“She’s in here,” I hear my daddy say. I am in my room from when I was a child. I recognize the yellow bedspread and the stain in the corner by the white wooden door. My stuffed tiger named “Bunny” is propped up against the windowsill, and I suddenly feel the urge to run over to him and squeeze him and cry. I sit on my bed afraid for the man who will inevitably come inside and lay on top of me. They always come and do things I don’t like and laugh and leave. Daddy gets money and buys me a new toy, but I don’t care about the toys, I just want to be left alone. “I told you she’s beautiful.”
It’s not one man, but two. I can’t see their faces, but they are wearing dark clothes and look rich and mean, even though they’re smiling. One sets up a tripod and puts a camera on top of it. He leaves his clothes on. The other is about to take his clothes off but my daddy stops him. “Money first,” he says. “And you stop when I say stop. I told you what you can and can’t do and don’t think I won’t kick the shit out of you if you break my rules in my house.” The man nods, ready to agree to anything. He throws his suit jacket over Bunny and pulls his tie off quickly. He is eager and something in his eyes tells me that he isn’t a good person. No one who comes over to visit me is a good person. Now he is in his underwear, and my daddy stands by my head and tells me to lie down and be still, stroking my hair away from my face. He always stays there the whole time, whispering to me, telling me he loves me, but I don’t believe him anymore. I told him if he loved me he’d stop and he doesn’t ever let it stop. It just happens again and again, week after week, sometimes a lot. The other man stands near the camera and I see a red light on. The man in his underwear lies next to me and begins to touch me and rub himself against me, and I am sinking inside the hole in my bed….
Drake is on top of me and I can feel his bare skin on mine. He is so warm, and I am suddenly cold and pull him closer to me so I can feel his warm body next to mine. He slips inside of me and fills me up and inside so deeply. A few thrusts and I come almost instantly, and he follows a few seconds later. “You are beautiful,” he mumbles in my ear. “From the moment I first saw you, I wanted you.”
I note that my cheeks are wet and hope he doesn’t notice. Stupid Jenna, I think. Grow the fuck up and get over it. He is about to pull himself off of me but I pull him back toward me. “Don’t go yet,” I say. I wrap my legs around his waist and roll so I am on top of him. He is still hard inside of me, and I sit up and begin to grind against him with my hips, making him moan. I pull his hands up to my breasts and he squeezes to the point where the tears on my face increase and have a reason to be there. We take a bit longer this time around, maybe ten minutes of me riding him, but I am back to myself before I slipped away to never-never-again-land. My ass feels completely sore and numb by the time I come but this time it’s much more intense. I feel like my spine fell asleep, numb with pins and needles inside. Drake pulls himself out of me and gives himself a firm stroke and hot white liquid shoots all the way up to my breasts and slides down to my stomach. He pulls me down so I am pressed firmly against him and then rolls me off of him.
“Clean me off,” he says to me. I look around in search of a towel, about to get up and find one. He grabs my wrist to stop me and shakes his head. “Clean me off,” he repeats. “With your mouth.” I smile and nod in understanding and crouch over his sticky stomach, starting close to his chest and tasting him with long strokes using my tongue. I start again, licking him from chest to crotch with a long stroke and see it doesn’t take much to get Drake hard again. He’s fucking insatiable, I think, and I place my tongue against the tip of his cock and lick off the dab of liquid that’s building there and pull my tongue slowly away, building a line connecting my mouth to him. It breaks and I go back for more, placing the head gently in my mouth and letting my saliva drip down the shaft, making him wet. My hand wraps around the base and I push my mouth down and my hand up and make Drake moan. His hand travels to the back of my head and pushes it gently down so my mouth fills with his cock, sliding all the way to the back of my throat and making me gag slightly. I’m not sure why the sound of a girl gagging always gets a guy going, but Drake is no exception.
As my hand slides wetly around the base of his cock my mouth and tongue play with the tip and shaft. Suddenly he pushes my head away and I feel him spurt all over my cheeks, mouth and chin. Now I definitely want a towel, because I somehow doubt Drake is willing to lick his own cum off of my face.