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The Darkness of Candy's Room
Date: 1/13/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: gilrenard, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories
was pounding hard, so hard that it scared her. “Shhhhh, baby, I’m here,” she whispered, trying to sooth the cruel pain he carried deep inside. She wanted to ask if the tear was for Angel, or for her. She couldn’t bring herself to ask the question. She couldn’t pretend that she had any doubt, that it was for her. “How did you lose her?” she asked in a soft voice. Her heart raced out of control, she was terrified of what the answer might be. Deep inside she thought she knew the answer already. She had to hear it; she needed to hear it from him. He rolled his head to the side and fought back the urge to scream out at the top of his lungs, how much he had grown to hate the world. Instead, he gripped her hips and pulled her tighter to him, he needed to feel his entire cock, deep inside her. He lifted his eyes to meet hers. She caressed his lips with her long, delicate, trembling fingers and sobbed, “Please tell me.” The cold, diamond hard look, returned to his dark eyes as he replied to her plea, “The same way I’m going to lose you.” She broke down as his words rumbled through her. She brought her hands to her face and sobbed uncontrollably. Time stood still for the both of them. She pulled the broken pieces of what was still left inside of her together, and continued to fuck him. He needed her, and she could never deny him what he needed. “Cum with me, cum with your whore,” she whispered, fighting back sobs as she bucked her hips harder. They fucked each other with a desperate ... urgency. She stopped the slow churning of her hips and clamped down on his cock with her pussy. He lifted his hips and filled her quivering insides, with sticky, hot cum. She came on his cock, while it twitched and filled her. She collapsed on top of him, placed her cheek on his chest and listened to his heart beat. She listened to the pounding in his chest slow down. He fell asleep, with her on his chest still listening to his heart beat. She drifted off in a deep, lifeless sleep. Only to be startled awake by a terrible dream. She was woken up by something that wasn’t there. His heart beat. She couldn’t hear it anymore. She had never felt more alone, sad or desperate. Her senses slowly came back to her. She held her breath and with eyes shut tight, she pressed her ear tight against his chest and listened for his heart beat. She exhaled and squeezed him tight, when the thumping of his heart filled her ears. “I have to go,” he told her, his voice was calm and lucid. “I know,” she smiled as she rolled over and shut her eyes. He got dressed and dropped another hundred dollar bill on her beat up dresser. It landed on top of the messy pile of all the other bills he had dropped there, after each of his visits. He stopped at her bedroom door and turned to look at her. Waiting for her to say something, hoping it wouldn’t be the same answer as all the other times. Hoping she would agree to his offer of moving in with him and getting help to battle her addiction. He heard her sob; he ...