the burning between her legs, she needed friction, she needed him. Nothing mattered except the two of them and getting naked as soon as possible.

"You want that?" Mac grinned as he pushed against her and the effect of the drugs he gave her made her just the way he wanted her. She was hot and ready for him in a second as the drug hit her, squirming beneath him just the way he liked it, "Let's get you out of these, hmm?"

Julie nodded her head as he sat up in his knees and peeled the t-shirt he was wearing off and shucked out of his jeans. As usual, he had no underwear on, he had told her once it was a waste of time. If he was taking his pants down it was either to fuck or piss Mac had told her, and boxers just got in the way.

She had to admit the view was spectacular.

Grabbing his knife he made quick work of things and cut the straps of her shirt to have better access to her body. He let his hands go up her rib cage and over her breasts nice and slow, taking care to swipe her nipples with each thumb.

Her breathing was heavier and her eyes glassy already, either from the X or his touch, or both. He stared down at her body and stroked himself, giving her a leering grin. Now her hands went up to her breasts to finish what he started and he died a thousand deaths watching her touch herself.

"Been waiting a long time to do this Jules," He groaned and she sighed again; Mac was calling her Jules, the thought washed through her addled brain now. He was smiling, calling her by his name for her and all was right with the world, "You want a good hard fuck don't ya? I know I do." He purred.

Her body was on high alert and Julie could feel the blood pumping through her veins like fire. She was not a drug user but this felt, this felt wonderful. She would let him do this again if he wanted to, who was she even kidding, she would let him do anything.

Julie watched as he stroked the length of his impressive cock before her eyes and she was nearly salivating. Mac was a dirty motherfucker when he wanted to be, "Been dreaming of cumming all over those gorgeous fucking tits," He groaned as he teased her through the men's boxer shorts she had worn to bed that night, first with his fingers and then his dick.

Julie moaned and arched her back like a cat that had just been scratched in all the right ways. It was the drugs and it wasn't, he just knew how to push all the right buttons. He always had, and like it or not he owned her. There was no one like him. He was her master, he always would be.

There never would be another love like this, she had tried to make one and it was impossible. What they had was life changing.

"You want them off," He asked and she nodded," He responded by teasing her more, he could feel her getting wet through the shorts and it was hard to stop, but he did, he would be patient, and open this gift slowly, "Soon I promise, I'm gonna fuck you so good."

His lips were where she wanted them, his mouth hot and wet on that spot of her neck only he knew about. His hand slipped under her shorts and she was in heaven. Soon Mac was devouring her right breast, licking and teasing her nipple until she was out of her mind.

His fat fingers filled up her pussy and she could only imagine how his cock would feel. No one had a cock like Mac. He knew it too. He was packing heat and had the attitude to go with it. Fuck her life.

"Oh fuckkkkkk," She groaned and he smiled at that, then went right back to work with that evil mouth of his.

This was just a supposed to be a one night stand, that was all. Before she knew it everything had gotten way out of hand, all because she scratched on an easy shot so she could fuck the town bad boy without consequences. How wrong she had been. Everything has consequences.

Now she was trapped again by him and his sexual power. His fingers were bringing her to the brink of orgasm and she couldn't stand the wait any longer. Six years was a long time to go without this.

Neither of them could hold out any longer. Mac yanked down her shorts and sunk inside of her in one motion and she cried out.

He stretched her just right with that huge baseball bat cock he had and she came immediately. Her entire body convulsed at once, and it went on and on.

Her eyes rolled back into her skull hard as she rode this wave out then she sat straight up in bed, panting and moaning.

Julie was confused, it always confused her when this happened.

Her hand was between her legs and she realized it had just been a dream. This time they had done drugs together and then fucked, her subconscious was switching it up it seemed.

Her phone was ringing now Jesus Christ. She knew it was Jack. He called every morning but she just couldn't talk to him, not now.

This wasn't the first fuck dream she had about Mac and she had a feeling it wouldn't be the last either. This just sucked.

Julie laid back down in a huff of desperation and closed her eyes, fuck her life indeed.

"Well, I don't wanna break these chains.
Poison
Running deep inside my veins.
Burning deep inside my veins.
Poison
I don't wanna break these chains.
Poison
I don't wanna break these chains."