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the help she could get to stay upright.
String thongs are a mystery to me. Why the fuck women wear them is beyond me. There is no way you could tell me it doesn’t hurt to wear one of those. Constantly rubbing against their asshole, it must be fucking irritating. Reaching forward, I ripped that shit clean off her and then she was ready for me.
Licking my fingers before I felt between her legs again, she was a hot slick mess down there. Completely open and waiting for me. Reaching behind me, I pulled out a silver foil pack and wrapped myself before leaning forward and drawing my sheathed, swollen dick down her slit, and without ceremony sunk myself deep inside her.
A loud groan of pleasure tore from her throat, and after two gentle thrusts, I rode her deep and hard. Smirking when she came for the first time at around the tenth pound, I could see she was going to be exhausted in the next ten minutes.
Lennox turned up just as she was coming and I glanced over when I heard him approach. I grinning roguishly when he laughed, and shook his head at me, and turned to walk back in the direction he’d just come from.
Damn, she was a screamer as well. Actually, she was not so much of a screamer than a ‘pained wailer.’ Kind of on a par with the noises that cats make when they mate. It was fucking off- putting so I just rode her as fast as I had to in order to get myself off, and to get the fuck away from her. Talk about a passion killer!
As soon as I came, I pulled out of her, I thanked her and walked briskly away without looking back. There were no awkward after moments after a fuck like that. When I caught up with my band Lennox turned and told me, in a matter of fact manner that the venue organizers were ready for the meet and greet, VIP, winner’s party, from the radio stations.
Nodding at the guys, I grinned again and made a quick trip to the rest room to make myself decent and pull on a fresh t- shirt. Everyone was gone by the time I came out apart from Charlotte who walked beside me hugging that ugly blue organizer she has. Opening the door to enter, I pasted on my best smile and with the first face I saw, became Gibson Barclay, lead singer of M3rcy. Public property.
CHLOE’S LIFE: FIVE YEARS LATER
CHAPTER 7 - BREAKING FREE
Chloe
Crap! I need to get the hell out of here. Blood trickled down my cheek as I stared at my red rimmed eyes on my tear stained face in the bathroom mirror. My puffy, bruised bottom lip oozed clear serum from the swelling. I looked disfigured.
Lifting my shirt to inspect myself more closely, I could see there was already fresh bruising forming over my ribs, right beside the old green and yellow bruises that were fading from last week. Reality finally dawned on me that I couldn’t allow him to do abuse me anymore.
God only knows what had brought out the beast in him on that night. Everything about that moment had been meticulously planned and delivered with precision, to ensure it was just the way he liked it, but it seemed that nothing I did for him back then was the right thing.
I wasn’t able to pinpoint exactly when that shift happened, but we definitely reached a watershed moment at some point, but once it had, nothing I did pleased him. How in hell we arrived at that point I have no idea. Kace used to idolize me, yet there came a point where I had been terrified to speak and he was reacting negatively to anything I had done.
Staring; confusion, clearly written on the face staring back at me in the mirror, I hardly recognized the reflection in the mirror as me. Timid and petrified. Alien feelings, to the strong girl I once had been.
Although my appearance used to make people think I was younger than I was and I wasn’t that confident in myself, I was usually the most outspoken person among my friends, about domestic violence.
Who would have thought that I, Chloe Jenner, would have become a victim of something so degrading? Yet, within a couple of years of leaving college, I
String thongs are a mystery to me. Why the fuck women wear them is beyond me. There is no way you could tell me it doesn’t hurt to wear one of those. Constantly rubbing against their asshole, it must be fucking irritating. Reaching forward, I ripped that shit clean off her and then she was ready for me.
Licking my fingers before I felt between her legs again, she was a hot slick mess down there. Completely open and waiting for me. Reaching behind me, I pulled out a silver foil pack and wrapped myself before leaning forward and drawing my sheathed, swollen dick down her slit, and without ceremony sunk myself deep inside her.
A loud groan of pleasure tore from her throat, and after two gentle thrusts, I rode her deep and hard. Smirking when she came for the first time at around the tenth pound, I could see she was going to be exhausted in the next ten minutes.
Lennox turned up just as she was coming and I glanced over when I heard him approach. I grinning roguishly when he laughed, and shook his head at me, and turned to walk back in the direction he’d just come from.
Damn, she was a screamer as well. Actually, she was not so much of a screamer than a ‘pained wailer.’ Kind of on a par with the noises that cats make when they mate. It was fucking off- putting so I just rode her as fast as I had to in order to get myself off, and to get the fuck away from her. Talk about a passion killer!
As soon as I came, I pulled out of her, I thanked her and walked briskly away without looking back. There were no awkward after moments after a fuck like that. When I caught up with my band Lennox turned and told me, in a matter of fact manner that the venue organizers were ready for the meet and greet, VIP, winner’s party, from the radio stations.
Nodding at the guys, I grinned again and made a quick trip to the rest room to make myself decent and pull on a fresh t- shirt. Everyone was gone by the time I came out apart from Charlotte who walked beside me hugging that ugly blue organizer she has. Opening the door to enter, I pasted on my best smile and with the first face I saw, became Gibson Barclay, lead singer of M3rcy. Public property.
CHLOE’S LIFE: FIVE YEARS LATER
CHAPTER 7 - BREAKING FREE
Chloe
Crap! I need to get the hell out of here. Blood trickled down my cheek as I stared at my red rimmed eyes on my tear stained face in the bathroom mirror. My puffy, bruised bottom lip oozed clear serum from the swelling. I looked disfigured.
Lifting my shirt to inspect myself more closely, I could see there was already fresh bruising forming over my ribs, right beside the old green and yellow bruises that were fading from last week. Reality finally dawned on me that I couldn’t allow him to do abuse me anymore.
God only knows what had brought out the beast in him on that night. Everything about that moment had been meticulously planned and delivered with precision, to ensure it was just the way he liked it, but it seemed that nothing I did for him back then was the right thing.
I wasn’t able to pinpoint exactly when that shift happened, but we definitely reached a watershed moment at some point, but once it had, nothing I did pleased him. How in hell we arrived at that point I have no idea. Kace used to idolize me, yet there came a point where I had been terrified to speak and he was reacting negatively to anything I had done.
Staring; confusion, clearly written on the face staring back at me in the mirror, I hardly recognized the reflection in the mirror as me. Timid and petrified. Alien feelings, to the strong girl I once had been.
Although my appearance used to make people think I was younger than I was and I wasn’t that confident in myself, I was usually the most outspoken person among my friends, about domestic violence.
Who would have thought that I, Chloe Jenner, would have become a victim of something so degrading? Yet, within a couple of years of leaving college, I
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