Ugly

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     The night was young and Danielle told me he was at the door. I sped walk over to the door and let out a deep sigh to calm myself down. I opened the door and my eyes widened. Danielle had a bag in his hand; a small smile rested on his face. "You look amazing, by the way," he mumbled, stepping inside to kiss me. When he pecked my lips, I smiled. He looked at me again, and finally kissed my lips softly.

     When he pulled away I felt all giddy, wanting to shake and scream. "I wanna scream so badly, but I dont want to wake up my mom," I whispered, "lets go into my room and we can talk louder... " I took Danielle's hand and guided him towards my room, smiling as he pushed my hair from the back of my neck. He kissed it and began nibbling.

     "Is this a booty call?" He asked, breathing in my hair, "or did you just wanted to see me?" I smiled and turned around as we got into my room. Danielle closed the door behind him and wrapped his arms around my waste, my body shivering as he touched me. He soon stopped and stared at my head "Your hair," he mumbled.

     I touched my head and felt a bald spot. I sat in shock. "My dad had-uh- he grabbed my hair and... " I bit my lip and went quiet.

     "He hurt you," Danielle mumbled.

     I gave a forced chuckle, smiling at him. "Heh, let's just ignore that," I asked, dropping to my knees and unbuckling his belt. "I mean, its just my dad. He's just angry all the time... " Danielle looked down on me and stared at my head. I frowned and let go of his privates. "Is it that bad?" Danielle shook his head and rubbed my cheek with his hand. 

     "You can barely notice it," he mumbled, "it's just after you see it, its there, you know?" I nodded and put his dick in my mouth, hoping my warmth would get him hard. "Your dad beats you?" he asked as he rubbed my hair. He was getting hard, but it got harder for me to get hard with this conversation, "What does he do to you?" I paused.

     "Danielle, I can't be turned on talking about this," I mumbled, his tip in the side of my mouth, "Please, let's not talk about this now... " Danielle went silent and ran his hands through my hair as I got to work. His hands gripped my hair lightly and rocked his hips back and forth. 

     Danielle soon pulled out of my mouth randomly, causing me feel empty in my mouth. "You should lay down on the bed," he mumbled, "and tell me what he did to you; where he hit you and I'll will kiss it better. " I blushed, letting him spread my legs. He got between them and smiled.

     I paused. "He grabbed my wrists and forced me on the ground," I mumbled, "and called me names and stuff... " Danielle kissed my wrists and looked up at me. "He stepped on my crotch and-" Danielle began to pull down my pants and underwear. I was hard, even though I was talking about my abusive father. Danielle seemed to have a way with words and actions and soon enough, I was having orgasms and whining. His touch on my thighs made me shake and his mouth was warm.

      "Do you like it?" he asked, looking up at me, "want me to stop?" I shook my head and began to cry from unbearable pleasure. "Cute," he laughed. When he stopped, I whined, touching his chest when he stood up. "What do you want me to do next?"

     I took off my pants all the way off and pulled my legs up. "I want you to use your thing right here again," I smiled, "I don't care if you prepare me or not... " Danielle helped me keep my legs up.  

     "I'll prepare you first," he smiled, "I don't want you to be hurting. Sex is not worth it." I laughed a little as he kissed my ankles, "I love you, Avery," he whispered, "I'd loved you for a long time. Please return my feelings... " I stared at Danielle and smiled.

     I nodded. "I love you too... " He smiled and leaned down, kissing my lips. I moaned as he shoved a finger inside of me. As he kissed me, he prepared me, causing me to moan into his mouth. "Danielle!" I cried out, grabbing the arm attached to that finger, "I can't. I can't. I can't!" As I cried this out he kissed down my neck. "I can't! I'm gonna go insane, please!" Danielle smirked a little and sighed.

     "Well," he mumbled, "go insane. I don't mind. Lose your mind..."

     I began to cry my legs kicking a little as he massaged my prostate. "No good!" I whined, "Its too good! I can't, Danielle!"

     Danielle smiled and pulled his fingers out, causing me to calm down. I was out of breath and tired, letting my feet hit the bed. "I'm gonna put my dick in now," he whispered, sliding me to the edge of my bed, "I hope I stretched you out the best I can... " I nodded and lifted my legs up again.

     "Fuck me. Ruin my ass, please!" I whined, desperately, "make me yours. Make me a mess!!" Danielle smirked and put his tip to my butt, forcing himself in. I squeezed my eyes shit and threw my head back, biting my lips. "F-Fuck, Danielle... "

     Danielle smiled and bent over to kiss me. "You're tight still," he whispered, sitting up to kiss my ankles, "you ready for me to move?" I nodded preparing for pain. He didn't start slow. Instead, Danielle starting ramming inside of me, hitting all my sensitive spots one bye one. I almost couldn't hold in my moans, and my hands grew shaky as I reached my climax. I let out a loud moan by accident, holding my mouth as Danielle slowed down. "You need to keep quiet. Does you mother know?" I gave him a confused face. "You know. You're gay. Does she know?" I shrugged and bit my lip.

     "She likes to hook me up with guys a lot of times," I mumbled, "she said she wants me out of the house. I think she knows..." Danielle kept his rhythm slow as he listened to me talk. "I mean she saw my dad hurt me before, him on top of me... He was grabbing my cheeks and yelling at me for making out with some guy I found that actually thought I was pretty... " Danielle began ramming hard causing me to forget what I was talking about. My eyes began to water and my vision blurred as he whispered nothings into my ear.

     "You're pretty, Avery," he whispered, "you're the most beautiful guy I've ever seen. And I will make you feel beautiful no matter what." He pulled out and laid down on the bed, his brown eyes staring into mine. "How about you sit on it?" 

     I lost my shit that night. And I felt more beautiful and pretty then I ever felt.

A/N: I had no clue whether it was time for a lemon buuuuut I felt like adding one. If you want one with Ivy I'll figure a way to add one in. Thanks for reading.