“Say what? I love it. I fucking love it, Tal. Please, fuck me, god, harder, whatever you want,” she begged. He chuckled and complied, slamming into her so hard she shrieked every time it happened.
“What do you love about this, Misch?” he demanded clarification.
“I love how you're fucking me.”
“And?”
“How hard you are, how big you are. Fuck, so fucking big …,”
“And?”
“And …,” she wondered if it was possible to get fucked so hard, a person could get brain damage. “How good you are. So good.”
“Not the answer I was looking for,” his voice sighed.
She felt his hand on her ass, and he gave her right cheek a sharp slap. She paid him back by tightening up on his dick, locking him into place. She heard him give a gasp that time. Then he slapped her on the right cheek one more time before both his hands came to rest on her ass.
“I'm so close, babe. So close,” she whined.
“I love you like this. It's so fucking hot, hearing you say what you want,” he growled, his hands smoothing over her skin, going lower. Spreading her apart, tugging at the tops of her thighs. She wanted to question what he was trying to do, but speech was difficult.
“What … are … you doing?” she managed to get out, laying flat on her chest but managing to crane her head around so she could see him.
“You have such a beautiful pussy, Misch. I'm going to give it a treat that it deserves,” he said, his voice almost soft as he slowed his thrusts, pulling almost completely out of her.
“I think you already are-, FUCK!”
Both thumbs. The man had both thumbs on either side of his cock. As he started to push back inside of her, she felt pressure at first, then realized what was happening. He plunged back in so slowly, but with his thumbs and dick driving into her. Fucking spearing her. Completely. Totally. Filling every last inch of her.
She screamed when she came, actually ripped a hole in his top sheet. Normally Tal was a gentleman, he would wait out her orgasms. Not that time. She'd only been caught in the explosion of it for about three seconds when his hands went back to her hips and he began fucking her hard again. Actually harder. Harder than he'd ever fucked her, his fingers carving into her hips as he pulled her back against him.
It was insane. Her orgasm regrouped and got bigger, spread farther. Her whole body went into spasms, and she couldn't do anything, couldn't fuck him back. Could only try to breathe and be in awe of the multiple-orgasms she was having. It had never happened to her before, ever. Not with any of her ex boyfriends, not with Mike. Not even with herself.
A man of many talents, Mr. Canaan.
She thought she was going to pass out, the orgasms went on for so long. Finally, he came with a shout, and she could feel him pumping inside of her. She gasped for air, begged him to stop, not able to go on anymore. Her legs went out from underneath her and Tal went with them, not breaking the connection between them.
“Fuck. Holy fuck, Tal. Fuck.”
“Thank you?” he chuckled, kissing along her spine in between panting.
“Thank you. God, if I was unsure about loving you before, I'm damn sure of it now,” she joked. He suddenly laid down flat, and all his weight was on her.
“Ah, there's the answer I was looking for,” he sighed. She smiled. She had thought it was just dirty talk, and there he was, looking for some romance.
“I'm so in love with you,” she whispered.
“Not half as much as I am with you,” he whispered back.
~Mischa~
Hindsight is twenty-twenty, they say.
Fuck them. Give me foresight.
Sometimes, I wonder what it was – was it willfully done on my part? Was I just so desperate, so needy, that I was willing to do anything? Believe anything?
It seems the obvious answer is “yes”, but I really don't think so. Despite all appearances, I don't like to lie. At least, not to myself. After all, I'm the one I have to sleep with every night. I'm the one I have to look at in the mirror. Lying to myself would just make me feel shittier, and I don't know how much shittier I could have possibly felt.
I think … I wanted to be liked. Simple. Something everyone wants, especially girls. And that's what I felt like; when I look back, it's like looking at a young girl. A little girl, so lost in her fantasies, just praying for Romeo to find her.
But no one warns her that Tybalt is lurking around there, too.
I just wanted to be liked.
~The Trouble with Secrets~
“Don't fucking move! Don't fucking move!”
“Keep your hands where I can see them!”
“I said don't fucking move!”
“Get out of the bed! Get down on the ground!”
“DON'T FUCKING MOVE!”
Mischa had been sleeping. Tal had been next to her. One minute she'd been dreaming about the ocean, the next she was jerking upright to the sound of the door being kicked in. No, not kicked in; rammed in. As in with a battering ram.
It was like a professional football team had burst into the house. Large men dressed all in black were everywhere, running and shouting. They all had huge, automatic rifles with flashlights on them, and while Mischa screamed, she held up her hands to block the light.
Are we being kidnapped!? We're being kidnapped. I'm gonna be beheaded in the goddamn desert, and my father will watch the video on YouTube.
“What the fuck is going on!?” Tal demanded, leaping out of the bed.