BlaireZach looked at me with a shocked and confused expression on his face.“Baby girl…” he breathed.“Shut up!” I said, and then I leaned forward, my face descending toward his, and I mashed my lips against his.It took him about three seconds to react, to realize what I was doing. Once he got over the shock, I felt his arms circle around me and pulled me in closer. He leaned up and devoured my lips hungrily.He pulled me down to him, causing me to grind on him. Immediately, he turned rock hard under his jeans. I moaned against his lips as I felt the heavy sensation between my thighs as juices started to flow.The seat moved backward as he pressed the button to give us more room. Then he pulled me toward him again and continued kissing me feverishly.He nuzzled my neck. I held on to him for support. I moaned when I felt him suck at the base of my neck. I would be full of hickeys again in the morning, and this time I was actually looking forward to it. Kiss marks were his way of mark

Zach continued to hump me, pressing the base of his cock on my sensitive clit over and over. I lost my breath as I came down from my orgasm, only to be lifted high once again—my third one for the night.“Oh my god, Zach…”I felt more juices escape from my pussy, lubricating my already wet entrance even more. Then I felt the head of his cock in my opening.He stared at me intently. Then he pushed himself in me, as gently as he could. The pleasure I felt was replaced with a tearing pain.“Awww!” I screamed, pulling Zach to me, holding on to him for comfort.“I’m sorry, baby girl,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”Then in one final push that gave me a pain that felt like I was going to be torn in half, he bottomed out on me. For a couple of seconds that felt like a hundred years, none of us dared to move.He propped up on his elbows so he could look at me in the eyes. He smiled at me apologetically. Then he reached up and wiped the tears that rolled down my cheeks.“You’re so fucking tight,” h

Zach.I opened my eyes as soon as I felt the sunrays hit my bare skin. Immediately, as if on instinct, my arms went to the side of the bed. I only felt the firm mattress and the soft bed covers beside me. Immediately, I bolted up from bed, trying to piece together my surroundings and the vivid memories I had of last night.I saw the old bed cover on the floor. I sighed in relief. At least I knew I didn’t just dream last night. It really happened; it had been real. And the evidence of that was on the floor. I remembered she insisted we change the bed covers because it was soaked in our passion juices and her blood—the blood of lost innocence.I walked toward the cabinet to put on a fresh pair of boxer shorts. Then I went to the bathroom, hoping she was there.When she wasn’t, I quickly checked out the bedroom floor again to check if the clothes we wore last night were still there. I was relieved to see that they were. I quickly brushed my teeth and then walked down the stairs to look f

Blaire. The ruthless sound of thunder made me scream. It was nine in the evening. I went down to the kitchen to drink milk before I went to bed. It was right here in the kitchen. I remembered being here with my mother. Lightning struck, illuminating the dim room, followed by the crashing sound of thunder. I was so scared and ran to my mother for comfort. But instead, she pushed me away and used the belt on me. I remembered Zach’s face that day. I saw the exact moment my mother’s belt hit his skin. He took the hit for me. He even tried to smile through it, to assure me he was okay. But I knew he was hurting. Tears rolled down my cheeks without me realizing it. I started shaking in fear. This was my weakness, my fear. Suddenly, I felt arms circled around my waist, and I felt the familiar warmth of Zach’s body against mine. “Baby girl,” he whispered. I turned around and hugged him. “Zachary!” I cried out. “It’s ok

Zach.I watched her beautiful face against my pillows. She slept peacefully. I think she was even smiling in her sleep. And I hoped I was the source of that.I read somewhere that if a phobia was associated with a horrific memory during thunderstorms, replacing it with another memory would help get rid of or at least diminish the effects of the night our mother beat me up thinking I was her.I only intended to comfort her last night. But then, she always had this effect on me. My body ached for her—all the time. One touch was all it took, and I would be rock hard. I was physically attracted to her, that pretty much was obvious. It didn’t matter what clothes she wore, what color of contacts she put on, or what color she dyed her hair. I was sexually attracted to her—hopelessly. There was something primal in the way I wanted her. Many times, I was filled with uncontrollable lust for her.Last night was a first for me. I achieved a