《FIFTEEN SHADES》Forty Eight: Ride Me Like A Dream
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Tears, i sniff desperately wiping at them but they're raining down my face in mass.
He didn't look at me through out the said story and when he does now my heart breaks because him looking at him in the eyes after hearing all of that, makes me hurt, it makes more anger brews from within.
For once in my life murder does not seem so gory.
If I could put every single person that put him through all that misery, if I could put them through my own type of hell again and again I would without thinking twice about it.
He's looking at me as if he's expecting me to up and leave as if any moment now I'm going to go into the sky and never come back.
I frame his face, brushing his hair backs i feel his whole body tense "I have one question?"
"Ask"
"These sisters, the one w-who did this to you. What happened to them? All of them?"
"I kîlled them"
I nod almost wanting to beg my tears to stop "And Shawn father?"
"He's in a mental institution, he's fucked in the head. He put Shawn through a lot, that is not my story to tell but he's imprisoned there"
"Lucy..." I start in a whisper but my bottom lip wobbles and i just breaks down in tears, circling my arm around his neck and crying into his shoulder.
"Don't cry for me Foxie, it's not worth it" That is the rawest emotion I've heard in his voice all through this.
"How can i not, I wish that... God i wish that I could hurt all them ten times worse than they hurt you. Because it hurts me that all that happened to you and I just... I love you so much, too much" I sob into neck and he finally put his arms around me.
"You still love me?"
"I told you nothing would change that, even if you fart right now"
"You're crazy"
"Crazy in love with you? Yes. But can you blame me? Have you seen yourself?"
"Have you seen yourself too?" He says pulling my head back and stroking off my tears "You're perfect"
"No, i am not. But I'd like to think I'm the perfect match for you" I nod.
He chuckles and it made me so happy that he did that after all he said. I just stare at him, unable to understand why anyone would do that to him.
He doesn't deserve that kind of past, he doesn't!
And i feel like such an insensitive bitch, for always demanding some sort of reciprocity from him, for not seeing how hard he was trying for me, for always thinking he just didn't want me enough.
When really he didn't know how.
It all just perfectly blends and makes sense to me, and i just want to be there for him, and for him to know that I would stay and i will fight tooth and nail for him.
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"You're not a bad person Lucy" I tell him wishing in my whole heart that he would believe me.
"I'm not good either"
"You are to me, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me, for me, i l... you're good" I press my lips to his running my hands through his hair and kissing him with everything.
And he kisses me back just the same.
I pull away brushing my thumb on his lip softly and pulling my eye open "Will you watch the stars with me like the last time, cheesy or not."
He nods "Okay" He takes my hand in his, he takes my hand in his people! and lays on the blankets taking me with him.
I know he's not going to pay much attention to the stars but probably just watch me but I'm perfectly fine with that.
"You have a wonderful family Lucy, you know that right?"
"I do, you should talk to your parents Foxie, they want to try, shït is late as it is. But at least they want to try. I still go to my parents grave and imagine them standing next to me. It's kind of fucked but try too baby"
"Okay" I sigh I don't say anything else because I really don't want to think too hard of my parents sudden interest in me.
And I always enjoy the peaceful silence between us sometimes.
He link our hands reassuringly and brings it up to press a kiss to the back of my wrist.
"I want to put my baby inside you, I'll fûck you so good even your ears would create babies " I murmur after long minutes
He literally burst out laughing and i grin
"You're fücking crazy woman"
I chuckle rolling over to lay on his chest, "You think that I'm joking!"
"No, but I know you're insane, you're hot headed, territorial and one hell of a spit fire, and as you always say, you can kill a bïtch if she flirts with me " He chuckles tucking stray baby hairs behind my ears.
"Yes, I'm glad you remember. So when you leave in a few days, and any bitch looks your way....."
"I'll tell them my cöck belongs to only one woman, and she rides me like a dream"
"Good boy, and?"
"And she can kill a bïtch and i clean up a good murder scene"
I laugh because he looks confused saying the last part.
"That's better than what you did infront of the cashier from two days ago"
"You're very correct, I shouldn't have looked at her while i paid with my card, that was uncalled for, I should thrown hands at her, choked her and demanded i scanned our items myself. I apologize my love"
"You're forgiven, and anytime we go grocery shopping we get a recessive blindfolds. One that would produce a taser effect if any other woman passes by you, flirts with you. So that way you won't have to look at any woman cashier"
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"Dandy! I'll stare at the sky as we're bringing out our item, sounds reasonable don't you think baby"
We both chuckle, and i move and straddle him.
"Absolutely" I murmur framing his face and leaning down to kiss him. "I'm happy..... I'm happy God brought you to me, because I plan to keep you for myself for a really long time"
He grins rubbing his hands on my sides, his thumb brush on the sides of my breast making me shudder "Well I'm fücking glad you gave me a reason to know how to pray"
"I make you pray?" I blush smiling.
"Yes baby" His hand moves to my hoodie to cup my breast. I'm suddenly annoyed i wore a lace bra.
"That makes me... happy" I murmur bitting my lips and pushing my hair out of my face.
"Foxie when i leave...."
I press my lips to his again and this time he holds me down. He shïft the front lace of my bra, making my breast spill out and be tugs on my nipple, pinching on them and fondling my breast making me rock against his dick.
He's so hard against my püssy and i want him bare so bad.
I moan against his mouth, then yelp when i feel him lift my skirt and smack my ass.
"Fuck! This ass will get you in trouble" He groans kneading my ass cheek.
"I hope that trouble requires your cock stuffed inside my pussy" I hum rocking against him and start to trail kisses down his neck.
"You're way more demanding and horny lately, fuvk!" He squeezes on my butt cheek thrusting up against my püssy as i mark him.
"That's your fault, you make me horny. Are you going to let me ride you under the stars?" I push back a bit so i can unbuckle him.
"You can ride me anywhere you want, christ fuck!" He groan on the last part when i pull his dick out, precum glisten on his bulbous head.
My palm doesn't fully wrap around him, and i stroke him because watching him lose control under me is the most beautiful sight and he barely lets me take control when we're intimate.
"Good because I'll ride you until you'll have random clips of us fücking during your practice and you'll fûck me again any how you want!"
He squeezes on my hip as i press my lips to his and i kiss him hungrily. We both groan into the kiss when i start to sheath him inside of him.
He stretches me, and i take him creaming around his grith and struggling to breathe. As if he can't take it anymore more he pistols the rest of his length iniside me.
Making my legs give out, i pull away from the kiss, crying his name out from his intensity. His grip on my hip is almost bruising and i get used to his size and start to slide on top of his length slow at first building my rhythm.
"So good, so fücking good" I moan going faster, hear the sound of skin smacking skin.
I hear him grunt, he pushes my hoodie up and cups my breast roughly tweak my nipples and setting off another loud moan.
"You like ridding my cöck right baby, fücking me so good with your fücking hot tight pussy?" He delivers another loud smack on my ass, pushing himself up and plunging in a hard thrust that makes my lungs deflate and pulling my nipples between his teeth.
My whole body stiffens, blood rushes to my clit and i throw my arm around his neck to keep him sucking my breast like that and so I don't fall off.
My stomach muscles clenches and he gets to work gripping on my hip and thrusting into me.
I cannot breathe
"Fuck! Fuck! Lucy!" I cry out his name as my orgasm clutches on me.
My body feels like liquid, he sucks on my breast hard, tugging my nipples between his teeth, the delicious pain sets me off as my whole body trembles, my püssy exploding around him and I almost choke when he spins on around and press my back to the fur blanket.
My head is still swiveling and I'm seriously trying to cool down and breathe right but he spreads my legs in a wide V pulling out halfway and plunges his cöck back inside me making my whole body buck and move upward.
I cover mouth, screaming gibberish into my palm hoping to dear God that he would know I'm telling him to keep fücking me like that.
Tear trail down my eyes into my ear, my God his cöck is delicious.
And he keeps just going at me cursing a ton, driving his full length so deep I feel like he's in my womb trying to be reborn.
"Fücking. Tight. Pussy. All. Fücking. Mine" He grunts with each thrust.
My breast bounce from each impact and his tight balls smack my ass from his force.
He cups my knees pressing it to my breast and squishing them, and he just continues to drives his cock inside me, I'm a spluttering mess, covered in her cum and my second orgasm at the tip of my tongue.
I fist his hair, dragging his mouth down to kiss me hard, moaning into his mouth.
"I-I-I'm schttizzchh.... Im.gonna.cummm!" I spluttering a complete mess bursting around his cock and begging God for mercy for this delicious orgasm.
His stiffenss ontop of me, creaming me so good and filling me with his cum.
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