Chapter 19: Chapter 19

KRISTIN

A fucking party?!

What the hell happened to completing a project with Mark?

"Thank you, George," I appreciated after a moment of silent deliberation. "Will you be able to get across to Mark?"

"Yes, I should be able to. I just hope he sees my call. It should be loud whenever he is."

Must be loud since he went with June. Maybe they are even... Good looooord!

I exhaled softly to calm my nerves and restrain myself from asking for Mark's number. "If you get across to him, please tell him."

"I will!"

"Extend my regards to the prof," I said as a sign to show that I wanted the conversation to be wrapped up.

"I will! Bye."

The call disconnected with a beep that made my throat dry. June at a party?

I know what kids do at parties! Hell, I went to some during my lovely teenage years. Teenage parties surround nothing but drugs, cigarettes, and SEX!

Considering that their hormones are just in development, I can't blame them for fucking around like horny bonobos.

I threw a look at the lady on the bed. I came here to calm my nerves, and it worked. But the call with George sent my mood crashing back down.

I ran a palm over my face. I hate it when women behave tough but end up like broken pottery after something as little as a round.

"Get out," I murmured, fighting the urge to rush to the bed and fuck her until she becomes unconscious.

She struggled out of bed and limped her way to the door.

As she reached out her trembling fingers to the knob, I gave a request.

"If we go another round, you will break; please get me someone else."

She nodded weakly and limped out of the room.

I sat on the bed and exhaled again.

June might as well kill me because these feelings are worse than death.

I have always had to worry about her—right from the beginning. The only difference is that during her childhood, she listened. I didn't have to yell or scream or bang my head against a wall before she accepted my instructions.

A knock sounded on the door and I made a quick mental note.

First, fuck the hell out of whoever it was standing on the other side of the door.

Second, freshen up, drive straight to Mark's house and ask the venue of the goddamn party.

Third, drive June home and talk senses into her! I just hope she doesn't give me a tough time because I am already drained as it is.

"Come in," I invited. A woman walked in, brimming with smiles.

"Hi, Kristin."

I instantly recognized her. I've, on more than one occasion, fucked her before now.

In her right hand was a small bag which she set on the floor in front of me.

She was dressed like the former lady, only that her leather was more revealing.

"Are you still the same Kristin we know?" she asked humorously and stooped to open the bag at my foot.

"Still the same, ever the same," I replied with a smirk. There is something about sex. It keeps you in the moment and pushes away awkward thoughts. Let's not forget the end which is usually a mind-blowing orgasm that is capable of draining fatigue and stress.

From the bag, she withdrew a dildo and set it on the floor in front of me. Ahh... I love women like this: always ready and straight to the point.

Her seductive eyes held me captive as she reached into the bag and withdrew another instrument—my favourite.

CUFFS!

I licked my bottom lip. "You are going to ride that," I gestured to the light-brown dildo some steps away from my right foot.

"Of course, I will," she smiled seductively and worked off all the items of clothing on her. Large boobs stared at me with so much longing that my fingers reached out for them.

She scooted over so I could touch them and play with her nipples. After some moments of satisfying my hands, I indicated for her to go back.

She moved back and squatted above the dildo, angling the tip in the direction of her pussy. A moan escaped her as the tip went in, her eyes tightly shut and her lips parted, and gave way for almost three inches, four, and five! Until she took in up to six inches of it.

"Fucking ride it," I ordered. She started a steady rock, and I watched as her pussy clamped around the silicone toy, her sphincter contracting and relaxing as she bounced. "Go harder! I will fuck you worse than that."

"Ahh, Kristin!" she purred and increased her pace as my orders filtered into her hearing. I saw her teeth marks on her lower lip, an indication that her pace was giving the desired result.

I scooted back until I sat in the middle of the bed. "Come here, let me stretch you myself."

Her thighs lightly shook as she got up and started forward. My order made her go back.

"Bring that toy with you."

And she did. Deciding that I will prefer to see her squirm and try breaking out of my hold, I held back from asking for the cuffs.

"Lie down and spread your legs for me." Adrenaline pumped into my body as I grabbed the dildo and forced it into her.

"Fuck!" she screamed and scooted back. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her towards me, then held her in place for the insertion of the toy. My hand around the base, I pushed it in and out of her, watching in delight as she cried and fisted the sheets.

"Good..." I grabbed her boob with the toy moving in her. "That's enough stretch." I don't know if she understood what I said, and I don't care if she did—or didn't. I removed the dildo, threw it across the room, and replaced the weight inside her with my hard dick. With one powerful thrust, I was all the way in and started rocking my hips into her.

She screamed and I palmed her mouth, my weight a mass over her. Her sounds transcended from moans to stifled shrieks to gasps and purrs.

Panting, I made sure her pussy was well assaulted. Some minutes into my thrusts, I turned her over to lie on her chest and entered her from behind.

She moaned into the sheets.

I laid on her, supporting my weight on my elbows, and continued my plough. I know she will probably be sore for some days after this, and I want it that way. I want her to remember me when she walks and feels the discomfort in her pussy, and when she is fucked by someone else and keeps screaming because the evidence of the destruction I caused there is yet to fade.

Something about the position we are in made my orgasm come faster than usual. I heard a shaky breath of relief as I offloaded inside her, my body vibrating from the release.

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I didn't waste any time after that. I showered, laid some bills on the bed, and drove out of the premises.

I would have driven straight for Mark's house, but I suddenly remembered that my clothes had traces of moisture, so I stopped at the house to change into something clean.

My heart beating in anger, I grabbed my keys and raced for my car.

My eyes caught a car coming from down the street. I waited, already knowing who it was.

It stopped at the front, directly where I stood with my keys in hand.

Mark exited the driver's part of the car and rushed to the other side to help... to fucking help June out!

June could hardly stand on her own.

"What the hell happened?!!!" I yelled in Mark's face. He had to stop in his tracks for fear of coming close and receiving a punch.

"I went out to take my brother's call that you were looking for her. Before I got back, she had taken quite a lot."

"June." I completely ignored the madman and went after my niece. "June, are you okay?"

She smiled and leaned into my hold, her fingers splayed on my chest.

"You smell so natural," she slurred and nuzzled into my chest to sniff me. "You feel hot."

God, no. This can't be happening now...