Thirty-seven

Blake came to her that night around 11 sliding between the sheets and into a dream. Mackayla woke much as she had the afternoon he had come to her at the hotel his fingers aleady sliding in and out of her hot tight pussy. He slid into her from behind his seathed cock sliding to the hilt as his eyes silvered nostrils flared and his panting

mouth showed fangs. Blake wanted to force Mackayla to her hands and kness and pound her that way he was that pissed but not that far out of control. She could feel the bottled rage that eminated from him and didn't fully comprehend why.

Blake's thrust were deeper and harder then usual like he was trying to prove something to Mackayla. She didn't like him like this but yet she couldn't refuse him or fight him. He reached down stroking her clit and her climax hit fast and hard. Over the

next two weeks her doubts grew a bit more they went out but he was distant. Blake visited her at her uncles most nights during the weeks and even though the sex was