Scarlet Kiss

Chapter 1

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"Yes, yes! Oh baby, that's it!"  he yelled, grabbing my hips with his sweaty hands and bouncing me up and down hard on his cock. I wanted to roll my eyes as I felt a sharp sting hit my backside. He groaned underneath me like it was the greatest fucking feeling in the world to be able to slap my ass.

"Mmm," I moaned, throwing my head back and looking up at the ceiling just so I wouldn't have to see at his scrunched up face as he came. It always reminded me of a bald-headed baby taking on the bitter taste of a lemon slice for the first time. It wasn't pretty and it made me want to cover his head with a bag. 

Over the past six months, sex with Paul had just become tedious and boring. We fucked in the same positions, in the same bedroom, and he moaned the same stupid words every single time. At least when he screamed, 'It's happening!' I knew it was almost over and I could finally grab my vibrator and lock myself in the bathroom to finish what he never bothered doing for me. 

I couldn't figure out when things had started to go wrong for us. We'd been a couple for almost three years now, and at one point I actually believed I was going to marry him. But something happened, almost like a switch flipped in my head and I realized that I was stuck. Stuck in this house, stuck in this life, and stuck with him.

"Hazel, who's your daddy?" Jesus, not this shit again. "Say my name baby!" 

I bit my lip and looked down at him.  Sweat was gleaming off his forehead and glistening from his upper lip as it quivered. It made me want to jump off him and grab a towel so he could wipe it. He was still thrusting hard into me, his hips bucking and his legs straining. The vein in his forehead was practically popping out with the effort he was exerting just to maintain his pace. 

"You're my daddy, Pauly," I sarcastically moaned, knowing he was too caught up in the moment to notice. I watched as he closed his eyes and the lemon face began to appear. 

"It's happening!" he gasped, clearly out of breath. 

Damn he needs to start working out again, I couldn't help but think. This was one of the reasons he liked me on top. He thought it was less work on him because all he had to do was lay there, but he ended up trying to dominate the situation anyway. 

I closed my eyes as I felt his dick pulsing inside of me, a high pitched whining noise coming from his lips. His nails suddenly dug painfully into my sides and his body stilled. I held back a hiss of pain and took a deep breath before lifting my body off of him and heading towards the bathroom without so much as a glance behind me. 

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I leaned my forehead up against the shower wall and let the scalding hot water stream down my body. My muscles relaxed immediately and a sigh I hadn't realized I'd been holding in escaped my lips. 

I needed to break up with him. I've known it for a while now. I knew it wasn't fair stringing him along like this, but at the same time I almost felt like I owed it to him to keep trying. 

I turned around and pressed my back against the granite, slowly letting my body sink down until the cool tiles of the shower floor were pressing up against my rear. I wrapped my arms around my legs and drew them closer to me, resting my chin on my knees and closing my eyes. I needed some time away from Paul so I could let loose and get the space I actually needed to think. All this pent up energy - and sexual frustration - was eating me alive and it was time I finally took some control back and got what I wanted for once. 

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Thirty minutes later, I'd stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped firmly in place and my mind set on what I needed to do.