Little Cat

My door was unlocked. I met Gio open with my legs already spread. My see-through panties were barely a screen.

Gio stared at me hard. He was wearing a suit. I wanted him to take it off. He stood at the foot of my bed. I writhed on it, stoned.

‘Do you know who I am?’

I nodded. I knew. It was like Adi threw him to me.

‘When did you first know that we were going to do this?’ Gio asked.

‘Right now,’ I lied.

I wanted him to take me any way he wanted.

Gio kneeled down at the end of my bed. He was so tall that I could see his whole chest. I thought he was smirking at the fabric of my panties because my hair came through its tiny holes. His eyes looked metallic. I heard Gio letting out breaths through his nose. I propped myself up and stared at him. My breasts felt heavy. It was like he was going to pray to my pussy.

Gio grabbed my ankles and started stroking lightly. He was murmuring something. I couldn’t hear what it was. Then he licked his lips and slid in like a drone.

I was waiting to be touched. Beating through my panties, I let out a groan. I couldn’t take more. I wanted his mouth.

Gio gripped my thighs and launched himself forward. His lips pushed against the tissue of my panties. He licked once up and down with his whole entire face. God, just that once, pressing on my slit, he got me to the point where I was already gone. He finally moved my panties to one side. My black space opened up and his breath poured inside me. He stared at me there. I was too swollen to care.

Breathing from my cunt, talking from my cunt, I was bulging forth from hairy lips.

I know it’s terrifying if you look it in the eyes.

Gio used his knuckles, dipping into my wetness to stretch me and rub me. He pinched my lips with his rough-tipped thumbs. He stretched me even wider. I wanted his tongue. All I wanted was his face. He was pulling and stretching, he could’ve bit down and I would’ve spurted come. I was going to come, my breathing was fast, I was gonna come out, I was just about to come …

Gio slithered up over my belly. His face dripped with sweat. He took his shirt off and leaned on one hand. His chest was one huge smooth rock of hide. He unzipped his pants. He yanked down my panties. His cock was so big it hung over my breasts.

Adi’s been here, I thought. She’s been where I am.

Gio was like the king of the forest, the beast who had the right to lord over his bitch. This is a man, a Russian evil man Jew! I was anxious, too ready, and I grabbed for his cock. But he took my hands and stuck them onto his back. I held on to the curve where his muscles started bucking. I had to suck in my breath. Gio didn’t take time. He kneed my legs open and pushed himself up, plowing through my thickness, my blackness, all wet. I felt my head roll over to the side. I shut my eyes and just let the juice gush. My cunt felt like the shape of a boat where wood gets squeezed into points from each shuddering side. The force of his thrusts carried shocks through my chest. I wanted his come, right at the back of me, right at the end. With Gio on top of me, moving and fucking, I felt myself being forced through the bed. He was fucking so hard that my body hit earth.

‘I always knew,’ I said between his thrusts. ‘I always knew me and you were going to do this.’

Then Gio pulled out and spurted on the rise of my gut. One short sound fell out of his throat.

He stared at his stuff on my belly, trembling on me there. Then he wiped me off with the sheet. He left the bed and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower run.

I flapped around on the bed still feeling his cock in my cunt. I was like a fish needing water, more salt in her gills!

And I still hadn’t recovered when he came out of the bathroom. He was fully dressed. I was flat on my back. Gio leaned down to kiss me. ‘I’ll be back,’ he said.

I didn’t make him pay.

I swear it was like he’d just given me something. Something I wanted that I couldn’t say out loud. When he was in me, I didn’t want to come. I just wanted him to stick me, over and over, because with each of his thrusts, my pussy got tighter. My pussy got hotter and stronger so it could hold him in there. Each second we were fucking, a voice in my head breathed: I want you, I see you, I know who you are.

I felt that the very first time that we fucked. Gio was someone I already loved. So what is love but already loving?

God, why do I love him more than he loves me? Why do I love his body so much more than he loves mine? It’s like he is the woman and I am the man. He’s the indifferent one and I’m the one ravishing!

I know the way the flesh feels on his stomach, animal thick. I love the way his back rounds at the top. I know the width of his neck and the mark on his forehead, the mark that I think is from praying on the ground. Why do I imagine Gio religious? Is it because I’m the religious one now?

I think of him praying with me, us praying together, our foreheads down on some scuffed tiled ground surrounded by smoke, weird orthodox smoke.

Hey, Ezrah, would God accept me with my fist in the air? My moral fist in the air and all this sperm in my brain? Would God accept us in the temple together?

I don’t know who God is. I felt Ezrah’s hate, I knew Gio moved money and women ar