MADMAN'S DEMISE

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Brandon Barlowe

I grit my teeth so goddamn hard together they nearly fused into a thick mass in my mouth. Her body trembled where she sat. Fragile, breakable limbs depending only on my strong arms. If only she could understand.

She would, though. Eventually. Not just now.
I coaxed myself, trying to make this easier for me although I knew it was in vain. Nothing could make this any easier. She was broken before me, because of me. How would I ever be able to forgive myself for this?

In instinct I tried holding back the tears, albeit I didn't want to hide from her how hard this was for me. If I would've been selfish, I would never have done this. I would never have made this sickening decision at all. Because I sure as hell needed her so much I could lock her in here, throw the key to hell, and keep her with me forever.

But I wasn't selfish anymore. And the only one to blame for that was herself. After all she was the one responsible for my awakening.

I felt her breath against my neck, warm, damp air escaping her uptight lungs and intoxicating my skin. Her hand was still placed on my chest, holding so steadily it felt as if she was about to claw into me and rip my heart out to keep it to herself. It was painful. So frustrating yet so intimate and sensational feeling her against me like this. I knew she was trying to seduce me into weakness.

But going through with what she wanted would only lead me off track. Getting to hold her naked body in my hands, knowing it would be for the last time, would make me lose my mind. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I would hurt her, try to devour her rather than let it end.

It couldn't end. Because what would I do afterwards?

Don't be selfish.

She was begging for it. And what kind of a person would I be not to grant her one last wish?

Love me goodbye Brandon

Those fucking words were the worst I'd ever heard, shattering my heart into pieces and tearing my soul, leaving me with nothing but guilt, and hunger. Hunger for her.

I traced my hand over her back, fingers gliding softly all the way up until I could grab her by the hair in the back of her neck. I pulled her head up to face me, a quiet grunt escaping her lips as I tugged gently. She looked at me, innocent, golden eyes pleading for anything but innocence. I could drown in those amber depths. Looking at me that way, she could persuade me into anything.

I leaned forward, letting my tongue flick over her bottom lip while keeping the grip steady back in her neck. I breathed against her, teasing her with the closeness without sealing the kiss. Her breathing increased, her still glistening eyes widening and turning more desperate with every ticking beat. My insides throbbed, my cock growing harder and pressing against my trousers, begging for release. I closed my eyes, slowly leaning into her once more, and letting my lips carefully graze hers.

"I do love you," I whispered against the damp skin of her swollen, perfect lips.

"And I'll show you just how much."

A tear rolled over her cheek. But her dilated pupils spoke no more words of sorrow.

With my right hand still tied in her hair, I grabbed her under the thigh with my left, roughly pulling her closer with her legs placed on each side of me where we sat on the floor. Her grey dress fell low, exposing the porcelain skin of her thighs and making my heart thunder. I forced her to my lips, gratifying my starving. Our tongues tied, the fume of her deluding me further into the haze. I squeezed the flesh of her leg, pulling the skirt of her dress further down and following with my hand. Her skin bumped under my fingertips, affirmed to me how much she craved me.

Every physical reaction of hers always got me into the heaviest arousal. Knowing that what I was doing to her was making her feel good, so good it even showed, was something I could please my mind with forever. It only made me want to touch her even more, kiss her even more, and make those signs permanent on her body.

She ground against me, feeling my hard cock through the fabric that was still in the way for us. But yet she enjoyed it, her crotch pushing on me and putting pressure on her throbbing nerves.

"Ah." She moaned. My mouth inhaling the wonderful sound as I let her continue. I dug into the flesh of her behind, held her steady and close to me while she moved her hips desperately in delight. She was so incredibly hot I could jet only in my trousers. The intense movements causing pearls of sweat to appear on her forehead, adorning her and making her even more fucking perfect.

I grunt against her. I couldn't hold it much longer. The frustration and wildness grew with every heaving breath of hers. I pushed forward, helping her increase the pleasure, and she moaned again. My fist clasped her hair harder, pulling and forcing her head back. I wanted to watch. Watch as her body worked her to orgasm all by itself.

Her nails clawed my neck, her hands tugged my hair and her fingers tied harshly. I panted and gasped, my eyes trailing down her body, watching her neck strain, her chest heaving, her breasts stiffen, her hips drive.

"Oh, Brandon."

I responded with a grunt. The way she spelt my name with euphoria in her voice was just too much. If she wouldn't reach it within the nearest ten seconds I'd be forced to interrupt her only to fulfil my own desire and finally have her wrapped around my aching length.

Releasing the grip of her behind, I moved my hand up to her collar, carefully caressed the amount of skin that was already exposed before I snaked my fingers down to unbutton her dress. One by one, I clasped the white buttons, more of her skin revealing before my needy eyes. As the dress was completely undone in the front, I pulled it over her shoulders and let her breasts out. They were pleading for my mouth. The erect skin like silver bullets aimed directly at me.

But I refused to let go of her with my eyes. So I took her in my hand instead, kneaded gracefully, teased and played with the stiff part of her between my fingers and conduced to her pleasure. She felt so good in my hands. Her pale skin so fragile and warm. The size of her so perfect just like she was made only for me.

Her eyes were still open. Dark and wide, completely focused on me. She didn't want to be elsewhere. She wanted to live in this moment and imprint every part of it into her head so that she could remember forever. She wouldn't allow herself to close her eyes even if the heavy delight would tell her to.

Enhancing the pressure against me one last time, she ground intensively until she finally blew out loudly and let her body go.

"Ah! Oh God!"

Her body trembled and twitched, and her back arched, shooting her chest closer to me. Tears started streaming down her face again, and although I was struck with another thick, painful arrow of guilt, I couldn't think of else than how extremely beautiful she was at this moment.

Her eyes unwillingly rolled back, and I finally let myself dive into her neck to help her reach maximum pleasure. I kissed and nibbled, feeling her purr through the fine skin of her neck before finally tensing off and falling forward to land on my shoulder. I held her tightly, knowing she'd need some time before I could continue with her.

I breathed against her ear, my hands gliding up and down her humid back. Her sweating didn't ease my eagerness, instead, it just drove me into deeper excitement. My whole body ached, the pressure in my trousers blazing, my every muscle strained, every blood vessel inside me near explosion.

Parting my lips, I dug my fingers into the skin of her back before I whispered against her.

"I hope you understand I'm far from done with you."