I began to lose my mind in this girl's pussy, I swear. We fucked in every position all over my room (her favorite is missionary). She did let me do positions she couldn't mentally handle and it showed most of the time. I knew she was just doing it to get me off as much as possible. For my fucking pathetic sake. I knew there was some of it that she enjoyed. That made me feel like a real man.
I felt like a rapist the majority of the time however. I also knew what she'd say if she knew what I felt. I wanted to fucking kill myself so bad and there was nothing that would change that. She got dressed in her bra and panties and I grabbed her wrist and softly said," I know you will tell me when your ready but I need a name. I have to do something about this. I.. I need to do this." She stood with her back facing me, still as a doll.
"I know I cant stop you. Theres no point in trying to. You wouldn't stay out of this even if I begged you to. His name is Alex." I let go of her wrist and she fine ished dressing and left the house and went back to hers. I couldn't help but watch her leave and think of what it would be like if she was mine. REALLY mine. Fully mine. I kept thinking of the sex we had and needing her more. Needing ALL of her.
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Mystery / ThrillerTate Embers was a teenager when he was already dealing with the dislike of most everyone he came into contact with. His childhood was seriously ruining his life.and then one day, he discovers himself.. Somewhat.. Violently Icy- Tate's POV
