by Bella King
“Thank you,” I tell her softly, looking up at her lovely figure in the brash light of the cheap bulb in the bathroom.
“You’re very welcome, Flint, but I should be the one to thank you,” she says.
“For what?” I ask, thinking of all the times I harassed her and put her down. I hardly feel worthy of thanks.
“For fighting off Edyth and those girls,” she replies, giving me a funny look. “You saved me.”
I shrug. “It’s nothing.”
“No, it’s not nothing. It’s something, and it’s something important. I don’t think you’re as rotten as you try to come off,” she says.
“I don’t try to be rotten. It’s in my blood,” I reply.
“Don’t try me, Flint. What I’m saying is, I’d like to have you on my side.”
I look into her eyes. She’s been nothing but good to me despite all the shit that I’ve said and done to her. I wouldn’t mind having someone like her on my team, but I’d have to change. I can’t keep acting out and being like everyone else at Blackstone High. Maybe it’s time I take steps toward a better future. It’s what I wanted, after all.
“You know, I’d really like to go to school to work on cars. There are a few places around here I’m going to apply for an apprenticeship at,” I explain, standing up from the toilet. “I don’t know if you plan on sticking around here, but I’d like to see more of you, even after graduation.”
She smiles, but there is sadness in her eyes. “I’m going to leave Blackstone,” she says, “but I don’t want to leave you.”
My heart skips a beat and my head feel hot, like I’ve been placed in an oven preheated to 400 degrees. I don’t want Amber to go, and I’m only just realizing how strongly I feel about her. I don’t want to lose her. I can’t allow her to go.
“You should come with me,” she says. “That is, if you want to.”
“I do,” I blurt, internally kicking myself for sounding overly eager.
Amber’s smile replaces my embarrassment. “I really like you, Flint.”
“I could say the same, but I don’t know you as well as I would like to,” I reply, stepping toward her. All of the sudden, we’re back where we were at the trailer park, right in front of Blake’s trailer before we were interrupted. My lips are nearly touching Amber’s and my hand finds her waist.
“The house is empty, you know,” she says, her eyes flickering with feverish delight.
“Where is your bedroom?” I ask in a deep grumble.
“Upstairs.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Amber
Flint’s hands are all over me before we’ve even gotten to the bedroom. After having to wait all this time to finally have sex, I can’t say I blame him. The tiny hairs across my body have risen in what feels like permanent arousal, and my heart hammers in my chest at a thousand beats per second. I’m going to have him now or I’m never going to have him.
This is it.
“Get in the bed,” Flint growls, throwing me across the room toward my small bed in the corner. He slams the door shut behind him, already tearing at his shirt to remove it. It seems nothing will stop him from taking me now, and that’s exactly what I want. Both of us are fed up with waiting.
I bite my bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood. It’s still bruised from the beatings I received at school, but I revel in the pain now. My brain is warped from the punishment, and now I crave it. Blackstone High has changed me.
Flint throws his shirt across the room, charging toward me while undoing the button on his too-tight jeans. I would take my clothes off, but with how quickly Flint is approaching me, I doubt I’ll have the time to before he rips them off of me.
He climbs onto the bed, stepping out of his jeans and throwing them to the floor. His cock is sticking out like a flagpole in his boxers, as stiff as a board and as thick and long as they come. I’m impressed, but I don’t have the chance to say it. Flint is all over me in an instant, moving his hands over my body.
I roll my eyes back in my head, letting him have at me as my panties get wet once again. With how many times I’ve been turned on only to be denied release, I’m sure my orgasm is going to rip the soul straight out of my body tonight. I’m glad nobody else is home because I tend to be vocal.
Flint runs his hands down to my skirt as his fiery hot lips touch mine. The warmth of them feeds me with a comfort that I never thought possible. I’ve been so desperate for love since my parents’ divorce that I’ve felt cold inside. I don’t know if it was Flint’s intention to provide that warmth of love to me, but I feel it and there’s no way I’m saying no to it.
Flint squeezes my thighs, working his way up to my panties with a squeeze every inch. His fingers sink deep into my skin, massaging my tired muscles and sending more blood pumping toward my pussy. I’m swollen for him, ready and willing to have his thick cock inside of me. I need him more than he knows.
A wicked bolt of pleasure strikes me like a whip as Flint’s fingers press into the soft spot between my legs. He wastes no time in increasing my pleasure, rubbing the damp fabric with two fingers as he continues to kiss me. His lips press harder on me as he rubs faster.
I moan into his mouth, hearing my own muffled voice in his throat through the vibrations. It only turns me on more to hear myself moaning like this, like I’m nothing more than a whore to his bidding, like I’m so consumed by pleasure that my IQ has dropped off into the depths of some infinitely deep ocean, never to be found again.
I’m dumb for him. I belong to Flint.
One of Flint’s hands tears my shirt open, dipping down into my bra and squeezing my breast hard as his other pushes my panties to the side to access the syrupy wetness between my legs. I pull away from his lips to catch my breath, moaning loudly as his fingers graze my clit. Even the slightest touch drives me wild.
“Give me your cock,” I demand, reaching my hand toward his boxers and pulling the fabric.
Flint smirks, his strong jaw clenched tight in concentration as he twirls his finger on my clit and pulls his cock from the prison of thin fabric that he has caged it in.
I’m hit with a wave of new excitement when I see it in all its veiny splendor. It’s not like I’ve never seen a penis in person before, and watched a few porn videos out of curiosity, but Flint’s is literal perfection. Every detail, every vein, and every curve is perfect, like the blueprint of the world’s first truly flawless man. I’m starstruck by his cock and it isn’t even inside of me yet.
I don’t want to wait, either. I want him deep inside of me, stretching me all the way to my limit with his massive manhood. I want him to take me like he owns me. I want him to use me for his pleasure, pumping his hot semen into my depths, ruining me for any other man. I want to be his, and his only. I’m obsessed with him.
I would pause to admire Flint’s cock, but I’m too wrapped up in the moment to wait. I wrap my hand around it, surprised by the heat that radiates through my skin. It seems to warm my whole arm, like a furnace of seductive fire. I tug the soft skin over his hardness and look up to observe his reaction. It’s an enjoyable one.
Flint’s face in contorted in the most powerful display of pleasure that I’ve seen on a man. It makes me about ten times hornier, which is a big accomplishment seeing how turned on I am already. His eyebrows are leaned back across his hazel eyes and the sun from my window exaggerates his already strong facial features as they twist in sexual delight. He’s like a god and I’m his queen here to crown him.
I pull my skirt up to help Flint, welcoming him between my legs. My eyes lock with his in the most engaging gaze I can muster. I look deep into him, all the way into his soul, communicating things that words fail to express. I need him now.
He gets the picture. I would be hard not to with the way I’m looking at him. Flint’s eyes move down to my pussy. I look down at it with him, realizing just how dripping wet I’ve become. My juices have infiltrated the fabric below me on the bed. I’m going to have to change
the sheets after this.
Flint pushes me down onto the mattress and pulls my panties off with both hands. The fabric twists around my ankles, but he pulls them hard, tearing the lace to get them off of me. He could destroy all of my fine clothing and all I would have to say to him was to fuck me one more time.
The lips between my legs part at the prod from the head of his cock. The swollen apparatus pushes past the sticky wet exterior into the hot inside. He lets out a deep rumbling groan as he enters me. It’s all I can do not to yell from the sheer intensity of his entry. My gates have been breached and my castle will crumble in seconds from his girth.
I clutch the sheets, holding myself in place as he thrusts for the first time. Like poison snaking its way up to my heart, the pleasure rises. It bubbles over quickly, spilling out into every bone in my body, wrapping itself around me so tightly that I can barely breathe. I’m certain I might die from the pleasure, but what better way to go than underneath the man of my dreams?
I’ve never felt a rush like this, not when I was getting beaten, shot at by the owner of the corner store, or facing Mike. It’s an addictive feeling, like shooting something illegal into my veins, but without the destruction. It’s pure bliss with no hangover, delightful agony, and overwhelming release, like letting go of a floating device in the middle of the ocean. I sink into the depths of Flint’s ocean as I succumb to the strong pull of the waves.
Flint pushes in and out with such ferocity and vigor that I’m rubbed into the sheets with hot friction. I try to stay in one place, but it’s impossible. My breasts bounce out from my bra as a bead of sweat drips from Flint’s face. He looks like he’s about to cum, but I’ll beat him to it.
I arch my back, offering myself up to him more as the tingle of an orgasm turns into a firecracker of explosions inside of me. It radiates from my bones, pulsating and throbbing through my pussy and legs. It’s such sweet release that I almost forget to remind Flint not to cum inside of me.
I’m not on birth control!
“I’m going to cum,” Flint groans, thrusting faster. His body tenses up.
“Cum on my face,” I blurt, not wanting him to finish inside of me and get me pregnant. The thought is sexy as hell, but I’m not prepared for such dire consequences.
Flint takes me up on my offer. I don’t know a single man who wouldn’t want to blast across a woman’s face. I’ve never done it before, but I figure there’s no time like the present to try something new. I smile, closing my eyes as Flint pulls out and lets loose over me.
His hot cum shoots from the tip of his cock, covering my stomach, neck, and face in warm wetness. I feel dirty taking it like this and that only makes it better. I want to be as dirty as possible for Flint.
I lick my lips, tasting the semen that lands on my bottom lip. It’s an unusual taste, but not bad. I open my eyes, letting the cum drip from my chin onto my breasts as I look up at Flint. I love being like this for him. I want him to get hard again just from the sight of what he has done to me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Flint says, smiling so wide that his eyes crinkle closed.
“That’s you,” I say, pointing to him.
“No, you,” he replies.
“I guess we can both be beautiful. How about that?” I suggest.
Flint shrugs. “Sounds good to me, but you’ll always be more beautiful.”
I laugh. For the first time since moving to this hellhole of a town, I feel good about myself. Despite the suffering, the pain, and the bullying, my life is starting to look better from where I lay. I could it not when I’m staring up at the literal definition of masculinity.
My life is on the road to recovery.
Epilogue
Amber
I squeeze Flint’s large hand before he steps onto the stage. He’s directly in front of me in line, waiting for his name to be read by the principal of Blackstone High. We’re both cloaked in black and silver robes, impatient and nervous for our turn on the graduation stage. My mother is somewhere in the audience, but I don’t know where. It doesn’t matter.
“Flint Anderson,” a croaky voice says into the microphone at the center of the stage.
“I love you,” I say, giving Flint’s hand one last squeeze before he goes.
“I love you too,” he whispers back, squeezing my hand and then letting it go. He walks toward the elevated stage, jumping up the small wooden steps onto the cloaked black stage with the principal and vice principal of our high school.
His stride is confident, bordering on cocky, as it should be. He has a lot to be proud about.
I watch with a goofy smile on my face as he approaches the principal. Flint reaches out a muscular arm to shake hands with him and receive his diploma. There are still small white scars on his forearm, showing under the bright stage lights. Those are from the attack that resulted in the arrest of Edyth and several of her cheerleading squad.
They aren’t here at the graduation ceremony today. They were expelled shortly after the incident, and Edyth brother was sent back to jail for violating his parole. Apparently, trying to attack a young woman isn’t looked at too kindly by authorities, and the number of eyewitnesses sealed the deal for him.
I haven’t the least bit of sympathy for him or his sister. They’re all a menace to society, and my life is a thousand times better without them. It’s just me and Flint against the world, and I kind of like it that way.
We’ve worked out some pretty awesome plans for once the summer is over, with him joining me at college for a special auto-mechanics program. It was easy for him to get a grant for the program, and my father slipped me a bit of money when I reached out to him to cover my costs. We’re getting out of Blackstone for good, but not before we have one hell of a summer together.
There’s nothing but love in my heart as Flint accepts his diploma and steps down at the other side of the stage.
I straighten up in anticipation of my name being called. The last thing I want to do is trip over these ridiculously long graduation robes and crack my head open when I’ve managed to survive Blackstone High thus far. It would be a shame.
“Amber Lowell,” the principal croaks, sounding like he needs a bottle of water and a cough drop for that awful smoker’s voice. I’m pretty sure he smokes two packs a day, and that’s only when we’re at school. There’s no telling how many of those cancer sticks he’s sucking down once he gets home.
Speaking of which, Flint kicked the habit a month ago. I can’t say I really minded it that much, but I’m glad that he’s coping with his problems in a healthier way. Plus, we’re saving money that way, and we’re definitely going to need it going forward. The road will be tough, but we’re strong from what we’ve been through. I know we can do this together.
I step up the wooden stairs, feeling them bend slightly against my weight. It’s a wonder they didn’t snap in half when Flint walked up them, but then I remember that he skipped right up them without stepping on most of them.
Even without skipping steps, I make it up alive. I don’t envy the person coming after me, a rather large young man who breathes heavily when he walks down the hall. I want to turn around and warn him, but I’m sure he’ll figure it out. They really should’ve built those things sturdier.
I look out toward the crowd, hoping to see a familiar face amongst the hundreds of parents waiting for their graduating child to walk across the stage. I spot my mother close to the rear, a proud smile on her face. Things between us got better after she met Flint and realized that not all men are assholes.
To be fair, most of them are, but I have a special one.
I give her a small wave as I walk toward the principal. The sweat in the back of my high heels that are a size too big irritates my sole, rubbing a blister in the back of it. The first thing I’m doing as a newly graduated student is taking these damn shoes off. I was tempted to walk on stage barefoot, but it would be on video and I’d rather not have to explain that when the scene eventually reaches my fath
er.
Nurse Latisha is sitting near the front of the crowd with the rest of the teachers and faculty of the school. Her smile is as bright as the dandelions growing outside my trailer, and it instantly makes me feel more confident. She always told me to stand up for myself, and here I am. I guess she was right.
My hand feels tiny inside of the principal’s firm grip, but nothing compares to Flint’s steady hands. They’re like magic, and they make me feel whole. I shake the principal’s hand smiling out into the crowd.
I’ve done it.
I’ve beaten the odds, and my life is moving ahead as planned.
I’m ushered off stage to make room for the next student, and I meet with Flint. Most of the students are staying at the school to talk to the teachers and their parents, but Flint and I have different plans.
It took a while to fix my busted-up with the small budget we had, but Flint and I have made it greater than ever. With a lot of hard work, sweat, and plenty of laughs, we managed to complete the project right before graduation.
Now, we’re going to hit the road and drive down to the old creek where Flint used to sleep and fuck each other’s brains out, because why not?
The End.
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Some people say he’s a monster. Others call him a cold-hearted killer.
I call him my husband.
Regret? I’m long past that. I’m totally screwed, and yes, it gets worse from here.
Because I think I’m falling in love with him.
Pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin, and I’m just the right combination of curious and reckless to flip it. What do I have to lose, after all? My city is in shambles, my marriage is dangling by a thread, and people around me are dying. This isn’t the time for rational thought. It’s the time for action.
I might not make it out of this alive, and yet, I can’t help but to fall for the dominant and demanding Russian mafia boss who is twice my age.
