Chapter 1: Rock Bottom

“Nnng...”

Manicured, crimson-painted nails dug deep into the sheets of my bed as Jessica buried her face in my mattress to smother her scream as she came for the third time. She shoved her large, juicy ass into my crotch, meeting each aggressive thrust with equal fervor. Her long braid was wrapped around my hand like a rope and I was using it like a leash, applying steady force to it with each of her thrusts in an attempt to penetrate as deep as possible into my girlfriend of 7 months.

A smile creeped across my face as I enjoyed watching the juxtaposition of me forcing her down into the bed with one hand pressed firmly on her back while I pulled on her hair with the other. Jessica turned her face to the side and drank in oxygen between encouraging syllables, “Fuck ... me ... Marcus ... fuck...

“Fuck yes! Cum for me! Cum on my cock, bitch!” I growled in response.

She turned her head and screamed into the mattress again, and I felt her body shudder under my palm as her juices coated my shaft - this was a particularly juicy one. I kept thrusting, feeling myself approach that critical moment. My eyes roamed over one of Jessica’s best features - her flawless skin. As someone who spent most of her time indoors reading and maintaining a rigorous skin care routine, she was almost translucent with a flawless complexion that I constantly marveled at. Her back, her shoulders, her ass ... it was all a flawless work of art like the finest marble.

I leaned forward as I still pounded her, loving the feel of her shivering under me as she continued to ride out the final tremors of her own orgasm. I reached under her and cupped a heavy breast, kneading it roughly as I got closer to exploding in her. I kissed her ear, “That’s it baby ... feel that dick deep inside of you. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum in you Jess. I’m gonna cum -”

I sank my teeth into her shoulder and gripped the breast in my hand firmly as I let out a loud groan. My cock began spasming, and we both felt white ropes of warm semen coat the walls of her pussy. I reached up with my other hand and wrapped it around her throat. Now that both hands were occupied, my weight drove her completely flat on the mattress as I still continued to ram my hips into the cheeks of her generous ass, luxuriating in the way her pussy seemed to become almost soupy with the combination of our juices. I tightened my grip on her throat and bit harder into her shoulder, intending to leave teeth marks that would take days to disappear. Jessica loved it.

“That’s it, baby. Make me your fucking whore. Make me your fucking sex toy! Goddammit! Fuck!” she said through gritted teeth.

My orgasm began to slow down, and so did my thrusts. Jessica pressed her juicy ass into my crotch, helping me grind my cock into her as the last of my cum leaked out of the head of my cock. I could feel the mixture of our juices seep out from where our sexual organs joined. Our entire groins were soaked, and I could only imagine what the bedsheet underneath us looked like. I released my hand from around her throat and cupped the side of her face with it. My bites turned into kisses as I began trailing them softly across the fair skin down her shoulder blade toward her spine. We synced the gyration of our hips, and she moved her face to capture my thumb between her soft, crimson lips. The feel of her tongue lolling around my finger caused my dick to lurch, a bit more cum seeping out of its tip.

I began trailing kisses down her back, marveling at the flawless canvas that I’d painted repeatedly with my tongue and lips, tasting the saltiness of our combined sweat. I enjoyed exploring her body as I felt her moan and whimper around my thumb in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss. Finally, succumbing to the real fact that I would have to bring this session to an end, I crawled up her back and laid several more kisses along the nape of her neck before rolling to the side on my back. The air was filled with the smell of sex and the sounds of labored breathing as we recovered our breath.

I looked at her. She peered at me with one eye, half her face buried in the mattress, and gave me a small smile. I rolled to my side, placed a hand on her back and began letting my fingers trail over her skin as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers in a sweet kiss. Her lips remained unresponsive for a few moments before moving, her efforts meeting mine. I felt them give way and allow my tongue entrance to find her’s, forcing them to dance with each other in a way we’d perfected over the last week where we’d been inseparable.

After two full minutes of making out, she broke her kiss and rolled away from me so she lay on her back. She placed one hand behind her head and stared at the ceiling. My eyes wandered over her body - Jessica wasn’t about to win a contract as a fashion model - at 5’9, she was a big girl with fairly broad shoulders and hips, a juicy ass, and large tits that probably filled a double D cup bra. She was at a comfortable weight with just a bit extra to make her ass and tits even more formidable. As she laid on her back, I enjoyed the opportunity to paw at one, gently rolling the warm flesh in my palm in a way I thought was more soothing than arousing.

Jessica was solidly built, but that meant she could take a lot of punishment when things got rough in the bedroom, which both of us enjoyed. She was kinky, perverted, and there really wasn’t much that shocked her. In the seven months we’d been together, she’d taken a butt plug up her ass. We’d enjoyed tying each other down and dripping all sorts of things on each others’ bodies from hot wax to honey. She’d kept count as I spanked her. She’d submitted to me while I strapped a collar around her perfect throat. She’d blushed prettily when I called her a good girl and had licked my fingers clean when I’d cum in my hand. She was creative, imaginative, and exciting, and also just a lot of fun.

Physically, two of her best features were her face and her complexion. With naturally crimson lips, sparkling hazel eyes, and incredibly cute dimples she looked like a princess in a cartoon, albeit one with a bit of a different build. Still ... she was beautiful, bubbly, and generally a lot of fun.

I glanced at my alarm clock, “An hour and a half.” I looked back at her, palming a large breast in my hand, “Not bad, if I say so myself.”

She only sighed and continued to stare at the ceiling. Then she muttered something under her breath.

“What was that?” I asked.

She hesitated, then looked at me, and I could see tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyes., “I said I’m going to miss this.”

“Aw. Me too, baby.”

Jess lived in Kansas. I lived in New York. We’d met online, hit it off really well, and ended up taking regular trips to fuck each other for the past year and a half before I’d made the move to finally make it official about seven months ago. Now we were entertaining the idea of her moving to New York so we could be closer ... a serious step toward something more permanent between us.

She was leaving to head back home after a week of apartment hunting and fucking. We’d only seen a few places the second day she was in town, but she said that was enough ... that she’d be able to make a decision based on what she saw. I didn’t complain, as it meant more time with my dick in her.

“But the distance won’t be an issue much longer,” I said as I leaned down to give her a kiss on her pale, pink nipple. It immediately hardened under my lips.

“No,” Jessica said as she placed a hand on my cheek and pulled me off her breast so that I was looking directly in her eyes. “That’s not what I mean.”

“What do you mean then?”

I wasn’t sure what she was getting at.

“I don’t think I’m going to move,” she replied.

“You’re not? Why?”

She shook her head, “No. I’m staying in Kansas.”

“Why?” I repeated.

She looked away from me, “I met someone.”

A chill ran through me. She’d met someone?

“Why?” I repeated the question again, but the meaning was very different this time.

“I’m sorry Marcus,” she said. She was no longer looking at me, but I could hear how upset she was. I felt my jaw ache and I locked it in place. She still hadn’t answered a single question.

“Seriously. Why?” I asked again, “I’ve been a great boyfriend. I’ve been incredibly patient. I’ve paid for you to come out here and half our visits have been me coming to see you. I’ve met your family for Christ’s sake.”

She didn’t immediately look at me or acknowledge my words.

“Please tell me you’re joking!”

“I’m sorry.” She looked back at me, clear tears streaming down her face, and I knew this wasn’t a fucking joke. “It’s just-”

“How long?” I asked. Anger was starting to overtake my shock. When we’d first started this thing, it had just been mutual lust and fun. Over time, it’d grown into legitimate affection, care, and love. At least, it was for me. I thought it was for her as well. No ... fuck her tears. I’d been good to her.

“Marcus-”

“No. How long.”

She stared at me for a long few moments before responding, “A month.”

I launched myself off the bed and walked away from her. A whole fucking month? I’d been dating this woman for a month. I’d ignored other opportunities ... remained faithful, and she was doing this behind my back for a month? I grabbed my pants and began pulling them on, trying to feel nothing again. It was either that or anger.

“Marcus. Look I-”

“I can’t be here right now,” I said, grabbing my shirt. “I thought we were good. Hell, better than good!”

“We were. This just ... happened. You’re all the way over here and ... it just happened. I didn’t-”

“No! You were moving!” Pointed at her, my shirt in hand. “You were moving, and I was going to ask you to marry me when you got here! Jesus Jess! What the fuck?”

It grew quiet and I used the opportunity to put my shirt on, stewing on what she’d just told me. She’d been seeing someone else for a fucking month, and I didn’t even have to ask how far they’d gone. Of course they’d had sex. Jessica was a very sexual person. Our distance had been the biggest issue between us, and it had been a little over a month since we’d last seen each other. Once she’d found someone closer who could satisfy her a bit more regularly, it probably didn’t take long for them to climb into bed together. The fact that it had probably happened only a week after the last time we’d seen each other only made the sting more intense.

“You were going to ask me?”

“To marry me, yeah,” I said. I started donning my socks and shoes.

“I didn’t know...”

“That doesn’t matter,” I snarled as I grabbed my wallet and keys. “Maybe I might have been able to forgive a one-time thing, but a fucking month? Jess, I’d probably just left your house! What? Did you bounce right off my dick and onto his?”

“Where are you going?” Jessica had climbed to her knees on the bed just watching me, tear stains on her face. She was still naked. Her messy red hair was cascading down her chest over one shoulder, partially covering a heavy breast. She looked alarmed at the fact that I’d thrown on my clothes so quickly. For some reason, her confusion was stoking my anger toward her. How the hell could she be confused at any part of my reaction? And why did she have to look so beautiful, kneeling in my bed nude and vulnerable!