M Y E V E R Y T H I N G

{17}

Tyler and I barely make it to his apartment. It's weird kissing a different man. I haven't had sex in over a year.

"I was going to kill you" he groans.

"Me too" I moan

I slip the gun out of my dress and push into the couch. Little does he know I'm going to kill him. He picks me up and sets me on his bed.

I sit up skipping my dress off. I sit back down and take his belt off, sliding my hand down his pants. Holy. It's big. This is going to be fun. He groans against my lips. He un claps my bra, and pulls it off my chest. I kick off my panties, he watches me while he gets undressed he takes out a condom, rips it open and puts in on. "The curtain is open" I say. "I want everyone to watch. Possive I like it.

He open my legs and thrusts into me. It hurts. Then I melt.

"Tyler I moan"

He goes deeper, harder, faster.

"Fuck"

He is kissing my neck, branding me. I don't like it. I let him anyway.

He finish right away he pulls out, kissing my body. He slides his finger in. Leaving his thumb out to touch anything that brings out a reaction.

I close my eyes and grip the sheets, I'm close.

I scream.

I melt.

He slides his finger out and smashes into me. He speeds up, I scratch his back, he starts shaking, he pulls out. I feel horrible, guilty.

I pull on a shirt and say I'm grabbing water. I close the curtains, grab the gun. I looks down at for a moment. Then I walk into the room. Holy shit I'm doing this.