Free I'm with You by Glenna Maynard Page A

tender flesh between my thigh and center, the razor digs in deep. He slowly slices across my skin. He fights the tears threatening to escape again. And then it happens it hurts, the pain rips through my sensitive flesh. The darkness inside me is being bled out. I can feel it draining from my body.
    A tear breaks through my reserve once more, “mother fucking son of a bitch that fucking hurt.” I grab a hold of his face and push my tongue through his lips. I suddenly feel so free. I can feel him again. The pain is lifted from my chest.
    “You are beautiful Cutter Dawson, so fucking beautiful.” I look into his eyes, and I can’t hold back my desire any longer. I can’t fight it anymore, I want him to try like hell to be mine — to make me his.
    I feel so alive. I feel I could run through a brick wall right now and nothing could hurt me. How can someone I just met understand what I so desperately crave? I need him tonight, and to feel every inch of his skin on me.
    He pushes me back on the bed and returns my kiss. His tongue stretches deep into my mouth. I suck his tongue daring him to go further. I want him right now. I don’t know what it says that I am so fucking hot for him right now. That it turns me on that he can flip on my switch with the swipe of this blade. I don’t want to waste this beautiful moment. The blood is still dripping from my wounds and onto the sheets and it hurts so good.
    My skin is burning but there is another flame between my thighs that is begging to be put out. He grabs the center of my button down flannel and pops it open. He trails his tongue from my mouth to my collarbone, licking my trail of tears. He nips at my neck and continues to my breast s. He rips the white lacy material covering my taught nipples and throws it to the floor. Damn I really loved that peek a boo lace, but I love his mouth sucking on my pebbled peaks more.
    Rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger with one hand, he grabs a hold of my face with the other. Huskily he says, “I am going to show you what it means to really feel me Bella.”
    “I don’t want to be sad anymore Cutter.” My pussy is clinching so tight. I need him to drive his cock into me hard and fast. I want him in me balls deep. “That’s right Cutter make me feel all of you, every delectable, beautiful inch.”
    There is nothing romantic about it when he tears my panties off with his teeth. He grips the top of my thighs and pulls me close to him. I wrap my legs around him in a vice grip and pull him down on top of me.
    He kisses me like tomorrow may never come. And right now in this moment I don’t want it to. Because when tomorrow comes I won’t be able to feel anything again, other than my nightmares. I have been down this road with myself before and once I come down from this cloud Cutter will hate me for making him do it with me.
    “Fuck you are so beautiful.” He runs his hands over my body, exploring all of me. I think he kisses every inch of my skin.
    “That’s real sweet Cutter, but right now I want you to take your clothes off and fuck me until I forget my own name.”
    He quickly undresses; I have to suppress a giggle when he trips over his own feet while taking off his pants. He takes a moment to get a condom from his wallet.
    Harlan crosses my mind for a brief moment but I push the thoughts away and continue to take all that Cutter is willing to give. He drives into me, hard. I am going to pay for this tomorrow; the guy is hung like a horse. I’m not talking the average six or seven inch man; he has to be a good ten inches. I’m not even sure how he is able to fit his massive cock all the way in my tight pussy. Harlan was a good six inches on a good day.
    “Oh g awd,” I cry out. I think he just ripped or tore something — like I just lost my virginity all over again. I mean I guess it could be possible, but he feels too good for me to care. The wounds on my thighs tear back open and begin to leak once more. His sweat