She pinched the tip and forcefully rolled the latex along his length, causing Mac to let out a light hiss. "It's too fuckin' small."
Kristy tilted her head and examined his erection. She did have quite a time getting it on and his skin was turning a cherry red color. Taking it in her hand she pumped along his length once and a tearing sound resulted.
"Actually how 'bout ya use that one." Mac suggested with a nasty grin.
"You've really got some hang-ups when it comes to sexual protection. Did the kids at school throw condoms at you or something traumatically scarring like that?" she asked sarcastically, ripping the ruined contraceptive from his generous girth.
"Jus like tha feel of a naked cunt ridin' ma pole, can't feel nuthin' with one a them bastards on. Condoms fuckin' suck." he retorted, getting pissed as he watched her climb off him to grab the other package.
"You know what sucks more? Chlamydia, AIDS, Herpes, Syphilis, and babies." she threw back at him, sitting down on her vanity chair to begin reading the back of the ultra thin Magnums box.
"I've got half a mind to show you some sexually transmitted disease pictures along with a few natural birth videos. Bet you'll love condoms then." she muttered more to herself than him.
But he heard, making a face of disgust at the mental image. "Says tha same shit as tha other one, git tha fuck up here." Mac grumbled at her.
She only flipped him off while continuing to read. He was right, but she was always one to read directions. Especially when mini Macs popping out of her snatch were concerned.
This one went on no problem. It was now or never and honestly she was nervous. Mac picked up on it, watching her shake a little as she kneeled over him. God did it turn him on to know he could make her do that. He'd waited so long for this it seemed she was moving in slow motion just to aggravate him. He'd never waited this long to fuck a woman he wanted in his entire life, used to taking what he wanted when he wanted it.
Kristy aligned his manhood with her entrance, the tip brushing just inside her outer lips like so many times before, this was it. Slowly she sank down on him, only allowing the first two inches inside. She hissed at the pain, wincing and enjoying it at the same time. She hadn't had anything larger than two of Mac's fingers inside her in ages. His painful width was going to take some getting used to.
Mac gasped, half believing the insane pressure and heat surrounding the top of his cock was a hallucination. He was sure it was real when she moved down a few more inches and a quiet moan slipped out into the air around them. After a moments hesitation she continued until he bottomed out, hitting her cervix. It felt like he was stretching her to the limit, almost tearing her apart she was so full. She loved every stinging twinge.
Mac unclenched his eyes and lifted his head to look at their conjoined bodies while his cock pulsed inside her. He smirked, satisfied.
"Ya can't even take all a my dick." he taunted at her breathlessly, referring to the inch and a half still outside her gripping warmth.
"Just wait, shut up." she muttered, keeping her eyes closed as she started messaging her bundle of nerves, trying to imagine he wasn't him.
Well not exactly. Imagine he was the sweet drugged up version of himself. But when green eyes and blond hair flashed through her mind unexpectedly her inner muscles jolted, squeezing his length quickly before releasing.
"Fuckin' bitch!" he cursed at her when her walls pulsed around him with so much force it almost hurt.
He was genuinely worried she might break his dick if she actually came.
"Git movin'." he ordered at her through clenched teeth.
She only shook her head, eyes still closed, continuing to touch herself. She fully intended on getting off before him. He'd have to wait.
Her muscles continued to randomly clench around his painfully throbbing member while she brought herself closer to the edge. The spasms increasing in number as she got closer. It was pure torture for him, like a massage for his dick straight from hell. She pushed down on his length. A feeling of accomplishment spread through her when she felt her back wall stretching to accommodate his last inch or so and her pelvic bone met his.
Mac let out a particularly soft whine that made her smirk with pride through her haze and a sharp bolt of pleasure run up her spine.
"Make that noise again." she demanded, panting lightly though she hadn't even begun to move on him.
"No." he spat defiantly at her, pissed and embarrassed she'd made something like that come from him.
She rose up off his dick until only his tip was left inside before slamming down hard, right to the bone. Forcefully extracting the same sound from his mouth. She smiled in victory. This may have been her surrender to him but she had won in so many ways herself.
Still circling her clit she used her free hand on his chest for balance as she began a violent rhythm. Thrusting down onto him roughly before rising back up just as quickly. Repeating the bruising action over and over, digging her nails into his chest.
She was losing it, getting so close to the end. Mumbling indiscernible things through labored breaths. One of which sounded too much like "Adam" for Mac's liking. He was downright furious as the reason she'd kept her eyes closed the entire time registered in his brain.
"Looket me bitch!" he growled at her, growing more angry when all she did was ignore his demand and continue to ride him.
"Open yer fuckin' eyes!" he screamed at her, fighting hard to hold off his fast approaching orgasm.
He needed her to see it was him she was fucking, needed to hear her moan his name.
"Kristy!" he groaned pleadingly in one last desperate attempt.
Her eyes snapped open and locked with his icy blue gaze. She came looking into those arctic eyes. Screaming out his name while spasming in unbearable pleasure, clamping down tight while she rode out her release.
Finally getting what he needed and more Mac let go, not having much choice with her pussy squeezing the life right out of him. The pleasure and pain of her walls pulsing violently on him, milking him for everything he was worth. Making him growl low in this throat before relinquishing a yell as intense pleasure flooded through him.
He came hard, harder than he ever had before. Even on meth. So hard his vision began to blacken around the edges, he couldn't bring himself to fight it. Too numbed by the pure bliss running through his nerve endings.
Kristy slumped forward, limbs giving out from doing all the work. She lay on his chest with her ear to his heart, catching her breath and basking in the afterglow. She wondered momentarily why he wasn't cursing at her to get off him and give him his freedom now that they were finished.
Glancing up she saw him passed out, barely breathing. 'Did I fuck him to death?'
"Wake the fuck up!" she screamed in his face, mirroring the way he'd so rudely woken her that morning.
When he didn't respond she got a little freaked out.
'What if his weak tweaker heart gave out while I was riding him to town?' Sitting up she delivered a hearty smack to the side of his face. "Mac!"
Relief overtook her when his eyes cracked open and their ocean blue hue came peeking out.
"Damn woman, ya wanted another go all ya had ta do was ask." he mumbled out gruffly, grinning lazily up at her.
Leaning forward Kristy wove her fingers through Mac's hair. Yanking his head backwards as far as his neck would allow before capturing his lips in a bruising, dominating kiss. Forcing her tongue inside his rancid mouth she memorized the taste and feel.
Hell, if it was the last time why not end it with a last kiss. She let his tongue wrestle with hers briefly before sucking his bottom lip into her mouth and biting down until she tasted blood. When she heard him moan and felt his dick hardening slightly within her she pulled away. Refusing to get caught up in the moment and allow a second time to happen.
She rose up, letting his cock slip from her confines, not bothering to take the filled condom off him. She busied herself with the cords, ignoring his suggestive words, untying his feet. When it came time for the cuffs she sat next to him, perched on the edge of the bed.
"This is your final warning, understand? Your last chance. Anything else like what you pulled last night and I will kill you." she warned softly, looking into his eyes, the sincerity in her voice reaching Mac.
He knew she was serious this time. Out of all the threats she'd yelled his way this quiet one rang out the loudest. But it didn't mean he would be able to help himself in the future, it was in his nature after all. She didn't expect an answer, staring into his crystals a few seconds longer before reaching underneath the pillow his head had rested on the entire day, pulling out the key.
She unlocked the hand furthest away from her first. Stretching her naked chest across his face. The first test. He could have easily taken her nipple in his mouth and bitten it right off, even after his hand was free. But he refrained, behaving. She was proud of him for passing this subtle test, moving to unlock the other arm before standing back to watch him rub his wrists.
When she returned with his clean clothes he was in her bathroom relieving himself after holding it in all day. She dressed and left his clothes on the bed before lighting a smoke and moving to take the marinating steaks from the fridge.
After he dressed Mac found her outside in front of the grill. A beer and a cigarette in one hand, tongs in the other.
"Where's ma keys an phone?" he demanded, moving to steal her smoke and beer.
"Your cigarettes are on the counter and the beer is in the fridge." she snapped, moving her hand out of reach, not looking up from the meat. "There's a first aid kit next to the smokes. You need to clean your wounds and put fresh bandages on. You'll get your keys and phone back after dinner."
"'M not yer fuckin' boyfriend, aint havin' dinner with ya! 'N 'm sick n' tired a ya doin' nice shit fer me, tryin'a make me like ya!" Mac yelled at her, trying to glare a hole through her head.
"Damn right you aren't my boyfriend. But you are mine according to Walter and I tend to take good care of my things." she retorted, slamming her beer down on the grill's brick encasement, causing it to foam and shoot everywhere.
"I saw your fridge when I fed that mutt. Absolutely bare. Nothing to eat besides a moldy ass piece of pizza sitting on a scale. No medical supplies anywhere to be found." she took a drag, pausing from waving the tongs wildly in his face as she ranted.
She cut him off when he tried bitching about her being in his house and not needing anyone to look after him.
"I once had someone give a shit about me for the first time in my life. Even if I didn't appreciate it or like it or think I needed it and now I'm doing the same for you. Call it paying it forward, karma, whatever. You're getting it whether you want it or not. So you had best just shut up and take it without complaint!" she paused, turning back to the grill and taking a long pull from her now foamy beer. "I thought we had a little unspoken understanding here? You don't say anything when I take care of you. And I don't say anything when you do embarrassing shit like say you love me, or not being able to get it up for a whore, or crying."
Mac didn't know how to react to her whole outburst. She'd basically just admitted to caring about him while telling him he had no choice but to accept it. Her words gave him comfort and that scared the shit out of him, even more than Walter. No one had ever cared about him and here she was forcing it on him. Giving up he threw his hands up in surrender and stormed back into the house before he broke down and latched onto her apron strings figuratively and never let go.
"Make sure you use the antibiotic ointment and bring me another beer!" she yelled after him before he slammed the door shut. 'Why does he have to make everything into pulling teeth.'
After the steaks were cooked to perfection she threw together a salad while setting some green beans to boil and some corn to roast on the grill.
"Come eat!" she yelled in Mac's direction where he'd planted himself in front of the tv, not bothering to bring her a beer like she'd asked.
They ate dinner in silence aside from her ordering him to eat some vegetables. Until the one question that'd been killing her all day since she'd seen his bedroom slipped out.
"What's with the spiders?"