017 - Purple Mist

BLADE.

“Suck it clean, baby…” I said in a raspy voice.

I was having a raging erection.

I wanted to fuck Althea.

Marking her, plus her clawing my neck with her nails, was too sensual and intimate that it was taking too much of me not to push further.

But I knew I was no gentleman in bed.

After Soledad died, I spent the next couple of months fucking every female I could get my hands on. I was not gentle. With anger in my blood, I couldn’t get satisfaction with simple sex. I fucked hard and nasty — night after night, day after day.

But the lust eventually faded out. I became numb when it came to physical sex that even the wildest partner could never make me want more.

Until I realized I was not engaging in it anymore.

And I was okay with that.

I survived five years of abstinence.

And then Althea came, and her innocence had drawn me back to the raging desire within me.

I couldn’t stop the filthy thoughts in my head about all the ways I wanted to take her. But I knew I would