His Desire

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

“Amanda,” I say softly as if I am savoring something sweet. I like how it rolls off my tongue. It’s a mouthful, and I try something else. “Mandy.” It sounds right to me. “See you soon, baby.” She tilts her head and looks at me, confused. A striptease dancer is just that, a tease. I have already decided I need to see her again. I don’t say anything more; I leave the room and walk out of the club. I got what I needed—a sexy woman who knows how to get me off.

Mandy is on my mind all the way home, not as much as her sexy lips and fantastic mouth. I am getting horny again thinking about our interaction. As soon as I get home, I've got to get a shower. It’s late, so I know Angie is asleep. She’s always so dull and good. Good, ahh, good in her is disgusting, an insult.

I wash up in the shower, soap everywhere as I always do, but when I get to every place Mandy touched me, I recall every feel and sound from earlier. Damn, that was a great night—the best in a long while. I get out of the shower and put on pajama pants. I get to the kitchen to get something to drink, and I stop dead in my tracks. I stare, this can’t be right. Sexy underwear hanging on the kitchen chairs. What the hell, that cheating b***h!

I run into the bedroom to catch her in bed with another man, whoever the f**k it is. There, she is sprawled out on the big bed, semi-covered by the duvet. She looks appealing, sprawled out for me to take. I had the best BJ in a long while, but I sure as hell could use something to quench my lust. A cunt to give me release.

I swiftly lose my pants and sneak up behind her in bed. When she feels me close, she scoots back, and my d**k naturally fits like a knife in the sheath between her ass cheeks. It’s like her butt welcomes me in. She stirs in her sleep as I feel her cunt to see if she’s wet. She’s soaking her panties. I push her a little so she’s on her tummy, and I take hold of her ass and lift so I can easily slide into her cunt. She moas like a w***e when I slam into her. Yes, it feels good to f**k her rough.

She's dreaming - she's sleeping. I would say she's having a s*x dream if I didn’t know how boring she is. But damn her cunt grips me just right, I can’t hold on much longer. I grip her tighter on her hips, and I am sure it will leave marks. Looking at her back, I see all the marks that soon will be bruises. I lose my mind and bite her shoulder as I c*m. She screams at the top of her lungs and turns slightly, looking so hurt, angry, and somehow assaulted.

“Calm down! I only took what was mine. You was sprawled out like a w***e in bed. Let me wipe away my c*m from your butt. Then let's sleep.”

She looked horrified. Like, I assaulted her. She’s mine, so I can take what I want. But now I know her cunt is dirty and slutty when she sleeps. It gives me ideas, and I love them.

After I wiped away my c*m, more like smeared it over her ass. She gets up and stands by the bed for a moment as I lie there, still horny and touching my half-stiff d**k. She rushed off to the bathroom. I hear the shower going. I have my d**k in my hand feeling how it stiffens again with the thoughts of Mandy. I close my eyes and hold my d**k tight as I f**k it. I'm imagining it's Amanda’s cunt. Damn, it feels good, I came all over my hand, and it streamed down to my balls. I felt sleep take me over.

I feel filthy, used, and so heartbreakingly dirty. I try to wash away his touch, pinch marks, even the marks that look like they are going to be bruises. They are suction marks, and some have teeth marks in them. I find them all over. I wash and feel pain in different places on my body, and it hurts between my legs, too. I am in disbelief that Brian did this to me. I get out of the shower and look at my body in the full-length mirror. When I turn to look, I see the teeth marks on my shoulder. No wonder it hurts. I notice every mark on my body, and it makes my tears stream down my cheeks.

I can’t lie in the same bed as him right after he did this to me, but where can I go?

I get dressed. I take my car keys and leave. I'm driving forever, it feels like, but it's only been two hours. I stand still at the lights in an intersection. I don’t know how I got here, but if I turn right, I can see Brian's father's house. He is such a kind man; he always treats me like a daughter. I know he would welcome me in. His wife doesn’t like me, but I know she's out of the country to visit her family.