Free Brutally Beautiful by Christine Zolendz

mine.  “Don’t talk, unless you’re telling me how hard to fuck you.”
    Morgan clawed at my face and kissed me hard.  My hands were on her bare hips and I chuckled deep into her mouth; leave it to Morgan not to wear any panties so I would have easy access.  I should have fucked her right at that dinner table.  I should have done it just to see the look on Lainey’s innocent face while I fucked like an animal in front of her.  The thought got me harder than I had ever been in my life.
    Morgan slid off me and unzipped my suit pants; my cock sprung free slapping against her hands.  I wasn’t wearing underwear either.
    She fisted my cock with both hands, wrapped her lips around the head and started to pump and suck.  “Fuck.  That’s good,” I whispered, pressing the back of her head into me, gagging her.  She hummed and moaned, vibrating her approval against my skin.  I lessened the pressure of my hand and moved her head to the rhythm I wanted and rocked into her.  Images of Lainey looking out the window, finding me fucking Morgan’s mouth in the front seat of my truck, almost pushed me over the edge.  Pulling her mouth off me, I spun her around to face the windshield.  She steadied herself against the dashboard and lifted her ass into my face as I yanked a condom out of my pocket, ripped through the foil with my teeth and rolled the fucker on.  Then I slammed into her, making her yelp in surprise, then giggle and moan.  I made her ride me fast and hard, pushing and pulling at her ass to get her to move fast enough for the feral fuck I wanted.  I knew Morgan liked it hard anyway.  That was why we played. She needed a man that wasn’t afraid to fuck her and I needed a woman that I could break if I needed to.  I never thought about Morgan as I fucked her. She wasn’t real to me. It was like there wasn’t a woman attached to the pussy I pounded. All I thought about were the sensations around my cock.  I felt her pulse and tighten around me when a small ivory hand pushed back the curtains to one of the windows in the trailer, and the thought of Lainey had me surging forward and coming so hard I saw spots before my eyes.  Holy shit .
    “Get off me,” I grunted.
    Lainey’s big green eyes were in my head.
    “That little girl in there got you twisted up or something, Kade?  You were staring at her like you wanted to devour her.”
    Rolling the condom off, I still felt the tremors in my cock, but fuck me if they were from Morgan.  “Get out.  I want to be alone.”
    She stepped out with pursed lips and slammed the door.  I didn’t wait to see if she got in her car safely, she wasn’t mine to worry about, so I rolled out over the gravel drive and pulled onto the main road, tossing the full condom out of the window.  Out of guilt, I’d end up texting an apology later, but she knew how messed up I was and she expected me to be a detached piece of shit to her, she got off on it.
     I tried focusing my eyes on the painted traffic lines that glided quickly beneath the hood of my truck as I drove purposefully in the middle of the street.  Chuckling to myself, I turned off my headlights and sailed into the darkness, taunting death to meet me head on.  Pressing my foot down lower, I increased my speed, wondering to myself if other people ever did this .  Played with death, such as I did.  I’m sure there’s a fucking fetish club for it that I could find online. 
    Unfortunately, I got home unscathed.
    I ran right to my computer, opened a new document, and thoughtlessly titled it Green-Eyed Woman .  My blood and soul poured through my fingers as they moved across the keyboard, raw and angry, chilling.  The setting is a dinner party in a small quaint mobile home.  Sprays and splashes of red wine and blood crashed violently against its cream colored walls as the massacre begins.  The beautiful girl stared with wide green eyes as the world turned crimson around her, but she’s not scared.