“Dammit.” I grunted lowly to myself.
Using my shoulder, I wiped the sweat that slowly dripped down the side of my cheek as I felt the pinch in my stomach growing tighter. I was dangerously close to busting this fat ass nut.
Feeling her walls suck my dick in deeper while I stroked, I pulled her thick hips more towards me - holding them in place before I plunged my dick deep inside of her for the last time; my nut spilling into the condom as my body now fell on top of hers. Pulling her hair roughly and turning it towards me, I glanced down at Keira’s face, going to peck her lips but instead I stopped myself. Her bright honey brown eyes were now puffy, red and tear ridden. Dried tear lines stained skin of her warm cinnamon brown cheeks.
Was she crying during the whole time I fucked her? I thought to myself, releasing her hair from my grip.
This was what she wanted to do…
Sliding out of her immediately, I pulled up my boxers and my jeans quickly before clearing my throat. I was going to leave. I’m pretty sure I could sneak into the park tonight and find a nice bench to curl up on.
Sure, it may have been freezing - winter was approaching, but I’d be cool for the most part. Wasn’t the first time I’d slept outside in 45 degree weather, and with the path I’ve chosen to go down with my life, I know it probably won’t be the last time.
Sighing deeply to myself, I searched all over her tiny bedroom for my t-shirt. Keira had been calling me the whole time but I tuned her out. I was too caught up in myself at the moment to even pay her any mind.
I just couldn’t understand the switch up.
She begged and pleaded for me to come over, to come help her relive some of her “stress”.
But if she didn’t wanna be fucked - that’s what her big ass mouth should have said. She knows how I am. As many times as she let me spend the night at her place, I’ve never took advantage it - or her, and I’d never do anything like that.
I would never ever do anything to put those kind of thoughts in her head, however the same can’t be said for Keira.
“You’re leaving?” She quietly murmured. Her light irises suddenly darkened while her soft foot steps turned heavy.
She posted herself up against the off white colored wall. Her slender arms quickly folding across her chest. Intently watching my every move like a hawk does it’s pray, she grilled me while I angrily continued to shuffle around her tiny bed room. My shirt still nowhere to be found.
“It’s cold out. You’re gonna freeze.”
Chuckling softly to myself, I exited out of the bedroom and released a breath of relief when I spotted my shirt laying on the cluttered coffee table.
The quicker I get my shit on, the quicker I can go.
I wasn’t going to stay some place where I wasn’t truly wanted.
Walking to the direction of the front door, Keira jumped in front of me. Holding out both hands to balance herself, she used her petite body to guard the door.
Letting my eyes roam over her, I laughed. We both knew if I really wanted her out of the way, the task wouldn’t be a hard one to complete. I could sneeze and the force alone would blow her tiny self away.
“Fuck out my way, girl.” I muttered, continuing to watch her stand her ground.
Moving her black tresses behind her ears, she shook her head no, then wrapped her arms tightly around me.
“MOVE!” My voice boomed loudly after a few minutes. The intent was to get this girl out of my way but instead she did the opposite. She straightened her body up even more against me, trying her hardest to prevent me from leaving.
“I’m not moving, Chris.” Keira stated after she cleared her throat. “You aren’t walking out my fucking home after I say to you what I need to say. You may as well just, sit down.” Laughing loudly at her sudden boldness, I shook my head.
“Keira, I’m not talking to you about shit. First ya ass was crying, now you tryna boss up?” I quizzed, shaking my head some more. “I don’t have time for your childish ass games. Fuck out my way for real.” Mugging Keira hard, I licked my lips quickly before reaching out for her arm.
This bitch was going to fucking move whether she wanted to or not. However what I didn’t expect from her was the hard slap she had laid on the side of my cheek. Widening my eyes, I took a step back to really view the girl who was standing directly in front of me.
The stranger that I was once familiar with had now grown to be even more unknown.
I’ll admit it, I didn’t know shit about her except maybe the way her body worked. What made her eyes flutter, what made her scream my name like it was her favorite song. But right now in this moment it was clear to me - I didn’t know her at all.
“Don’t you EVER fucking put your hands on me AGAIN.” I stated to her coldly, not even realizing that I now had her tiny frame pinned up against the wall.
Dropping her from my grip, immediately she stared up at me with a blank look covering her face.
Speaking flatly through a raspy voice, she let out a low sigh before more tears began to fall down her face.
My hands immediately reached for the door knob and once I got it open, I ran out into the cool fall air New York City had to offer.
Now running to nowhere completely, my mind shut itself down as I felt my heart stop.
She couldn’t be fucking serious.
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