Portuguese Variation of Louisa: Heloísa

➸ Clove ☆

“A coward runs from their problems” is something my father said a lot after my mother died. He claimed to be the kind of man who faced his demons. All these years, I’ve thought of myself as the kind of woman who faced hers too. Yet I can’t wait to get the fuck out of Little Memphis and away from the reminders of a life I left behind years ago.

I pack my bag before bed and wish we could leave this evening. Along with my remaining buzz, the current icy rain would make a night drive risky. We probably shouldn’t even go tomorrow, but I can’t stay in this town another day. Everything from the greasy food to Anise’s invitations to hunt bad guys pokes at the reopened wound of my childhood.

“I don’t want to have sex,” Glitch says around midnight after walking naked out of the shower. “I’m not in the mood.”

Enjoying the sight of his thick erection and heavy balls, I know he’s lying. He’s providing me an excuse if I’m not in the mood, but fucking is the one thing I can do without reliving shit from my life before Rawlins.

I wait until he stretches out in bed. Untying the lace on my top, I let it fall to my waist.

“I need to cuddle,” I murmur. “No sex though. I promise.”

Nuzzling under his arm, I maneuver my body to ensure my left breast is available for his fingers. My nails gently scratch down his waist before teasing the bush of hair over his cock.

“No sex,” I whisper and lift my lips to meet his.

My fingers wrap around his dick, soaking in the heat of his erection. Moaning approvingly, I stroke the thick length from base to its fat, leaking head. Glitch’s eyes close, and his face loses all signs of tension. My hand doesn’t falter, stroking him steadily. I pull my gaze away from his face and notice the pre-cum leaking onto his hard stomach. I can’t fight the urge to lean down and lick away the droplets. The minute I do, the tranquil mood shifts in the room.

Without saying a word, Glitch breaks free of my grip, pulls away from our embrace, and pins me on my back.

“Be gentle,” I hiss, startled by his aggressive behavior. I’m also worried about my only mildly excited vagina welcoming his super raging hard-on.

Glitch lets go of my wrists and presses one hand against my chest to keep me still. His free hand slides off my sleeping shorts.

“Open your legs,” he whispers, sounding pissed.

“Be gentle,” I remind him while slowly spreading my thighs.

“Why should I?”

“Because I said please.”

“But you didn’t.”

“Pretend I did.”

Glitch lowers his lips to cover mine while his knee opens my thighs further apart. I struggle against the very real urge to kick his ass. My temper hates allowing Glitch to control my body. Who the hell is he to hold me down? Why shouldn’t I hold him down instead? Despite my rising anger, I fight the urge to fight him.

Instead, I give myself a pep talk. Let Glitch be the man. Trust he won’t be a bad one. Focus on how he comforted me tonight rather than how he controls me now.

With great effort, I submit to Glitch.

My reward is him lifting my hips to allow him to feast on my pussy. I can’t believe how fast or hard I come. The man’s tongue is something very special, but he’s never turned me into shivering mush as quickly as he does tonight.

I whimper passively when his cock thrusts into me, driving deeper until his thick head gives my uterus a possessive tap. I stare up at him, submitting to the point of barely knowing what to do until he tells me.

“Roll your fat nipple,” he growls while his hips drive his cock into me. “Do mine too.”

I moan at the feel of my fingers tugging at my hard nub. I hadn’t even realized they were so excited until he mentioned I play with them. I lick the fingers of my free hand and tease his nipple.

“Oh, Glitch,” I groan, pinching them in the same rhythm.

“Fucking you is what I was created to do.”

Nodding wildly, I can’t believe how amazing he feels inside me. My pussy clings to his flesh, never wanting the thick, violent intruder to leave.

I love the look on his face when he comes inside me. His eyes clench and his lips part to release a primal gasp of gratification. I let go of my nipple and tease both of us, wanting to give him even more pleasure.

Glitch doesn’t roll off me and catch his breath. He instead pulls out his cock and gives my clit a slap with the wet head. Moaning, I want him closer, but he pushes away my hands. He wraps his fingers around my breasts, shoving them together so he can suck hungrily at both nipples. His tongue bathes each hard nub of flesh before tugging at them with his lips. Then one of his hands disappears between my legs, searching for my clit. Vigorously caressing the sensitive flesh, he sucks at my left nipple like a starving baby.

Gripping his hair, I hold him still while coming violently against his hand. I see stars and can’t form even an approving word. An animalistic groan leaves my lips as the painful waves of pleasure leave me broken. I am no one right that moment. Not Clove or Louisa. I’ve become nothing more than an extension of Glitch’s desire. My needs disappear, leaving only his behind.

I’m a slave now to the most freeing and terrifying sensation I’ve ever experienced and the man who brought me to this place.