Does It Hurt?

by H.D. Carlton

Some days I’m the ocean. Some days I’m the ship. Tonight, I’m the lighthouse: at the edge, alone, and burning.

I still don’t know his name, but his cock is nice, and that’s all that really matters.

and take one look, then immediately turn back around. “Nope. I could get pregnant just looking at you. Go away.”

Body of a Greek god? Check. Could ruin my life with just the tip? Check. Has a permanent scowl and carries himself like he hates the world? Just fuck me already.

He’s not just long but incredibly thick, with veins threading throughout the length. “Absolutely not,” I say, shaking my head. “No. No way. I change my fucking mind.” I point at it. “That will puncture a lung.”

I attempt to keep myself covered as much as possible as if Enzo hasn't seen me naked and spread open in ways that Jesus will surely crucify me for later.

Too bad the inside of him is crusted with off-brand paint, frayed brushes, and muddy colors.

This is very relatable

Who needs a goddamn radio when my hatred for men could signal an alien race from an entire galaxy away?

I’ll admit—I was wrong earlier. Her sweet pussy isn’t the only thing that is addicting. Not when her fear is just as appetizing.

“Are you noticing similarities between the wood on the ceiling and the stick up your ass? I’m sure they have comparable textures.”

“Cazzo, che cazzo hai fatto?”

“You did something admirable. Imagine what you could do if you only believed in yourself.”

If he asked me to ride him like a cowgirl, I’d have no issue pushing him down and showing him exactly what a wild animal looks like. But asking me to be vulnerable quite literally feels like pulling teeth.

“I’ve spent so much time running that I don’t remember why I’m living.”

I wanted to take all her broken pieces, and fucking shatter them—turn them into dust so she could never be whole again. I realize now how foolish it was when I could take those pieces and give them a home amongst my own.

“Can you, like, not make me cry right now, please? I’m trying to look like a badass.”

I can’t let Enzo and his big dick distract me.

“There’s a place in the ocean, so deep, where not a single point of light penetrates through it. And for so long, I’ve been trapped there, unable to breathe. When I met you, you lifted me out of that darkness, and it was the first time I came up for air. You’ve become my oxygen, bella ladra, and I can no longer breathe without you.”