by Dark Angel
“Jeremy!” I cry out with a strangled little sound.
Merciful, he starts to work my clit faster, and my body thrusts into overdrive. My ass squeezes around his cock and my clit twitches beneath Jeremy’s fingers, my pussy spraying so much cum at the orgasm I’m finally reaching. The heat flooding my body all courses out of me, a surging rush of desire evacuating me and making it feel like a shockwave is going off within me.
Jeremy’s other hand runs down the length of my back and then smacks my ass, making me tremble more at the sensations from his cock impaled so deeply in me, my oversensitive clit, and then his hand on my ass. The pleasure reverberates through my body, and I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip, a low moan escaping my throat.
“On your knees,” Jeremy says, pulling his cock out of me so suddenly that I gasp, but I react to his words instantly and instinctually.
My body moves, wobbly to all fours and then off the bed in an instant. My knees are pressed against the floor, the bed behind me and him standing in front of me with cock, dripping in our cum, before me.
Grabbing me by the hair again, he holds my head in place and drives his cock all the way in, only stopping when its tip is pressed tight against the back of my throat. He holds it there for a second or two, and then slides back out, but just so that he can slide in again. Thrusting, he fucks my mouth at a gentle pace, his cock rolling between my lips like a piston. I swallow up the taste of our cum and his cock deep inside my mouth and suck greedily, wanting to taste us together like this with him so deep in my throat. My lips tighten around his cock and my cheeks are sucked in tight as I can manage. I massage his shaft with my tongue and I squeeze the tops of my thighs for some release of the erotic tension coiling inside me with my fervent lust.
I moan, the sound of it rising in my throat and vibrating through his cock, and then I just let my eyelids droop and surrender to the pulsing pleasure inside me. He keeps on fucking my tight mouth until a sudden spasm takes over his cock. For a moment, I think he’s going to cum again and let me swallow him, but something in the air changes and I know that Jeremy has something else in mind. He takes a deep breath, holds his cock deep inside my mouth, and then just slides it out. My jaw is a little sore as his cock springs free, and I open my eyes again to try and figure out just what he’s up to, though I’m sure it will involve me and his cock. Still, you can’t blame me for a moment of greed. I crave this man more than I do water or air. I need him fucking me all the time, as much as possible.
Jeremy lifts me back up to my feet, and I can’t help but gasp as he does it because I feel light as a feather when he carries me around and positions me how he wants me. It makes me feel at once cherished and like his perfect, filthy sex object. I adore both sensations. Jeremy’s hands go down my waist and he flips me back around, bending me over.
His cock lines up at my entrance again, and his hands grab my arms. He holds them, I realize, to get leverage as he fucks into me so hard that I start literally screaming. The intensity and depth of his thrusts is so intense that, matched with the speed and force of how he’s fucking me, I think I might black out if he continues. I don’t care if I do. My pussy is weeping, and I don’t know if I have ever been so wet before in my life. I’m clenching my muscles around him, almost desperately clinging to his cock as it plunges in and out of me. I need to be able to hold onto him, but every exit does make the next entrance of his cock that much sweeter.
I start pushing back as best I can, trying to get more. If that’s even possible, I won’t find out, because Jeremy’s legs slam into mine.
“Not now. I’m in control of your body. Of your pleasure,” Jeremy says in a low, sensual voice that I practically feel vibrate on my clit. His voice is enough to send me over the edge when I hear it, and the way he’s fucking me and taking charge only makes me that much hotter.
His cock strokes against my most sensitive spots, furiously sliding into me again, and it pushes me over the edge.
“Jeremy, fuck, fuck, I’m coming!” I cry out, gasping lungfuls of air in staccato time with the way his cock is pistoning me.
“That’s right, baby, come all over my cock,” Jeremy growls. His fingers dig into my skin and he pumps even harder. The pressure is sharp but deeply erotic, and more intense than anything I have felt in my life. The orgasm takes over my whole body, sliding all around my insides and filling me up with heat. It feels like a spin cycle of desire, coursing and swirling through my body and stirring up my lust, driving me higher and higher with pure bliss.
My whole body is covered in sweat, shaking, and the whole room smells like sex.
“I think we know the best weapon of all,” Jeremy says with a laugh.
But he stops laughing when his cock starts jerking inside me. He pulls out, flipping me back over, and comes a gallon of cum; he sprays his cock all over my tits, down my pussy, and I spread my legs and he sprays jets of cum onto my thighs until I’m coated in a white sheet of his lust.
“Fuck, you look so hot covered in my cum, Carrie,” Jeremy says.
I run my fingers between my breasts and down my pussy, swirling up some of the cum and then scooping it up with my fingers. He watches me, appearing mesmerized, as I bring it to my lips and lick them clean of his cum. “What about when I lick up your cum?” I ask him, affecting my most innocent voice.
“Baby…” Jeremy says.
I shiver at how he says that. I know he likes it, but something in the rough timbre of his voice that made it sound like he was a man not quite holding on? It turns me on even more. I dip my fingers lower and run my fingers through my pussy, coating my fingers in my creamy cum and then getting more of Jeremy’s cum on my fingers. I bring it up to my tongue, which I stick out, and lay it on there.
“Kiss me and taste us,” I tell Jeremy.
The dark promise in his eyes tells me that he wants this. He leans down and kisses me, tasting us melded on his tongue, and it does something to me.
I take this opportunity to pounce him, flipping him over on the bed and wrapping my thighs around him. I’m dripping with all the hot cum he sprayed all over me, and my thighs are sticky with my own cum, but Jeremy’s covered in sweat and more than a little of my cum and his. We’re both the aftermath of incredible lust that we’ve shared today.
Breaking our kiss for air and to mix up more of our cum, I consider his face carefully as I say, “I think trust is the most dangerous weapon.”
“You’re absolutely right, Carrie. Baby, I trust you more than anything. You’re my life. You’re my everything,” Jeremy says, pulling me tight against him and licking up my fingers, sucking them clean. “I want to share my whole world with you, and make it yours. We can have anything, do anything, you realize this?” He looks at me expectantly.
I cock my head to the side and curl up against his chest. His arms wrap around me.
“The truth…” I say, and my voice actually trembles a little. “I hadn’t considered much more I wanted than you, Jeremy. I think about the future now and I know more than just wanting you, I want our life. I want what I know our life can be. You give me hope, and trust.” I look back up at him. “You’re my whole world,” I say, and I press my lips against his softly.
Now, Jeremy’s cock slides into my pussy slowly. It is gentle and intimate, but I’m also sore and sensitive from everywhere he has already fucked me. It is so intense, even though it is slow as I ride him and he thrusts gently into me. Our kisses aren't deep but constant, our lips unable to stay off of each other.
I moan into his mouth, and I start to thrust him just a little bit harder. A little bit more. We aren’t fucking hard, we’re actually making love. I know that sounds cheesy, but Jeremy’s hands are running through my hair, rubbing up and down my back, and this is like the most romantic moment of my life. I feel like every major experience in my life is connected to Jeremy and this moment where nothing is truly happening is one of them. I feel like a free, new person. With Jeremy, I am the person that I want to be, the pe
rson I can’t be, and the person I am becoming all at once. So I kiss him deeper, ride him with longer strokes, and savor this perfect moment as long as I can.
For what seems like forever, we kiss and cuddle and fuck like this and I want to live in this moment. Jeremy’s breathing, his heartbeat, they all sync up with body, and my clit is twitching with his cock.
“Baby, I want to come inside you while I hold you like this,” Jeremy whispers against my ear. His lips press against my ear in a gentle kiss.
“I could melt into this moment forever,” I say, and suddenly, the orgasm that washes over me is like something else entirely. It coasts through my body on every level like warm bubbles surging through my blood and making me feel contented, at peace, and so happy.
“Me too, my sweet Carrie,” Jeremy says, and I feel his cock jerk within me and his cum and my cum start to flow together inside me, filling me up and dripping down our bodies. I kiss Jeremy harder, laying against his chest, and he pulls me against him, tighter, and we stay like this for I don’t know how long. I remember falling asleep and everything fading away into perfect, contented bliss.
Carrie
Jeremy's letting me drive his Bentley since we are on the way to my parent's house. I can't believe what we're about to do and an anxious sense of anticipation and adrenaline is pumping through my veins. Finally, I will be able to close the door on the past and to put it all to rest. No more classmates, no more parents. Everyone who has ever tormented me in my life will be dead and I'm not just happy about it, I'm elated.
I'm driving fast, enjoying the privilege of being with Jeremy, the man I love. The whole experience is so intense that it's tough to describe. Every part of me is awake. I can see the turns in the road before they arrive, I can hear the beat of Jeremy's heart and it's pretty in sync with my own. I can feel the minuscule drips of sweat that drop between my breasts as my body temperature heats up at the thrill of it all. Everything is heightened and I feel lighter than air. I feel as though this is my destiny. I've finally found my place, my home, in Jeremy and now I've found my purpose.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah. I'm excited."
He places his arm around my shoulder in a loving squeeze to reassure me. It helps. I'm excited of course, but also the thought of seeing my parents has my stomach in those old familiar knots, where I dread what abusive thing they will slur my way. If it wasn't for them maybe I'd have grown up normal. But as it is I was damaged goods, so abused and betrayed by the people who were supposed to love me. It is only Jeremy who has resurrected me from the past into this present moment where I am finally able to be who I really am.
The car flies down the highway and finally we arrive at the old familiar house I grew up in. It screams new money and it still has those ostentatious lion statues adorning the driveway. This place might be worth a fortune, but man is it tacky. I've always thought so.
I meander the car down the long driveway. We arrive and Jeremy opens the car door for me. We are equipped with our weapons, ready to take this on. He gives me a supportive nod before I ring the doorbell.
"Oh, Carrie!" My mother answers with her fake, high-pitched voice. "Honey, you'll never guess who has just arrived. It's Carrie honey, and she's brought a boy."
"Hi mom," I say begrudgingly. I feel like a child again as soon as we enter, though the feel of my Lapis blade beneath my coat pocket brings me back to the point. Thinking of it gives me strength.
"This is my friend, my, um boyfriend."
"Jeremy," he says finishing for me and taking my mom's bent wrist. She's taking in his gorgeous face and chiseled bod I know. She's sizing him up and there's nothing small about Jeremy.
"Oh, hello. Are you the asshole who kidnapped my daughter?"
Jeremy smoothly avoids the question. He's getting a taste of what I've had to live with. And he's sizing her up too.
My dad enters the black and white foyer. There's ghastly marble everywhere and the sight is too familiar.
"So, you've decided to come home, have you? Do you have any idea how much money you cost us by skipping out on those interviews? No one cares now. It's all over. You lost our chance for fame. I'm not even sure why you're in this house." Only then does he notice Jeremy who has a carnal look on his face, Jeremy’s eyes looking at me with longing. It makes me feel erotic and as though I can stand up to these two people, my lifelong headaches.
With one quick movement, Jeremy has my dad against the floor in a choke hold. My mother screams and it echoes off of the massive, marble floors and walls. Her scream reverberates throughout the entire empty house. No one can hear. Not for miles. Jeremy is just choking my dad and finally, he slams his head against the floor and my dad is out ice-cold. My mother is frantic now but I calmly watch her. It's great to see her squirm for once, unsure of her future. She's crying and yelling.
"Shut the fuck up for once, mother."
Jeremy smiles at me and he rises from my dad, the heap on the floor. He pulls him into the nearby sitting room and I point my revolver at my mother's back. She is crying miserably.
"How could you, Carrie? But you're my little girl. You know that. I love you."
"Oh really?" I force the gun against her back and push to where my dad and Jeremy are. "You know that's the first time you've ever said it? Do you think I believe you now after all these years of isolation and abuse? No! It's too late."
My veins are pumping blood. I feel exhilarated. This is happening. I am about to be rid of what's been plaguing me. The man I love is coming to my ultimate defense. He ties up my mother and father together. My dad finally becomes conscious again. He stutters and spits, trying to uncover what's happened.
"Carrie? What is this?"
"Shut up, father. I hate you both and I won’t miss either of you or your fake bullshit when I end you.”
My mother sobs and Jeremy slits her throat without another word. My dad looks on, horrified.
"No, no. Carrie this can't be happening. You've got it all wrong. Everything we did we did for you."
My mother's gone now and the feeling of that elates me. Jeremy is letting me take the lead. My dad is trying to barter for his life, "Carrie come on. You'll go to prison. You don't want that to happen, do you? We can get out of this right now, together. I won't tell a soul."
"It's too late, dad. There's nothing you can do. You sealed your fate throughout all those years where you would just punish me for not living up to your shallow expectations. You were horrible parents and now you're going to pay."
"No one will believe you," he stammers.
"Oh, father you've got this all wrong. It's going to be a murder/suicide/arson. Do you see?"
He is terrified of my mother’s body, bleeding out, tied against him. He's getting desperate.,
"Come on Carrie, honey."
"Don't call me that. You've never called me honey before, don't use it now. You've never said a kind word to me"
"You'll get caught, sweetie, come on. Please! I'm begging you here."
"No dad, I'm not the one with money troubles. You are."
"What? It isn't true. It absolutely is not true."
"It is now," Jeremy replies. "We've made sure of that."
I catch his eyes and they're glimmering with hopeful abandon. He's into this and so am I.
"And, father, there's mom's diary of your abusive and erratic behavior. Good thing it's in the fireproof safe because it's about to get hot in here."
With one final look of terror from my father's wretched face, I take my revolver and shoot him in the head.
It's over and it felt so good. Jeremy's beaming with pride. He kisses me passionately.
"Your first kill."
"My most important one."
We torch the house and it's all over...at last.
Jeremy
I'm standing in her parent's kitschy house and I feel bad for all of the years that she had to spend here, in tasteless surroundings. I imagine the suffering they inflicted on her by way of ve
rbal insults and general debasement. Her tender feelings must have been warped in misery. I'm sad to think of it but she's coming off her first kill and I'm impressed to have seen it. She put her offenders at bay and she didn't even seem to flinch. These were her parents for God's sake. I didn't think she had it in her but I'm so delighted that she accepted my plan and that we were able to execute it. Seeing her come to the dark side and to accept it has me overrun with emotions. I am grateful that she did it, she accepted my plan to kill her parents and by extension she accepted me.
This fills me with a fiery passion that I cannot contain. I want her even more now. I was sure that I'd be too much for her, that she could never rise to the occasion but she did so perfectly. Now I know for sure that she is my soul mate. We are so alike and we compliment each other perfectly. I never really thought that she could come to accept and even love me for who I am. I knew she wanted me for my body, my looks, maybe even my wealth, but never did I dare to hope we could come together at this level. My depth and shady nature have not scared her off, in fact, she's found those places within herself. Now we can ascend to new heights, now that I know how far she can go. I will push her to limits that will astound her and we will have fun doing it. Right now, I can tell she is riding the high of what just happened. She must have been aching for it her whole life in some unknown part of her soul. If only I'd known earlier who she was and how decrepit her situation had been, I'd have fixed it. I hoped and preyed that somebody was out there for me who could meet me at this level and she was there, I found her. But I feel her rage when I think of her being mistreated. Finally we have tied up all the loose ends and anybody who hurt her is gone. Now we can start fresh with a clean slate. I can tell the nature of the kill is sending adrenaline to all parts of her body and I want to help her release that. We have an unspoken desire to cement our love right here at the scene of the crime. There's nothing to cover up because we're going to torch the place. I take her hand in mine and kiss it.