Beauty and the Geek

Thirty-Six

WARNING SNUT CONTINUES

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"No. I was just about to come!" I whined. "Only good girls get to come," he said. He nudged his head "Hands and knees, princess," he told me. I pouted up at him but listened and flipped over, propping myself up on my hands and knees. D d"That's a good girl. Now, baby, I want to try something and if you don't like it, I won't do it again," he told me. His hand ran up my back and pushed my front half down. I didn't know what he was going to do but I was too excited to care.

I felt the head of his cock slip though my folds and brush against my folds. I moaned and pushed my ass back only to have a sharp slap come down on it. "No one likes a greedy whore. Be patient." I could feel myself get wetter as I clamped around nothing. Looking at Randy you could never guess he was so dominant in the bedroom. He was the loving, protective, corky boyfriend around others but when we were alone he was like a whole different person and I loved it. He never failed to make me come and he always made sure I did.

I gasped when he finally pushed himself inside of me to the helt and started thrusting inside of me without giving me time to adjust. It didn't matter though seeing how wet I was. His thrust came hard and fast before he slowed down. "Always so tight," he grunted. His thrusts were slow but deep, hitting the perfect spot. It didn't take long for my orgasm to quickly approach. My walls were tightening around him, moans spilling past my lips. "No. You do not get to come yet," he said, completely stopping his thrusts. I whined and pushed back on him, then yelped when his hand came down on my left ass cheek, leaving a sharp stinging in its wake.

"What did I say? Only good girls get to come and right now you're being a greedy little whore." Another slap but on my right ass cheek this time. "Are you going to be a good girl?" He asked, soothing the pain with soft touches. "Yes. I'll be a good girl," I whined. He thrust inside of me, agonizingly slow but deep making me moan and clench around him again. "No coming. Not yet," he said. I felt him run the pad of his thumb over my other hole before he pulled out and dipped his thumb inside of me collecting my wetness, and rubbing hit around my tight hole. He slipped his cock back inside of me, his left hand gripped my hip and he thrust hard and deep. His thumb slowly pushed inside of my ass and I gasped. "Just relax, baby. I promise I'll make you feel good," he said. I relaxed, moaning as his cock thrust in and out of me and his thumb pushed further in.

"That's a good girl," he praised. My fingers gripped the sheets underneath me, the coil in my stomach so tight it was starting to hurt. I wanted to come. I needed to come. "Please, Ray, I need to come," I whined. As soon as those words were out of my mouth he pulled away from me. I rested my forehead on the bed for a few seconds trying to contain the anger and the tears from coming to the surface. I sat up and turned around to look at him, "What the fuck? Stop being a dick and make me come or I'll do it myself," I gritted through my teeth. His hand shot out and grabbed my throat pulling me towards him. "That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble." He pushed me away and I landed on my back with a huff. Was I acting like a brat? Yes. Did I fucking care? Absolutely not.

He crawled on top of me, pushing my legs apart and slamming himself back into me. "Oh, fuck!" My head fell back and my back arched. "Fucking mouthy little brat," he gritted. His thrust was brutal and deep. He wrapped an arm underneath me bringing me closer to him and wrapping his other hand into my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck. He nipped and sucked marks into my skin. My legs wrapped around him tight as he fucked me to the point of almost blacking out. "Come for me, baby. Come on my cock like a good girl." My walls tightened around him and he groaned. One last thrust and he stilled inside of me, both of us releasing at the same time. A loud grunt came from deep in his chest while my lips parted in a silent scream. "Fuck," Randy hissed as my walls spasmed around him. "Mmm." I couldn't talk or think as I lay there trying to catch my breath. Sweat coated our skin and we just laid there slowly coming down from our highs.

When we did finally settle and catch our breaths Randy went to the showers and made sure it was empty before coming back, wrapping a towel around his waist and one around me, licking me up and walking to the showers. "Wouldn't have gotten a shower if I knew it was going to end up like that." I chuckled, resting my head in the crook of his neck. He set me down on my feet, keeping a hold of me so I would fall and turned the water on. We quickly showered and then went back to the room. As soon as I slipped on one of his shirts and crawled between the sheets, curled into his side, I fell asleep.

I looked around to find myself in my best friend, Casey Becker's, house. I was in the living room, the screen on the tv blue. The shrill sound of the phone rang, making me jump. I picked the white cordless phone up and put it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Who is this?" A voice on the other end asked.

"Who are you trying to reach?"

"I don't know. What number is this?"

"What number are you trying to reach?" I asked.

"Is Casey there?" They asked.

My eyebrows scrunched in confusion before I looked around me. "Um. I don't know. Let me look," I told them. I slowly walked into the kitchen and looked around to find it empty. The sound of corn kernels popped from the stove where a thing of jiffy pop set over the burner. "She's not here," I told the person.

"Maybe try looking outside on the patio."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and walked back to the living room, I switched on the light and gasped. My hand went over my mouth as a strangled cry rose. Steve, Casey's boyfriend, sat in a chair with his insides on the outside. "Poor Steve. Killed all because your friend couldn't answer the question correctly. Now it's your turn to answer a question. Where am I?"

I shook my head, dropped the phone and ran for the front door. Unlocking it and swinging it open. A scream left my throat seeing the ghostface mask staring at me before I was silenced by a knife being stabbed into my stomach. "This is all your fault," I looked up to see Casey's cold dead eyes looking at me. He once cream colored sweated now stained red, her insides spilling out and wrapped around her feet. She twisted the knife and sliced upwards. I gasped as my intestines spilled out of me.

I shot straight up in bed, gasping. My hands went to my stomach before running up to clutch my chest. I tried to suck in as much air as I could, tears spilled down my face. I looked over to see Randy sound asleep beside me. "It was just a dream."