Slipping out of bed quietly, almost an expert now at being unheard. Was this a good thing? No. Why, you might ask? The reason I'm such an expert at sneaking is because I've been cheating on my boyfriend, Justin, for a while now. Don't get me wrong, I love Justin. He's an amazing boyfriend and all, I just happened to catch myself in the wrong place at the wrong time. About two weeks ago I was at a club with my friends, and met this guy named Logan. He had brown hair and stunning blue eyes. I knew I was dating Justin, but he was out of town, so I danced with Logan. One thing lead to the next, and we ended up having sex. After that, we both just couldn't get enough. Whenever Justin and I had sex, he'd always be gentle and lovingly, but Logan didn't give a fuck. He'd pound into me and I loved it. Now before you yell at me, let me tell you, I KNOW it's wrong. I'm simply addicted to fucking Logan. His sex is my drug.
I was on my way to my house. I had fallen asleep at Justin's every night, me in his arms, and that's when I'd sneak out. Logan was going to meet me at my house, and I was beyond excited.
I drove silently, like I always did, until I reached my house. Logan wasn't there yet, and I felt myself get more excited. I fixed my hair slightly, and sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for him. I finally heard the door bell ring and ran anxiously to it. I pulled open the door and saw Logan, and he took no hesitation to smash his lips against mine. I smiled and backed up, leading him into my house and closing the door. He sat on the couch and I straddled him, kissing him harder. I pulled off his shirt and he did the same to mine, we were both eager. We stopped kissing so intensely so Logan could take off his pants and I could too. I went back to straddling him and kissed him while I grinded on him.
"What. The. FUCK?!" I heard, and pulled away from Logan, looking back quickly. Justin was standing there in his sweatpants only, like he had just woken up. I felt my heart pace, and my blood race. "J-Justin, it's not what it looks like." I stuttered, unable to believe that I had just been caught. I felt Logan's body freeze and tense up under mine, and felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "You bitch, I can't believe you're cheating on me!" he yelled, and I cringed, scared. Justin never raised his voice to me. Never.
"Get off of him." Justin demanded, moving towards me. I got scared and moved off of Logan, his eyes wide. "You little pussy, if I ever see you with my girl again I will crack every single one of your ribs. You got that?" Justin said lowly and intimidatingly to Logan. He nodded quickly and stood up, grabbing his clothes and running, almost SPRINTING, out of my house.
"Fucking slut." Justin hissed, looking at me with disgust. By this time, tears were streaming down my face. "Justin, baby, I'm sorry..." I sobbed, trying to walk over to him. He grabbed me and kissed me roughly, picking me up off of my feet and wrapping my legs around his waist. He brought me over to the wall and slammed me against it. I was scared, I didn't know what I had done to Justin. He never was like this. "Now you little bitch, I'm gonna fuck you and you're gonna like it. Understood?" he asked, more like demanded. "N-No Justin, set me down." I said quietly, not looking into his eyes. "I wasn't asking, baby." he emphasized baby, drawing it out while dragging his finger arcoss my lip, licking his own. I tried to push him off of me, but with my back against the wall, and him so close to me, I didn't have much luck. I felt Justin pull down his sweatpants and then rip off my panties, literally, rip. He pulled me slightly off of the wall to unclasp my bra, and then pressed me even harder against it than before. I felt Justin's dick against my hole and shook, he wasn't really going to do this, was he? "Justin, p-please stop." I said, trying to push him off again. He chuckled lightly, "No." he responded, before thrusting himself into me while holding onto my neck tightly. I screamed and grabbed his back, trying to push him off harder than I was before. He kept laughing and thrusting into me harder more when I tried to move and gripped me tighter. Justin pounded into me, I felt like at any moment I would've broken into two. This was a totally different side of Justin, he was always so caring and loving and passionate. I screamed as he fucked me, and grabbed at his back, sinking my nails into it probably enough to leave scars. When I got my mind off Justin forcing himself onto me, I realized how good I felt. I started feeling pleasure instead of pain, or a mixture of both. I moaned loudly and screamed again when Justin thrusted deeper into me. "J-Justin!" I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist tighter. Justin smirked and leaned in to kiss my neck, and started sucking on it. "You're mine." Justin whispered into my ear, gripping onto my hips. "Tell me you're mine. Fucking tell me that you're mine." Justin demanded, and I moaned loudly. "I'm yours..." I whimpered from the pleasure, and Justin smirked, kissing me on the lips. He trusted into me harder and faster, and I felt myself about to cum. "I'm gonna cum...!" I moaned, sinking my teeth into Justin's shoulder and screaming. "Almost there baby." he moaned, and I felt myself have the most intense orgasm. My body shook and I leaned my head back, and I felt my eyes close and roll to the back of my head. Justin and I came at the same time, it was amazing.
Justin pulled out of me and kissed me lightly. "I'm sorry, Justin." I wrapped my arms around him tightly, never wanting to let go. "It's fine baby, I'm sorry for not pleasing you enough." Justin said, kissing me again. "It's not your fault Justin, it's mine. You're perfect okay?" I smiled slightly, and pushed my forehead against his. "No, you are." he smiled, kissing me quickly again. "I love you." I said, wishing I had never cheated in the first place. "I love you too." he said, smiling.
