Number One On The List

Want

The voices in our heads wouldn't stop making us more insane. Especially mine. I needed to wait until Brandon left til I went over and let her fall into my arms and cry against my chest. I saw him almost leave and then he went back and forced himself on her again, as if he hadn't actually gotten off before. I couldn't imagine how she was feeling. Or what she was thinking.

I figured she wouldn't be at school today now because of this and I knew only time would tell me the answer to that. I knew I was going to have her over tonight for a bit. After she cried all she could, I asked, "Would you like to come over tonight  for a bit"? She was sort of hesitant  (understandably so) and she replied, "Sure. Why not.  Maybe help fix things temporarily". It made me happy to know I'd see her in a better state (hopefully).

Later that night,  I was waiting for her arrival and Daemon wasn't here. He'd gone out before I'd gotten home. The next time I saw Rhaven,  her hair was turquoise and purple and she rode a skateboard everywhere. Her clothes were that of a Emo girl but she had a Scene and Goth side to her that were also there.  It was that same night when I had had her over and in my room.

I let her be in control of what she did and didn't do. I almost always refused to start anything up, that way she was comfortable.  I didn't realize that she had gotten in the shower until I cleared my mind and listened closely to the water running.  I decided to get in and she hadn't really noticed me until I had her against the wall with my rocl hard cock inside her, taking it slow at first..

I began to go faster and pick up the pace every once in a bit. The warm water hitting my back as she was against the wall, nails scratching up my back as I marked up her titties with hickeys.  She had her legs wrapped around my waist and I  know she was only letting it happen probably for my pleasure. To let me get off. I could sense the fear in her aura.

She just gave off the vibe of uncomfortability. Like she couldn't think of having sex at all because she felt like it was rape. The feeling was the same as the act of rape (kind of). I had one hand groping her titty  while I marked the other one and switched on and off. She was a tiny but maybe I to it but I could feel myself coming soon. She pushed me to her face and she began French kissing me. She was also scratching me up and here and there she would mark me up.

I picked up my pace til I came inside her.