I'll make this work

I'll make this work

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I wake up from the sound of the booming alarm. I use my weak hungover strength over myself and hit the snooze. I do not want to get up. My insides are humming out of tune to my hunger. I open my eyes and look at the beat of the fan above my eyes. She screams. Again. My tired body pushes up from my comfort. I walk over to my beaten down drawers and grab and oversized t-shirt. Probably from one of many guys. I walk down the stairs hearing loud screams. It's weird how natural I can be in this house. "Morning Joe." The only words I will probably ever speak today. I am so tired. "Nice day isn't it" He says as we hear the witch scream. I smile at his comment. At least someone in the house has a sense of humor. I lost everything when he left. Most people say Joe is only here for the money. I think they're right. No one wants to be with my mother.
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**** WARNING*** this book contains graphic details of sexual content and assault and is not appropriate for viewer's under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised! **You have been warned!** He's my obsession now, a drug I crave, and I his. I freely give into the madness, the place he takes me, and I willingly go to forget, forget about how crazy my life is right now, a place where sadness and fear do not exist. The high, unlike anything I've ever felt. Our tongues dancing passionately in rhythm with each other. His finger twisting in my hair pulling, teasing me, the prickling pain part of the high. Our bodies pushing and pulling together like magnets. I rake my finger nails up his back, an animal like sound rough and primal slips from his mouth. I'm naked, sprawled across his bed. Already two orgasms in. He tells me he likes the way my body trembles beneath him. "I'm going to wreck you now Ambrosia." His voice is rough. My inner muscles clench painfully at his words. He spreads me open and slams into me. I moan into the mattress my hands stretched above me; he holds them together as he makes good on his promise. His movements slowly becoming harder, faster, he bites down on my shoulder, the pain quickly forgotten as his lips kiss a trail to my neck, he reaches under me and pinches my swollen clit. His hand fists my hair forcing my head up. "Follow me." His voice is like honey. My body obeys clenching his shaft tight. "That's it." He whispers My body starts to spasm, an orgasm coming up fast until I can no longer hold onto reality, I eagerly let it slip from my fingers until I'm floating. This is what I crave, he is my drug.

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