somehow, keep it together

She dropped to her knees so far I was stairing at wallpaper before I knew what had happened. Her warm, smooth mouth slid over my thick cock. It felt amazing in its complexity. I felt every single cell moisten and slide across her tongue, every wisp of her breath as she moaned when it slid in and out of her eager, hungry lips. I looked down into her cool blue eyes, exploding with icy fire, rimmed with crystal lust and longing as she sucked and bobbed her head against my hot, pulsing meat.

I don't know how I did it, but I reached down, and put my hand on her forehead and pushed her away. She gritted her teeth briefly and smiled before pushing against my hand while her delicate fingers pumped my cock furiously. I looked up and the ceiling, clamped my jaw shut, cursed myself, and turned away. "Not right now. Any other time, but not right now." I said. I knew I couldn't look back and make it out of the room.

"You're a fool, Reilly. I could have loved you! We could have been something beautiful, but no. You have to march back to Hell, back to **** and pain and blood!" she yelled out, sobbing. I stopped, put my hand on the knob, and took a deep breath. "Well then, here! You motherfucker! Take it if you are so Goddamned eager!" I felt something heavy and hard hit my back. It hurt, bad. The dull metal thump on the floor echoed briefly. I stooped down and scooped it up. The weight was right. Black and chrome, Colt 45 caliber. A.C.P. I popped the clip; full. I chambered a shell and caught the one that popped out, popped the clip, fed it in, and chambered it again. I slid that big rod back in my shoulder rig, and let her sob.

I turned the doorknob, and walked through; leaving her with her face in her hands crying her eyes out. Let her cry. Let em' all cry. I knew when this was over, I'd drop tears the size of A-bombs into buckets of whiskey and when I was done crying, my hollow chest would still be shaking from the horror of it all.

I kicked open the door to the basement. The door rebounded after a foot, and I heard a man yelp and scream as he tumbled down the long flight of stairs. Good. I snatched a torch from the wall and took the slick, granite steps as fast as I could down into the basement, down into Hell.