Dolls

He slips in through my bedroom window, wet and crying. It's been raining all night. I check my clock, the numbers glowing in the darkness, it's like three in the morning. I'm not surprised to see him. I wake myelf up quickly. I turn my bedside table light on and start peeling his wet clothes off, dropping them on the floor next to us. His teeth are chattering as I lay him down in my bed and snuggle up tightly behind him, drawing the blankets over us like a cacoon. He's still crying, his breath is hitching in his throat tightly and I pull back a little as he coughs.

"Shh, baby." I whisper in his ear. I actually can't stand it when he comes to me crying, because I know it's because of her. I want to slap him and tell him to pull himself together and stop letting that bitch hurt him. She get's off on hurting him. I used to be friends with her, watched her play her games with boys, watched her play her games with me. It hurt, but fuck her, I'm over it.

My fingers slide down his ribs, caressing his stomach, my teeth nipping gently at the nape of his neck. I imagine my nails scraping blood trails down her back. Her face contorting as I bite down on her left breast. I'm suddenly pretty horny, my hand sliding down to grasp his dick. This is why he comes anyway, for the comfort sex. I can hear her panting in my ears, but it's him that's panting as I slide my hand up and down his shaft, slick with pre-cum and rain. I bite his neck, moaning around the flesh, fuck yeah. His arm twists back and I feel fingers against my clit, cold and wet against heated flesh. We're both thinking of her as we cum, and how much we hate her.

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