Crave Part 1

by Shae Sanders

A white wifebeater. Grey sweatpants. The official uniform of men who have every intention of ruining your life. And credit. And walls.

“Come on, shorty,” he said with a grin. “We don’t bite.” Well, that settled it. This negro was dangerous.

And just for the record, you never, ever have to tell me to eat your pussy. When it comes to you, my default mode is to have my face planted between your thighs.”

“I’m going easy on you right now but eventually, I’ma wear that ass out.”

“Yeah, you wanna be mad at me for that shit but you can’t.” He began to fuck me again, harder still. “That pussy is wetting my shit the fuck up, Skye. And pussy don’t lie.”

You don't forfeit the opportunity to fuck your teenage obsession. It's unconstitutional.

I was glad it was out of my reach because I was tempted to duck my head under the water and risk my life to suck him off.

she took my lip with her, biting it hard enough to make a dent before letting it go and licking it to soothe the pain. That was the one. That was the move that made me turn.

“Fuck me right, Skye. And don’t be lazy on the dick.”