I yanked her up by the hair mid-suck, my fingers twisting deep into the dark strands with a sharp, unyielding tug that pulled her mouth off me in one brutal motion.
The wet pop of her mouth leaving my cock was loud and obscene in the flickering dark, echoing between the shadowed walls. Thick strands of saliva and precum stretched between her swollen, glistening lips and the angry-red, veined head of my cock like glistening webs of sin before they snapped, leaving a messy trail dripping down her chin.
Carrise's eyes widened, but not with fear, with raw, open want, her pupils blown wide in the dancing blue-silver light from the muted television. She thought this was passion. I knew it was punishment, a cruel redirection of the storm tearing through my chest.
Guilt crashed over me like broken glass, shards of ice slicing through my veins and tightening every muscle in my body with a sudden, visceral chill that made my breath catch sharply.
