What If I Want To Be In Your Arms While I Sleep?

She looks up at me, licking her lips.

“Sweet.” I whisper, slightly out of breath.

Shit, she's good.

“How was it?”

I'm just about to bully her, when I remember.
I have to be nice.
Fuck.

“Amazing.” I smile, running a finger under her jawline.

This feels so wrong, it hurts.
I'm not sweet.
Hell no.

She smirks, kissing my hipbone.

“Is there anything else you'd like to do?” she coos, rubbing herself through the fabric of her panties.

Jesus Christ, bitch, give me a break.

“What do you have in mind?” I ask.
“You could return the favor?”

I want to kick her in the face.
Hard.
Wearing a pair of fucking Dr. Martens boots.

“Naughty, naughty.” I chuckle, pulling her up by her shoulders.

This is nauseating.
In all ways.

Her mouth tastes like seed, disgusting as it is.

I push her backwards, shoving her down on the bed.

Anything to keep her from kissing me again.
Yuck.

I kneel, pulling off her panties.

I really wish she'd have a stroke or something.
A heart attack, maybe?
Like, right fucking now!

I flick my tongue over her clit, circle her entrance with my fingers, basically using every trick in the fucking book to make her finish as fast as possible.

She's moaning, loud, making me seriously consider finding an old sweaty gym sock and stuffing it in her mouth.
Just to shut her up.
Or choke her, whatever works.

“Fuck!” she growls, tugging at my hair.

I slam my fingers into her, regretting it instantly.

Wow, I think my eardrums just blew.
Holy fuck.

“Ricky, I..”

I feel her clench around my digits and thrust faster.

That's right, bitch, finish off.

I really need to get myself some earplugs.

“Where are you going?” she whines.
“You're done, right?”

I cock an eyebrow at her.

“Well, yeah.”
“I need to wash my hands.”

Be nice, Ricky!

“We can cuddle when I come back.”

God damn, it physically hurt to say that!

She smiles at me, giving me a short nod.

This better fucking work.







I feel like she's strangling me.
Holy shit, she's like a fucking octopus!

“I'm sorry that I threw water on you,” she mutters, kissing my collarbone. “I didn't mean to piss you off.”

What did you expect?
A hug?
Fuck you.

“It's fine,” I chuckle. “at least I got up!”

She's so God damn annoying.

I nuzzle her hand, kissing her hair.

“Do you still want me out, or can I stay?” she whispers.

Listen up, bitch, you better get your perky ass out of here, before I bash you.
Jesus Christ, you're the definition of clingy.
And disgusting.
And ugly.
And whiny.
Fuck.
I hate your guts.

“You can stay 'till tomorrow, okay? Then we'll take it from there!”
“Thank you, Ricky!” she breathes, hugging me tightly.

Cute.
Or not.

I tangle my hand in her hair.
Pulling her away is so fucking tempting.
Nah.
Be nice!

I massage her scalp with my fingernails.
At least her hair is soft.

It really is.
Like expensive silk.
Amazing.

“You're welcome!”








I smile at her from the other end of the couch.
A fake 'I-think-I-love-you'-ish smile.

She giggles like a little teenager.
Ew.

Rad jumps onto her lap, purring his ass off.
Little traitor.
I should've cut your balls off.

“He's so cute!” she beams, petting his head. “How old is he?”
“I've lost track,” I sigh. “but I've had him since I was in my early teens, so he's an old fuck.”
“He's so chubby!”

I know, right?

I chuckle lightly.

“I feed him too much, give him too many treats and such, I don't know how long he has left, I just want to make his last time here good.”
“He seems healthy and happy,” she smiles. “you're doing a great job!”

Kiss-ass.

I smile at her.
A real smile.
Shit.

I sigh, grabbing the remote and putting on the nastiest horror movie I can find.

Just leave already.
Bitch.

“Am I sleeping on the floor again, or can I sleep next to you?”

What would be the nice thing to do here?

“You can sleep in my bed,” I sigh. “I'll take the couch.”
“What if I want to be in your arms while I sleep?”

What if I want to blow chunks in your face?

“Fine then.”

She hums quietly.

“I think I'll go to bed then.”

Alone time.
Yay.

“Goodnight.” I mutter.

Kiss up to her, motherfucker!

She gets up.

“Hey, wait,” I smile, waving her over. “come here.”

I put my hand behind her head, pecking at her lips.

“Sweet dreams!”
“You too!” she whispers, blushing fifty shades of red.

I feel disgusting.
Holy crap.
This better fucking work!

“I'll see you tomorrow!” she smiles, stalking off.

Oh, yes you will.
Tomorrow better come fast.
God damn!
I'm going to make her cry, and I won't even be there to see it.
Fuck.
At least it'll get her out of here.
For good.