It was a Saturday, and Jennifer wasn’t around. She was out of the apartment, and it felt weird. The last two weekends, we had fucked all the time, stopping only for food. Not doing that today really depressed me.
“I should spend the day with my friends,” she had said. “They really miss me.”
That might have been true, but for three weeks, Jennifer hadn’t cared. All she cared about was screaming her next orgasm. Something was different today. Her friends didn’t miss her. Jennifer just wasn’t enslaved to my cock anymore.
I had first noticed it at my friends’ party. Jennifer was attracted to one of my friends, and worse, I was attracted to someone else. That mysterious connection that created the awesome sex between us was missing. The last few days, it had only gotten worse.
I used to smell only Jennifer’s cunt. Now, I know that the bored housewife downstairs is masturbating alone in her bathroom. If I open the window, I can sense the heat coming from the teenager in the laundry building. Just going to the mail today, I counted six scents of women who needed a good hard fucking. Oh, man, it was so hard to come back here.
Funny how I want to stay loyal to Jennifer. We don’t have much in common, but she is the first woman who has endured the new me for any length of time. I am fond of her. I don’t want to hurt her emotionally. We have never used the word “love,” but I could do worse than to spend the rest of my life with her. Jennifer’s nice, she’s stable, and she completely worships me.
Or at least, she used to. Why wasn’t she here today? The power that allowed me to read her libido led me to think her addiction to me was weakening. The last few times we’d had sex, she didn’t turn to pudding as instantly as she used to. When I scratch her, she no longer shivers under my nails. When I come in her face, she no longer glows with pride.
Looking down from the balcony, I saw her pull up. I didn’t smell her when she got out of the car. I wanted her, though. I like having someone to sleep with. I like someone making my meals. I like someone who isn’t afraid of me. I realized I would do anything to keep her.
Jennifer came in. Before she could even close the door, I grabbed her. I grabbed her lovely brown hair in my hands, and I took her lips. I kissed her hard. Not as hard as the beast does, but hard because I wanted to convince her to stay in a single kiss.
She broke the kiss first. “Missed me?” she said with a smile. For one beautiful moment, I thought we could make it work.
I grabbed her breast. “Yes,” I whispered.
She winced as my grip tightened on her breast. “My roommates think you are bad for me,” she said.
I picked her up in my arms. The beast’s appetite might have left me, but I still have his powerful body. I scooped her up and carried her to the back bedroom.
“Dylan, we should talk,” she said.
“I know,” I said as I tossed her to the bed.
I fell on top of her body and ripped off her clothes. She tried to help, but I slapped her hands away. I tore off her black blouse and popped the buttons on her skirt. My fingers ripped away her panties and then tore the clasp off her bra.
I could detect a faint whiff of desire from her. It made me smile. Maybe the beast could be roused.
Kicking my pants off, I grabbed her by her tit and pulled her to me. She cried out from the rough handling, but she opened her mouth for my cock. I forced her head onto me, choking her down as far as she would go. My hands wrapped themselves in her hair and turned it into reins. I fucked her face. When she tried to pull away, my grip in her hair kept her there.
The smell of her cunt faded. I could smell my downstairs neighbor, who was opening her ass with a toy. My neighbor was pushing herself and wished like anything that it was a man inside her. She was wishing for a man like me.
I fucked Jennifer’s face harder. I poured my desire for my neighbor into my pounding of Jennifer’s mouth. She started to choke, and I kept thrusting. I had to prove that I didn’t need the beast. The horrible thing inside me wouldn’t let her breathe so neither would I.
I couldn’t, though. The second time she choked, I released her. Jennifer fell back on the bed and gasped for air. She was moving her jaw as if she had gotten a cramp.
When she sucks the beast’s cock, she can suck for hours without complaint.
Angrily, I kicked aside her legs. I mounted her on the bed. My cock thrust into her and lifted her body. I was furious. I was jealous. I was jealous of the very thing inside me that she preferred.
I fucked her. Jennifer wrapped her arms and legs around me as I rode her. I was surprised by how tightly she held me. It was as if she were trying to summon the animal in me with sweaty thighs and scratching fingers. Her tits were tight against my muscular chest, and I was struck with a feeling of loss, a fear that I would never be able to bite them again.
When I looked in Jennifer’s eyes, I saw sadness there, too.
I climaxed. My cock filled her cunt, and I felt a brief sense of joy. The beast might not want her, but I did. My body wanted her. Judging from how slick she was, Jennifer wanted me, too. Maybe this could work, after all. Men struggle with monogamy all the time. Surely, the beast would be no different. I just had to have willpower.
“Dylan,” Jennifer said with her thighs still around me, “I don’t think this is working out.”