Part 2: Insanity

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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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