My plan was to run away from him. He's a psychopathic monster, but you know the thing about monsters?
~They always follow, They always haunt.
They forever stalk, They never stop.
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He buried...
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"Do you want me to dominate you completely? Then I guess you should be ready for the second round now and let me treat you like the whore you are. Okay?"
I didn't give her a chance to reply and claimed her lips with mine. I could kiss her my whole life without getting tired of it.
I started deepening the kiss like my life depended on it. In fact, this is the truth because my life depends on her! My life isn't mine anymore; it's hers.
She should know how much I crave her...how much I want to be with her, inside her, to cum inside her, and never pull out my cock from her little nasty cunt.
I want her to feel how much I need her, how much I desire her. My heart races with every touch, and my body aches with every moment I’m not with her. She is everything to me, and I want to show her that with every kiss, every touch, and every thrust.
Her moans drive me wild, and her body responds to mine in a way that makes me feel alive. She has no idea how much power she holds over me, how much I am willing to give up just to be with her, to be inside her.
This isn't just about sex; it's about the connection, the bond we share. She completes me in ways I never thought possible.
As I move inside her, I feel a sense of belonging, a sense of home. She is my everything, and I want her to know that with every kiss, every touch, and every thrust. I want to worship her body, to make her feel cherished and loved. She is mine, and I am hers, now and forever.
I started moving down, and as I reached her, I could hear her breathing heavily. I felt a sense of pride knowing that my cock was the reason for it. I knew this was the best sex she’d ever had in her entire life.
From the moment I laid eyes on her, I made sure that my cock would be the only one her tight little pussy would ever have, and it will stay that way until my last breath.
I killed every person who tried to date her, who dared to touch her, or even thought about fucking her. Just the thought of anyone breathing the same air as her made me want to kill them.
I started licking her juices—fuck, she tastes so good, like always! No matter how many times we do this, I’m sure of one thing—I can never get tired of her, never!
One of my hands was behind her head, softly brushing her hair as I claimed her lips with mine. Her soft, juicy lips have captured my heart, and I’m fully aware that I’m addicted to her presence. No matter how hard I try, this is something I can never control.
After ending the kiss, I looked into her eyes—those eyes looking straight into mine without any fear. It feels like she’s trying to find something she’ll never get—Peace when she’s around me.
I’m the villain in her story, and no matter how much I try, I can never be the saviour she wishes for.
There’s guilt in my eyes that I hide again in a few seconds... yes, guilt! Guilt from the past. Whenever I look at her, I remember what I did to her. I remember that 15-year-old girl crying in front of me, begging me not to hurt her!
