Loving Sugar

RE-UPPING DOSES

Day 163, entry 24.

The frustration is slowly becoming overwhelming, it's the third time I've awoken to my body reacting to the vivid dreams my subconscious induces at night. Reminding me just how tight her body is, how her voice sounds as I send her off into a black hole of pleasure, how her eyes change as her body begins to tighten. The sweet taste of the cream that pours out in waves as a reward of my service of unselfishly providing pleasure. The look on her face after her third orgasm overtook her body and I just flipped her again, continuing the pleasurable torture.

I shouldn't be having wet dreams about the woman who put me in prison. Then again I'd give everything to spend another day outside this concrete box with her. Give up my lungs to spend another night in her.

Sleep was now a distant cry and my self control at a minimum, I was ready to indulge in the wild memories that seeped from the inner workings of my brain. My hardest decision was now which memory would be the culprit to stain my sheets.

With little thought I leaned my head back on the pillow and reached down to pull the hard appendage from within my boxers.

My mind flew through the possibilities, I wanted to remember a better time. A time where wrapping my hands around her throat was so I could fuck the life out her, nothing more and nothing less. I wanted to picture myself above her, pounding her into her sheets, making her gasp for air, finding a home inside of her.

To spank her once again, to feel the wetness pool between us as my hand played with her pussy and the other slammed down on a cheek. The whimper that would leave her lips in response.

A memory flooded suddenly my brain, watching her face contort as I slammed into her. Her sweet pussy flooding around me, drenching the sheets and clenching down on me.

My mind engulfing me deeper until I couldn't tell the difference between the past and reality, there was no reason to fight it off and I let it overtake me and transport me into the memory itself.

"Stop! Don't listen to me! Fuck!"

I slammed back into her, giving her full force, I felt my hips smack into her ass and her hand gripping mine on her inner hip. She started to shake, her hand squeezed then released to steady herself from falling on her face.

"Fucking yes!"

With both hands placed firmly on her hips I pulled her against me at the same time I thrust forward. Our skin slapped together, my cock trying to keep from exiting her sweet pussy that was gripping the life out of me and dripping with anticipation. Every time I forced myself inside of her she gripped me and reminded me exactly how I was making her feel.

"Fuck meee!" She yelled this time, her face hanging as she gripped my sheets, her back arched taking the brunt force of my strokes. Sugar's shaking progressed and she began to move away from me, I pulled her back as my left hand reached underneath her to the most sensitive place on a woman.

My fingers pressed and moved with speed, she tried continuously to run but fell on her side with her legs forcing my hand to exit. From this position I could feel a different spot in her pussy, a different angle to drive myself into her. Her legs shook and finally her hand came to my chest to push me off. Her mouth opened and she squeezed her eyes shut as she began to gasp for air.

I no longer could stop myself from relentlessly spearing inside of her. My strokes becoming forceful and reaching a point of almost no return, my mind finding pleasure in watching her gasp for air. My pace slowed, my need for her safety overcoming my need for a release.

"Don't stop! Please don't stop." My slowed pace became frantic once again, my own mouth opened, my bottom lip finding its way between my teeth. My eyes shifted from her face to the murder scene between us, I wanted to watch her. I wanted to watch her come on me once again, I wanted to watch her face change as she tipped over the cliff, I wanted to see her face as I came inside of her. The sickening thought tipped me and my cock began pulsing.