Pushing
[Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away]
Marshall plunged into her heat, driving and punishing her as he sought his own pleasure and forgot hers as he thrust deeper and harder—touching the burning center of her core. She moaned loudly; the sound rocketed off the walls and echoed throughout the room. Every time he slammed into her, her senses heightened; the coolness of the desk beneath her heated and cooled as he lifted her from it and pushed her back onto it—the air seemed thick with tension and carried their heat and sweat like something tangible. She could taste the salt of his skin whenever he granted her with a nibble, a nip, a slight stimulant other than incessant pounding of his cock into her wetness.
She gasped when he withdrew, and arched her back to receive him more fully, drive him deeper into her hideaway.
[From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
I've lost my lights
I toss and turn I can't sleep at night]
“Fuck,” she growled when she felt his blunt teeth take hold of her nipple; he was torturing it, laving it and nipping at it, only to move to the other just when it peaked.
Harshly, he gripped her hips in his hands and spun her into a sitting position, and waited—seconds, minutes, mere moments, and then he lifted her lithe body only to slam it furiously against his thighs.
It was murderous—their pace. Faster, harder—he twisted, manipulated, and teased as he pivoted his hips against his; thrust himself ruthlessly between her thighs. Everything flickered like lightning; an electric current sped through their veins, set everything afire, turning nerves into live wires and passion melted them—reduced them to nothing but animals seeking absolution.
[Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Tainted love]
She hurt, ached, and begged him to hurt her just a little bit more—gasped when he laid her on the desk, bending her over it, and forced himself through her. Torn between crying out in pain and screaming in pleasure, she circled her hips, urging him on. With every plunge he administered, her thighs hit the edge of the desk cruelly.
“Marshall,” she groaned when she felt his hand crack against the flesh of her bottom.
She could feel it reddening beneath his torment; whimpering, he kneaded her tender flesh, squeezing and torturing. Just in anticipation, she twitched slightly before the rough skin of his palm rained down onto her softer, creamier skin. Her voice was hoarse, raspy, as she screamed and cried.
[Tainted love]
“You like that?” he grunted.
He never lost rhythm; he drove into her maddeningly—like a man possessed beyond reason, beyond passion.
[Now I know I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
You don't really want any more from me]
She nodded imperceptibly.
Marshall’s flattened hand came crashing down on her rear, forcing her to accept him to the hilt as she pushed back in reflexive action.
“Yes, yes, I like it, damn it!” she screamed, defeated. “Oh, Marshall… please!”
[To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
You think love is to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way]
A gasp was strangled from her throat when she felt his fingers take hold of her hair, forcing her head up, twisting it sideways—to see him, to stare into his darkened eyes; made black by fear and passion, insanity and need.
“Please,” she whimpered shamelessly.
[Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I'll run from you]
He quickly tore his eyes from her; that pleading look that had overwhelmed her face, the tense lines of her body, and the faint sheen of sweat glistening on her delicate skin. Marshall growled as the sound of her shallow breaths drove him to new points of distortion—he was caught in the crossfire of passion and insatiability.
“God forgive me,” he groaned and flipped her onto her back.
[This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you]
She knew what he meant when he kissed it—it was supposed to be merciless, taunting, and killing; it was the epitome of heaven and hell. Tears were dragged from the corners of her eyes as he pinched her clit, twisting it with a wicked, sardonic grin.
“Oh, God!” she screamed.
[Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Tainted love
Tainted love]
“You’re beautiful, baby,” he sighed as he watched her face contort in a deceiving look of pleasure—and partial pain.
Marshall held her to him, felt her breasts flattened against him, and groaned at the texture of her skin—the most exotic silk.
[Don't touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I'm going to pack my things and go]
When he felt her relax in his arms, he moved to leave—he had already taken more than he should have; tested and pushed limits he shouldn’t have.
“Marshall,” she cried.
“Baby, I’m—”
She locked her legs around his torso, preventing him from leaving.
“Don’t,” she whispered.
[Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love]
“I can’t—” he started.
“You can,” she countered. “I’m yours.”
“Not like this…”
“Just like this,” she looked at him with such conviction, such utter sincerity.
Marshall felt like everything was closing in on him; his world caving in—just crumbling and tumbling within itself. He struggled between her thighs, scrambled to leave her, protect her—from him.
[Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I'll run from you]
“I won’t let you leave!” she howled.
[This tainted love you've given]
“Let me go, damn it!” he yelled.
“Let me love you,” she whispered and caressed his face with one, solitary fingertip.
[I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Tainted love]
Like a deer caught in the headlights, he twisted himself out of her reach, out of those tempting thighs and even more undeniable offer of more.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
[Tainted love]
Author: zines@aol.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.