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Chapter 10- Tragedy
Sex. The air is permeated with it. The smell of sweat and cum fills my lungs with every heavy pant. We've been at it for hours; I've lost count as to how many times we've spent each other, but the need is always still there, and so we continue...
Your moans of pleasure are only equaled by my screams of ecstasy as I pound into you.
Then, we are interrupted by the ringing of your phone. I hesitated, giving you a questioning glance.
"Don't, please don't stop. I'm so,...I'm so close."
That was all the reassurance I needed. I began thrusting into you with renewed vigor. You writhe in bliss underneath my pounding hand. I feel you pulse against my palm and I know that you are very close. I give one last final jerk and you cum all over my hand and your stomach. You clench and unclench and clench around my sex and I release myself into you once again.
I don't even bother pulling out of you this time. I can tell by the way you're nibbling on my ear that there will be more. But you surprise me by pulling back, unsheathing me.
"What's wrong?" I say as you act as if you're getting up to leave. Panic courses through me as I think that I wronged you somehow. "Did I do-" Your fingers upon my lips hush me.
"I just wanted to try something else."
Now, I'm on my back and somehow, you've come to be on top of me. Your lips meet mine and I open them to allow your tongue entrance. Out tongues dance around each other, almost like marionettes.
"Mmmmm,...you taste good, but I want more."
Then something happened inside me. For some reason, I let you take control. Never before have I submitted to you, I'm always the one in control. I lay there as you move down my chest, licking, kissing, nipping your way down, and I enjoyed every minute of it. I loved the feeling that came with giving you the reins. I just laid there, and did absolutely nothing, but relish in the pleasure you were giving me. I felt your tongue flit across the head of my already hard again arousal and let my eyelids slide down, moaning without restraint. You envelop me with your mouth, and I automatically thrust up with my hips. You sense my need for more, and pull back in order to spread my legs. You sheath yourself inside me, and I'm lost in the ecstasy of your sex. I move my hips to match your set rhythm. All I feel is bliss and I call out your name through my heavy panting.
"AYAME!"
You start to move faster, and take my pulsing member in your hand, pumping in sync with your thrusts.
Then, tragedy hits. . .beneath our moans of abandon, I hear a gasp. But you don't notice it and keep going. I turn my head toward the door and I see him. The shock and pain and. . .yes, disgust. . . utter disgust. He hates me. . . he despises me. . . he will want nothing at all to do with me . . . . .
. . . . He hates me.
Oh, yeah, I'm evil.