TW: emotional abuse/manipulation and use of the n-word.
"Oh fuck...fuck...fuck.."
Tears rolled from her eyes as he trailed sloppy kisses from her neck to her jawline. The mattress groaned in time with his calculatedly deep strokes, his thickness and length always reaching the most sensitive parts of her. Almost as if he was made for her and she for him. The times spent melding their bodies altered the path he took and it fit him like a glove, making it easier for her to come apart for him every time.
He knew her body like a science...
And Alana hated it.
She hated that Dez knew exactly how to fuck her under the guise of making love. So that the pain of his actions was numbed by pleasure, even if for only a few minutes.
It shouldn't have been this easy for him to get her in this position. Not just the way he has her folded like a pretzel, spread open with her legs over his shoulders. THAT position, though uncomfortable at times, wasn't the easy part being referred to.
It was her literally being there in his presence after she'd swore she would cast him out of her life not so many hours ago. All it took was one final text to be the nails in her resolves coffin. Not any text, of course not.
THE TEXT.
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Why in the hell is it always that promise to leave us alone or that guarantee that it would be the last time that hooks us into getting into our cars and driving half an hour to the hood on a weeknight for a man who has shown us MULTIPLE times that they cant guarantee or promise us shit?
I'll tell you why.
Toxic dick.
Many of you may have or may not have any familiarity with such a thing. Those of you who haven't, be thankful. But be warned. That shit is nothing to play with.
Toxic dick is similar to having a living, pulsing, soul-piercing strain of heroin. It infects your mind and your better judgment, making even the mightiest of us succumb to it if we aren't careful. Toxic men have a way of fucking a woman so that she forgets sex before him.
What makes it even more infuriating...is that the sex itself isn't even that remarkable. But when someone has your mind, there is almost nothing you'd say no to.
Especially, THE TEXT.
Alana's hips were starting to ache from the way Dez was pinning her and she tries to wiggle in an attempt to ebb the discomfort. But instead of reading her body language and catering to her needs, Dez translates her grimace and wiggling as confirmation of his skills. So he goes harder, locking his grip on her inner thighs and stroking her so sharply that it feels as if she's about to break.
"Agh!! Dez!!..." she murmurs but he doesn't seem to hear her. And if he did, he didn't care. She was gonna take him exactly how he was going to give it to her. That way if she ever thought of cutting him off, she'd have to know exactly what she'd be leaving behind.
