Page 66 of Shattered In Darkness

My body becomes jello. My legs shake uncontrollably, and I can barely breathe as the orgasm crashes over me. He never stops fucking me as I cum around him. He groans and watches me through it.

“Fuck. That is so fucking hot. I’ve dreamt of you coming on my cock. Feeling you clench around me. Fucking milking me. Oh fuck, you’re perfect.” His words jumble out, making me even more aroused.

I lean back and try to catch my breath from the mind-blowing, full-body orgasm. “That felt so good, Brody.”

He pulls out. Grabs his cock, pumping it. “Get on your hands and knees.”

I flip over, ass high, back arched. I hear him hiss behind me. His big hands knead my ass, then slaps it. I cry out.

“So fucking hot,” he groans, grabbing a handful of my ass and jiggling it. He drags his cock along my soaked slit, rubbing my clit with the swollen head.

I push back, needy, desperate for him.

He buries his cock inside me, fucking me from behind. His hands grip my ass, holding me steady as he pounds into me, deep, wet, making obscene, filthy noises.

He slaps my ass again, harder. “You love this, huh? My cock pounding your pussy?”

I can barely get the word out. “Yes. Fuck, yes.” Moans choke me, stars exploding behind my eyes.

He leans forward, palms my tits from behind, pinching my nipples, twisting them until I whimper.

I shove my ass back against him, greedy for every rough thrust. He leans back, yanks my head by the hair, fucking me harder, cock smacking my ass, every slap echoing in the room. His breath comes fast, uneven. His rhythm gets wild, desperate. He pulls out, strokes his cock, growling, and I feel the hot spray of cum land on my back, sticky, warm.

“Fuck, that was good,” he says.

“Yeah, that felt amazing.”

Brody hops off the bed and goes to the bathroom. He comes out with a rag and wipes me down. Gently. Sweetly. Once he’s done, we redress and get into bed with each other. I snuggle against him. His arms wrap around me.

“I’m glad I am your first,” Brody says, looking down at me with affection shining in his eyes.

I close my eyes. Head on his chest. “I’m glad too. You’re all I want.”

His arms squeeze around me in response. I know I shouldn’t fall asleep. I need to get back to my room before Marcus notices I’m gone once the sun rises. But, maybe for a few minutes, I can hang onto this warmth and feel safe.

I smile.

Nothing can break us apart. This is going to last forever. Him and I. We’re made for each other.

18

LOLA

The darkness is everywhere. I am floating in it. I am fading, fading , fading. I wonder if my mom is with me, here in this darkness. I wonder if I can join her.

But, my mother is not here. Only the endless cold. Skeletal creatures reach out from the void, grasping at me. I scream, but nobody hears. Only the dark answers, and its presence crushes me.

I run as if I am being hunted. There is no way out. This darkness is all I can see, all I can feel. I have become nothingness in this black, vast space.

The darkness shifts.

Not like light. Light doesn’t exist here. It’s heavier than that. The void thickens, presses into my lungs, and I can’t tell if I’m breathing or if I’m just remembering what breathing feels like. My legs move anyway. I run because running is the only thing my body knows how to do when it’s scared. When it’s trapped. When it’s already too late.

The cold bites deeper. It doesn’t touch my skin. It goes under it. It seeps through my bones and turns them hollow.

Something skitters behind me. I don’t look back. I never look back.

I push forward, blind, hands out in front of me, fingers catching nothing but air. The darkness has no walls, yet somehow I still slam into one. My shoulder hits something solid, and pain blooms, real enough to make me gasp.