Free Lily of the Valley by Sarah Daltry

thrust deeply, and she wraps her legs tightly around my waist. I bite on her nipples and she cries my name, but the water drowns out the sounds. I am so angry with her for making me feel like this and I push her harder and harder against the wall of the shower. She bounces up and down on my cock and I explode inside of her in no time. Fuck. Why do I have no self-control?
    “I didn’t come,” she pouts. “Do it again.”
    “I fucking hate you right now.”
    “I don’t care. Do it again.”
    She grabs my cock and tugs on it, but I’m not in the mood. I’m ready to walk away when she says, “Come on, Jack. Get hard. Think about the strawberry princess and that tight little pussy. Think she’d even be able to fit you inside of her?”
    Fuck Alana. It works, because the simple thought of Strawberries naked under me, her pussy wet and hot while I slide in and out of it, makes me fucking wild. I yank Alana out of the shower, drag her back into the motel room, and push her down over the shitty table that probably no one has ever used.
    “Beg for my cock,” I command her. “You only get it if you fucking beg.”
    “Please, baby. Please give me that cock.”
    “No. Not good enough.”
    She looks at me over her shoulder. “Give it to me. Make me come. I want to come.”
    “No.”
    “Fuck you, Jack. You can’t resist me. As soon as you think about that little innocent cunt again, you’re going to lose it and fuck me hard over this table while you imagine doing it to her.”
    Oh, Christ. I grab a handful of Alana’s hair, pull her head back, and slam my cock into her.
    “You’re a bitch,” I tell her and it’s awful. I hate myself for saying it and I hate that she laughs and clenches her pussy around me when I do. I hate that the rougher I am with her, the more she groans in pleasure, and I hate that it makes me love it even more. Finally, I really hate the things I want to do to that sweet girl who can’t even imagine what I’m thinking when I look at her. I want inside that pussy so fucking bad it hurts. What the fuck is wrong with me?
    Alana comes and it’s intense. She screams so loud that I worry someone will call the cops, thinking I’m hurting her. It’s a shitty motel after all, and who knows what kind of shit they see here? Alana is near tears as I slap her ass hard and fuck her until she almost falls over. I pull out, drag her over to the bed, and get back inside of her to finish. She’s still shaking as I come and I let it squirt across her stomach.
    “Thanks, Jackie. You always know just what to do.”
    From behind me, Aaron coughs. Shit. That asshole is still here. I don’t say anything, but get dressed. I nod at Aaron and he follows me to the car. Alana looks at me, a little nervous, but I’m not going to leave her here for good.
    “I’ll be back in a bit.”
    I drive Aaron back to the bar so he can get his car. We don’t say a word to each other. I fucking hate the bastard. After I drop him off, I drive around for a bit. I love Alana, but she knows how to bring out the worst in me. Or maybe, there is nothing but the worst to bring out.

 
    Chapter 8
     
    My grandmother is so happy that I agreed to visit with my father on my way back to school that I almost feel okay with the decision. Until we reach the prison and the familiar sickness returns. I can’t turn around now and say I don’t want to go in, but the sky is steel grey and I wonder why it’s never sunny when I come here. Even the weather hates me.
    She has a hat on, because it’s a prison day, and I don’t have the heart to tell her that she tries to look nice for a group of lowlifes. I feel like somewhere in her head she convinces herself that she looks like she’s going to church or something and that people will think that’s what she’s doing. She seems to believe that if other people assume she’s not the mother-in-law of a killer, then she’s not the mother-in-law of a killer.
    The security check is backed up