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What the fuck is wrong with me?

Whipped over a girl I haven’t even fucked, let alone spoken any words to. My hand braces on the glass facing the city as the other wraps around my cock. I give it a few slow strokes as I imagine Penelope–on her knees before me, underneath me, on top of me, and her sitting next to me at the dinner table. The last image was what I needed to fall over the edge, ropes of cum covering my hand and the glass in front of me.

I finish up my shower, switching over to cold water, forcing myself to hurry up before I start fucking my hand again at the thought of her.

I get out, drying off with a towel and slipping into my sweatpants, not bothering with boxers. I leave my towel in here, willing to take care of it tomorrow. I walk back into the bedroom to see she’s turned around, now facing my side of the bed.

Going around to my side, I pull the covers up and get under them. I do my best to stay on my side of the bed, careful to not touch her, but tense up when she scoots in closer, not waking up. Slowly, I release the tension that had built up in my body over the course of the day. I don’t move closer, nor do I move further away from her. Enjoying the feeling of her body heat on my side.

I guess there’s a first time for everything, and this is the first time I’ve laid with a girl I’d cum to but hadn’t fucked, yet. I ain’t ever been pussy whipped for pussy I haven’t had. I may be very very fucked. Sighing hard, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, hoping tomorrow I’ll snap out of this trance she has me under.

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Chapter Five

Hope - XXXTENTACION

Penelope

Mommy and I are sitting on the couch, watching Strawberry Shortcake. She’s tickling my sides as I giggle and squeal for her to stop.

All the noise in the little trailer stopped the second a car door slammed outside. Mommy gets up and rushes to turn the TV off, whipping her head back to me. “Penny P, go to your room,” She whispers, and my eyes go wide.

I rush to my room, sliding behind the door the second my father storms into the trailer. The walls rattle from the front door hitting it.

I hear him shout something, Mommy’s cries as the sound of flesh on flesh echoes. It goes on for a long time. I try to muffle the sound with a pillow, my breathing heavy as tears flow down my cheeks.

After a few minutes of silence, I pull the pillow off and peek out of the small crack in the door. Mommy’s on the ground while he’s on top of her. His hands are around her neck as she tries to claw at him, doing anything to try and get out of his hold.

I watch him lift her head, smashing it into the ground as small sobs rip from my throat. His head whips around at the sound of my cries, his eyes almost black.

He crawls off of mommy like an animal, racing towards me on all four limbs, foam in the corner of his mouth.

I scream, pushing my little body as far back in the room as I can.

The house is silent for a few moments before my door creaks open slowly, revealing my father in an almost impossibly low squat position.

Before I can move, he lunges for me.

Everything goes black once his black eyes and foaming mouth reach mine. His hand raised to strike.

I get pulled from my sleep, my eyes shooting open as my heart pounds in my chest. Like having one of those dreams where you fall off a cliff.

I give myself a few minutes to calm down and let my heart regain its normal pattern, knowing at least for now, I’m safe. But who knows how long the peace will last.

Feeling a presence next to me, I look to my left to see a man. The light from the half-open curtains casts shadows onto him, sculpting the lines and ridges of his muscles.

He’s lying on his side, facing me, with stray pieces of hair falling over his face. He looks gorgeous. His eyes are closed, but his eyelashes fan over his cheeks, insanely long. His lips are plump, slightly open as I feel his breath fan my face. One of his arms is stretched under his head and the pillow, the other resting on his lower stomach. He looks so relaxed. I wonder if this is Riot.

I let my eyes linger down as if he’s the Mona Lisa. Following the statures of his body flowing like a curved line. From his face, to his broad shoulders, down to the curves of his abs that the dark and light from the windows cast shadows on. His chest rises and falls rhythmically, and I notice some very nice, hugging sweatpants that leave nothing to the imagination.

This is the first time I’ve thought of a man sexually without being scared out of my mind. It’s like something takes over my mind. Why would I think sexually about the man who I was sold to?

I don’t know.

But it’s like a fuse lights under my skin, the heat flicking at my bones, and the cool of the air clashes with it, causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin.