—Boogeyman—
I shouldn’t have been so short with her after she cut my hair. I had all these feelings bubbling in my chest. Feelings I didn't know how to handle. Emotions I don't want. Shelly is in my veins and I don’t know how to get her out. I am torn between wanting her and hating her. She keeps reminding me of shit I wish I could forget. The shit my father put me through. The hell he gave Kristen for daring to think I was worthy of her love.
The dark side of me wanted to bend her over the bathroom sink and take what I wanted whether she wanted me to or not. If I had known that was what she wanted I would have done it. I was scared I would hurt her more than I already have. But now she has bared her dark desire to me. A fantasy much too close to my own. She has no idea how many times I have dreamt of doing just that.
Fucking her without her permission.
Fucking her until she surrenders to me.
“Take me, Charlie, I’m yours.” Her words travel straight to my dick and fuck if I don’t want to take her right now, but I won’t. Not yet. I want to give her that fantasy. I want to have her like the couple on the screen. I want her bound and gagged. Unable to escape the punishing I want to give her sweet tempting body.
Fuck me if she isn’t about perfect. Running my fingers down her torso, I trace her ribs. Taking my time, I make her wait. Anticipation is a great part in the art of seduction. Fucking a willing woman has never been a problem. Shelly isn’t just any woman though and she wants to be taken by force. She wants me to ravish her, to force her to surrender. The woman has no idea what her words have done to the beast raging inside me. She’s kindled his fire. I’m burning with desire to give her what she craves.
Shelly is mine but soon she’ll belong to my beast too. The demons of my past that haunt me will claim her and there is nothing I can do stop it now that the seed has been planted.
Tonight won’t be about that though.
Tonight is about Shelly and Charlie.
Two people feeling lost.
Two people who need to feel connected and not so fucked up.
I sink a finger inside her and her hips arch, bucking up off the cushion as she whimpers from my touch. I finally get her nipple in my mouth, loving the sweet taste of her hardening bud. Lacing her fingers through my hair she tugs recklessly, pulling hard on the strands. If she keeps this shit up, I’ll be bald.
One hand moves to my cheek and she says, “It feels smooth. I like it.”
I’m not sold on what she did but if it makes her happy I’ll keep it. For now.
The couch isn’t big enough for what I want. I need to bury my tongue in her pussy, taste her sweet nectar on my tongue as she gets off.
After removing her shirt, I pull her up from the couch. Her naked body molding into mine as though we were made for each other. A perfect fucking fit.
Tucking my thumb under her chin, I tilt her head upward. I stare deep into her caramel eyes. Trust radiates from them. It’s too bad that this is all a lie and soon, very soon, I will have to go back to being the Boogeyman. When she realizes that I lied and took what she gave me anyway knowing what I do, she will hate me. Rightfully so but at least we will have tonight.
One night where none of it fucking matters.
Pressing my lips to her soft full ones, I breathe in her taste and allow myself to get lost in the smoothness of her skin. Her tongue sweeps alongside mine in a well executed union.
The vanilla scent of her skin envelops my senses. It is a smell I will never forget as I take her in my arms.
Wrapping her legs around my waist, her hot pussy sears my skin as it pulses with need.
I carry her toward the bedroom, but we only make it halfway before I am slamming her against the wall and thrusting inside her. I couldn’t resist her hot little cunt rubbing against me. Slick and ready to be fucked properly.
Shelly’s velvet heat wraps around me, squeezing tight.
She moans into my mouth as her body moves up and down the wall, taking me in eagerly, accepting every brutal thrust as I ram into her body again and again. I tried to take it slow. To be gentle, but nothing about me is sweet.
Goddamn she feels like a bit of Heaven amongst my Hell. I’m the fucking devil and she’s a dirty little bitch as she begs for my cock. “Harder,” she cries.
Trembling against me she digs her nails into my back.
“Fuck,” I roar as she draws blood. Her teeth nip and suck at my bottom lip as I slow my pace.
I’m damn close to getting off, but I need her cumming first.
Moving her away from the wall I move us into the bedroom. I lay her out on the sheets and spread her thighs.
When I brush my lips over her pulsing bundle of nerves her taste melts on my damn tongue like fucking sugar.
This woman is better than any cocaine bliss I have ever felt.