18. - Art-

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-Art-

I suck my teeth, "I didn't say how long I would leave you alone." I mutter as I use my trusty butter knife.

I open his door. He lays on his side. Asleep?

I crawl into his bed. I press my body into his back and smell him.

"I was really hurt. Broken in pieces hurt." I pout into his shirt.

He doesn't talk for a long time.

"Do I ever talk to you like that when I' m hurt?"

"No." I mutter.

"Do I ever say I don't care?"

"No."

"Do I ever tell you to leave, or leave you?"

"No."

"Why are you here?"

"I didn't pay attention. You tried to tell me. I don't understand anything. Why are you marrying her? Why are you claiming a baby that isn't yours? You're not being fair."

"Why? I hurt you so you're allowed to crush me into a million pieces?"

"I didn't want to, it just kept getting worse. I didn't want what we have to turn ugly." I whine.

"So you made it ugly?. You said those words to crush me. It worked. Aren't you satisfied?"

I pull the back of his shirt up and stick my head inside. I lean up and nudge my nose into the back of his neck.

"It won't stay like this, you might get really low. It will hurt worse." I warn him.

"It does hurt now."

"You're feeling it from inside a fish bowl. It will slowly comeback and be more painful."

"How does that concern you?"

I sigh, "You are being so mean. I love you."

No response.

I gently lick the back of his shoulder and slowly sink my teeth in.

Fuck! My body responds immediately.

How did I make my own self horny?

I groan into his back.

"Baby?"

No response.

"Baby?"

No response.

I sigh, "Fiat?"

"What?"

"Make me cum."

"Make yourself cum."

"You do it better."

"How about the man from the beach?"

"I wouldn't know. Can you fuck me now? Punish me if you're mad."

"Why are you being so clingy?"

Dick!

I bite into his back and he shudders.

I smile to myself.

I pull my head from beneath his shirt.

I sit up and roll him onto his back and straddle him.

I slip my hand into his briefs. It's only a moment until he is hard in my hand.

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