Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
I wrapped my arms tight around her as my hips rocked into hers, and I fucked into her deep because that’s the only way it seems I can, even knowing how sore she is. Something, her scent, her essence, something tantalizes me so that my head is filled with dreams and visions, things I wouldn’t normally think about.
It’s as if while I was holding her, there was a movie reel playing captions from someone else’s life, but it wasn’t mine. “Ellie!” Compulsion! I have no idea why I called her name; what had I intended to say? Her arms came around me tentatively as if she were afraid to touch me. For a split second in time, just a fleeting moment, I had the thought that being inside her was the best feeling in my life.
But it was more than that. Those feelings, they felt almost ethereal, as if they were somehow a part of me and still not. As the confusion warred inside my head, her pussy drew me in, sucking at me like a mouth as if trying hard for something. What? What could she want with my...?
I didn’t show my anger this time. I’ve been wrong about a lot of things so far; no more jumping to conclusions; I’m going to figure this out, figure out why she seems to be two people, and just what the hell has been going on in that house at night?
The rain finally stopped, and I pulled my shirt on over her head to protect her from the chill in the air. I might be a bastard, but I can’t see myself mistreating a woman I’d just fucked, no matter how mad I am. When we made it back to the house, she disappeared behind her bedroom door like a scared little mouse. I didn’t mind, though, because I was preoccupied with unanswered questions.
I locked the door to my room and pulled up the video I’d compiled of what I’d caught from the night before. I watched every frame, listened for every sound, and still, I couldn’t find the answers. Then I concentrated on her, only her and the way she looked up at me while I was inside her face to face. The way she moved with me.
Even the looks of pain and sometimes agony on her face when I dug too deep, especially when I take her from behind. That light in her eyes, who is it for? I mean, it’s me she’s with. But a ‘me’ who has no recollection of any of it. Not even a flash of memory to say I know how it began and how it ended.
There it is, the way she takes my seed. Why would she let me cum inside her like that? Time and again. And if I was the one who had her damn near bedridden, how long has this been going on? How long have I been planting my seed inside her without protection? Something else that’s totally against me in every way. I’ve never had sex without a condom. I’ve never trusted any woman enough to take the chance.
But it’s obvious as I watch the screen, as I catch glimpses of my cock each time it slides out of her on an outward stroke, no matter what position I had her in, and there was definitely nothing but skin. I don’t like where my mind is going, but what else am I supposed to think? And why am I questioning myself all of a sudden?
Because I’ve never been wrong about anyone; it’s a gift. It’s one of the reasons why I’d had such a hard time with what had gone on here a year ago. There was still so much about the situation that I’d refused to look at. I was too mad and hurt to even try. But now that my mind is going all over the place with this confusion, there are some glaring holes in my first theory.
For one, I could’ve sworn grandpa was trying to hook me up with her when he called me home that time. I’d catch him smiling at the dinner table at how well we were getting along. He’d even suggested we take walks in the evening sometime. So why would the two of them have been fooling around?
Why would the grandfather who’d loved me my entire existence betray me like that? And her, Ellie, had my first impression really been wrong, or was I wrong now? And what about now? What exactly is it that’s going on here at night? Is it, in fact, some kind of sleepwalking phenomenon? And if so, what’s her excuse? Why has she been letting me use her like that? I looked toward the screen where she was crying out as I drove in her. The look of sheer bliss on her face, who is it for?