Yes!
That is what I’m talking about!
I scream as he pound into me relentlessly, loving every second of it. It’s not long before I feel another orgasm on the cusp of my pleasure “I hope you’re close Beck because I’m not going to last with you squeezing my dick like that” he says straining to hold himself back “I’m coming!” I scream as my orgasm takes hold, wave after wave of pleasure goes over me as I ride out the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
Ok… definitely using the bullet to provoke him again.
With one powerful thrust he follows on closely behind me, filling me up. I have never experienced such an intense orgasm like that before, I felt like I left my body and went to heaven for a little there. Trying to catch our breath we lay there, a mess of limbs, for what feels like hours. My arms and legs feel like noodles, pushing up on his elbows, he gives me the sexist smirk ever “Thought I was in control for a second there, but I’ve got to admit. I like this new bossy you. Makes the sex very interesting” he says on a chuckle “That’s what you get for making me wait this long without it” I say as I wriggle out and walk towards the bathroom. I’m a hot mess right now, and I’m in desperate need for that shower I faked having earlier.
Best. Fake. Shower. Ever.
Chapter Twenty
After that night, Reid isn’t gentle with me anymore, it’s the best decision he’s made ever. Most nights he leave me spent and breathless. It’s been amazing.
We spend our days watching movies and going to the garage to see the guys like a normal 20 year old couple. There has been hardly any drama whatsoever, of course something has to ruin it and pop our little bubble. Reid found the letter from my mum in my bag when I asked him to grab my purse, I’d totally forgotten about it. He couldn’t understand why I hadn’t wanted to open it, I tried explaining that anything she had to say was nothing I wanted to hear, but he was relentless. He thought it would be more evidence against her if it were her confessing more about what she had done. “Do you want me to open it?” he asks me looking at it in my hands “No… I need to do this alone. Would you mind giving me a minuet” I don’t want him here to read her toxic words, because what else is it going to be right? “Ok, ill be downstairs if you need me” he says kissing me on the cheek. After he leaves, I flip the envelope a few times before I finally stop being a wuss and open it.
Becca,
If you actually open this letter I’ll be surprised. Nothing I’ve ever said to you in the past was nice, so why would you want to risk reading a letter written by a monster. I know its cliché writing a letter to apologise after all I’ve done. But that’s what I want to try and do. I don’t want to blame the drink because it was my decision to drink in the first place, but it changed who I used to be. I never wanted children, so when I fell pregnant with you, I blamed you, and for that, I’m sorry. I want to say I was never going to bring you to the house that day even though he had paid me, but I can’t forgive that I walked away and left you to him. I have demons in my head that make my every move and they thrived on your pain and suffering, they always have. I realise this is a shitty apology, but I needed to try. The demons have quietened now I can’t drink, and I can finally see a little clearly.
Just know I am sorry for everything.
I hope you can move on and forget about me once and for all.
Annabelle
Well, that was not was I was expecting. I have to re-read it at least 3 times before I realise that what she’s saying is real, this is who my mum used to be before she started drinking. It’s all too late in my eyes, she can apologise all she likes, I cannot forgive what she did to me.
And I will never forget.
The call came the day after I finally opened that letter, mum had cut her wrists with a plastic knife she had managed to sharpen enough to open a vein. The guards found her the next morning in a pool of her own blood, I don’t feel anything though. All these years I protected her, I took the beatings and the vile words she spoke and I never said a word. But when she left me on the kitchen floor that day to be violated by him, I realised she wants any sort of mum I wanted in my life. If she had just got help for her addiction, things may have been different, but I know now that it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask to be born, she had options to have me cared for, but she chose to punish me for my existence instead. I didn’t shed a tear when they told me, I actually just felt relief.
Relief that she can’t hurt me anymore.
When I told Reid what was in the letter he wanted to know if I believed her, and in truth, I do. When she wasn’t drinking she used to show some sort of compassion, but still never enough to love me.
No one attended her funeral, she had no one. Her parents
