Free Comin' Home to You by Dustin Mcwilliams

and unnecessary action. There were other ways to work off his frustration. Grabbing her petite body in his arms with ease, he carried her into his bedroom. Throwing her on the bed, he removed his tank top and lowered his shorts. The girl was too petrified to move. With a smirk on his face, he ripped off her sweatshirt, then removed a pair of black shorts that he discovered after her long top was off. She made languid attempts at struggling, but despite her present fear, he knew she wanted him inside of her. Very few women could resist his charms and appearance. It was likely that she didn't just come over for meth either. She probably didn’t even care that she would be stabbing her friend Tasha in the back by sleeping with him. There were very few females in the area that were not drawn to his presence.
    He opened the drawer on his nightstand and pulled out a condom. For some reason, he feared receiving a disease from her. She just looked like the type of girl that had been around filth. As he was tearing off the outer packaging, he looked upon the nude body of Jenny May. Just like her legs, her pubic region was freshly shaven, though there were a few shave bumps that he did his best to ignore. Her black bra remained on, but he had no desire of removing it, as her breasts were almost nonexistent. While her figure wasn't what he looked for in a woman, he still felt his loins stir. What aroused him the most was her wide eyes, full of fear and wonder. There was something about having power, especially over a woman that aroused him.
    Even with his mental acumen fully ready, he wasn’t there physically. Noticing he was no longer completely hard, he motioned for the girl to come help him. She raised up and grabbed him in her hands, stroking him rapidly and forcefully.
    Scar looked down upon her with a condom in his left hand. “You do know that name pisses me the fuck off, right?”
    Jenny May shook her head, her little lips quivering.
    “Well...that is my first and middle name. My dad took advantage of Ma being all hopped up on pain killers. Pretty sure he was hopped up on LSD at that time.”
    “Isn't it a song?” asked Jenny May.
    “Yeah. Dad liked it. Came out a good decade or so before I was born.”
    “Did you ever ask them why?”
    “Fuck, of course I did, girl. Dad said once he came off his trip and realized what that birth certificate said, he started calling me Scar. He said it sounded like a real man's name. Made lemonade out of lemons, I guess.”
    Jenny May took a deep breath, drawing in courage. “I think your name is cool.”
    Seeing he was finally hard and wanting to avoid further meaningless conversation, he placed the condom on his cock. He pushed Jenny May back onto the bed and then mounted her, throwing her legs over his shoulders with no difficulty. He expected some resistance when he entered her, but she was extremely wet, and he slipped in with ease. A loud moan came from the girl, though Scar couldn't tell if its nature was one of pain or pleasure.
    Whatever the sound was, it did not deter him from the course. He pumped away at the girl, and whether she enjoyed it or not was of no concern to him. After a few minutes, he grew tired of the position. Scar flipped her over and took her from behind. Her ass was scrawny, and grabbing it gave him no satisfaction. An animalistic growl came from his throat while he relentlessly thrusted into her. The girl's moans became wails. If she was hurting, he didn't care, but he knew that she was enjoying the hell out of it.
    After minutes of effort, he finally closed in on the climax. However, instead of continuing until he came, he pulled out and positioned Jenny May to where she was facing him. Ripping off the condom, he stroked and stroked until a surge of joyfulness hit its peak. He ejaculated onto the girl's lower face and neck, much to her horrified surprise. Each burst of cum caused him to groan sensually, as the girl sat petrified, her eyes wide and