James makes Kendall clean him with her mouth.

James moves her by the hair. “Clean me, slut,” he says, and Kendall moans as he eases into her mouth. He is welcome there, their mixed flavor unfamiliar but not unpleasant. She is too tired to fight him, and too drunk on sex to care. His big body casts a large shadow over her, reminding her of his dominion and of the dizzying pleasure he gave her. She tastes him inside of her own flavor and lets him use her mouth like a rag. Licking him all over, she cleans him, and he watches with a smile. “You probably know this, slut, but this is only the beginning. You belong to me, now.”

Kendall, staring up at him with eyes as hollow as his, only nods.

James chuckles. “Fucking shameless,” he says, and he pulls out and slaps his dick down across her nose. Kendall winces and stares, empty now that he has left her, overcome by pleasure and left numb in its absence.

James steps away, leaving her slouched on the couch, watching him as he dresses. She feels distant, faraway from it all. With the pleasure gone she is empty and tired James puts his briefs on first, and then his pants, and neither does much to hide his incredible manhood, which bulges through them noticeably. He stops in front of her and kneels to look her in the eyes wearing his humorless, crooked grin. It is stitched together with years of anger and resentment. “I’m coming back tomorrow,” he says, “and you had better buy the beer I like. Got it, slut?”

Kendall nods, and he stuffs his finger into her mouth to feel her suck it. When she does, he laughs.

“Good girl.” Shoving her sideways, James leaves her on the couch, fucked senseless.

Kendall hears the door close and lies there in her own juices for a few more minutes. Then, stretching, she sits up and shuffles her way to the bathroom for a shower. The warm water helps to ease the ache settling into her bones. James was not gentle with her, and he never would be. After two years, it was never easier. She doesn’t expect this to be different.

She washes herself and fingers herself, **** to remove his semen. Her pussy aches and, behind that ache is a deeper hurt. In the steam, she curls up and cries until she is numb again, and then she returns to the living room to clean the couch. Her whole house stinks of James and, to her shame, she enjoys it. She opens the windows though, **** to forget him for the evening. He will back tomorrow, she knows, and excitement settles alongside the fear.

That evening, Kendall calls Jackson a cuck to his face, in front of the girls. He is hurt but he also forgives her, and she avoids trying to call him by his name. At bedtime, she sleeps with her back to him, too guilty to look him in the eyes or to hold him close. Not only had she cheated on him, and not only had she enjoyed it, but when she called him a cuck, she also secretly enjoyed that, too.

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