My Sin City

Chapter 2

Emily***

The fear that makes you static, that makes your mind blank, and your words disappear. I felt that. I couldn’t scream, couldn’t do anything, but not the food in my belly.

With force, I doubled over, spilling it. It was like the food in my body couldn’t sit and let me be harmed, painfully then came out, making me gag all the more.

“Babe! Are you okay?” The concerned words matched the overly concerned face of Jason, but it was already too late, the fear had registered in my brain, tears streaming down my face, smudging my makeup.

“How could you! how could you!” I shrieked, screaming and sobbing, the taste of vomit still in my mouth. At this point, I didn’t realize that I was beating and hitting him while crying.

He carried me in his wide arms, apologizing, but I couldn’t hear it over my cry.

When we settled in, he left me in the dining and rushed to put a nice warm rosy bath for me. I was starting to regulate my breathing.

“I’m sorry I gave you quite a shock. When I called I was already close by. I tried getting something,” he said calmly, showing me the crushed flowers he had in his hands. I destroyed it.

But I wasn’t going to get myself to apologize, I was just a girl. I scuffed and turned my back to him.

“But guess whose face went pale, like she had seen a ghost, and screamed and cried, oh save me, save me, Jason” he was imitating what he felt was a girly voice and I couldn’t hold my laughter in. It came tearing me up.

“I wouldn’t let any harm come near you, babe” he assured me, bringing me in a warm embrace.

He was so romantic, and I blessed the day we got talking.

In the bathtub, I was already done with bathing when he sent the door flying open.

I screamed in shyness while laughing awkwardly, “I need some privacy dude!”

But I knew that as he was romantic, he was stubborn too. “Privacy huh? For a body I’ve explored, how many times again?” He asked, a sheepish smile playing across his face.

He removed his shorts and stood in front of me, our s****l life was everything to write home about. I gulped while looking at his long c*ck. I had seen it a billion times but it always marveled me.

His joking demeanor had shifted, and now a more serious look took over his face. “Come here.”

I stood obediently, feeling vulnerable under his stare, but the type of vulnerability that comes with fear, but the type that comes with knowing that every inch of your body would be devoured soon.

My body was slippery, my n*****s were already budded in anticipation.

“Kneel for me,” he said, his throat budding up and down, and I did just that, pleading through my lashes. He held my face and sent his c*ck into my mouth. I had gag reflexes but I had to please my boyfriend, had to make him feel on top of the world, so I controlled myself and swirled around his c*ck, sucking him, licking his balls, cleaning him up. It sent signals to my core, it was already dripping wet.

A few minutes into the blow job, my jaw started aching, and he knew I wasn’t an expert so went I brought out, he already got the message.

He carried me up, and I crossed my legs around him, rubbing my core on him, my juice smearing on him too.

He took me to the bedroom and dropped me gently in the bed, maintaining eye contact that sent shivers to me. My eyes were pleading with him to f*ugly me already.

He spread my legs, carrying them on his shoulder, and I let out soft moans,” f**k me already, please,” I heard myself say, but Jason chuckled. He knew I had no patience when it came to this, but he loved taking his time.

I felt his tongue licking my entrance and a sharp sensation erupted. With that, he sent his whole tongue into me, initiating a tongue f**k. I wriggled and struggled in the bed, thrashing my hips, but he pinned me down.

“Oh God, f**k!” I didn’t know what words were coming out of my mouth, my brain felt cloudy.

His finger joined, two, three, and soon my p*say was clenching and unclenching again my will.

I spilled my juice all over his face and body, soaking my bed. But he didn’t let it all come out by itself, with his mouth, he sucked and sucked till I felt my brain was leaving with it.

When he felt he had prepared me enough, he propped me up with a pillow, making it comfortable to accept him. And with a sharp thrust, he buried himself balls deep in me.

“Ahhhhh!”I screamed, embracing him, and digging my fingers into his skin. Each time always felt like my first time. I gasped as his shaft stretched my insides to fit him.

He started thrusting, sharpening my pleasure with each one. He growled and moaned, matching mine. “Look at me”, he said so sexually when I wanted to close my drowsy eyes, and it gave me goosebumps.

I felt my body quivering, and shaking, my eyes rolling and my milk leaking out. I had my second orgasm. And just in time, he came inside me too. We ended it giggling, our s*x was always thrilling.

Thank goodness I was on my pills, though if I ever get pregnant, I know that he’d father my child and me with open hands.

We were about to clean up in the bathroom when we heard a banging on the door.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Jason flew from the bed, using the sheets to cover himself, “stay here,” he ordered me, but I followed at his back, too scared to be alone.

He peeped through the door-hole, “Mr Phill?”

He quickly opened the door.

“It’s Sophie!, Mr. Phil screamed at our faces and I found myself pushing Jason and grabbing Mr Phil’s face, “What about Sophie, what about Sophie! Tell me!”

I didn’t know who was dragging me back, and didn’t care to look I needed this information!

Mr. Phil had just returned when he saw that Sophia’s door was left open, he came in trying to ask why she did or check if she was in. When he didn’t see anyone, he thought she wasn’t home yet, but in the kitchen, he saw that the gas was on, the food in it burnt.

He instantly knew, you didn’t need anyone to tell you what had just happened.

And it wasn’t the news that shocked me, it was the piercing shriek of my voice.