I was awakened by the sun peeking through the curtains of the bus' windows. I winced at the faint sting the rays caused to my green orbs, but soon, I was able to slowly open my eyes fully. I didn't feel Alex's arms on me; in fact, I didn't feel Alex in the bed at all. I turned to my side, and sure enough, he was gone. I picked up my phone and read the time: 9:45 AM. That explains it: Alex did say that he needed to get up at nine, so I am guessing that he was doing his nine o'clock errand or something with the mates.

I decided to take advantage of the time and lay to think. I pulled the quilt over my body, the warmth embracing my body. I put my hands behind my head as a cradle. I began to think of Cory. I remembered when we first met; it was a beautiful moment. I honestly thought that he would stay that dreamy man that I met, but he evolved into a horrible, violent man. I couldn't leave; if I ever tried, I'd be beat. He always would tell me, after hitting me, that he loved me and that I was beautiful. He would call me his queen, but the next day, I'd be his punching bag.

What he said to me last night, over text, was just so awful. It also terrified me because I did plan on coming home, but now, I didn't want to step foot back home. If I did, I knew I would be in grave. However, I couldn't stay here with the band. I couldn't just in intrude like this; I needed to go home. Sighing, I pulled myself out of the blanket and waltzed all over the bus to see if anyone was still inside. When I knew the coast was clear, I stepped out of the bus and ran for it. I ran for the bus stop that was across the street from the venue.

I was a terrible runner, so by the time I got to the bus stop, I was heaving, and my legs were cramping up. I slumped down and waited for a bus to pull up and take me home.

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I was in front of my me and Cory's shared home. I was standing there shaking like a leaf. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know if I would be walk in and be shot, walk in and get beat, or walk in and have him actually hold me because he was worried sick about me. It was a risk I had to take, to be honest, and I couldn't be a baby about this. I needed to be strong. As a result, I puffed out my chest and walked through the door of the home. What I walked into made me gasp and take a large step back.

I was showcased with Cory standing in the center of the room with a large shot gun pointed right towards the door. I could tell he had been standing there all night because his eyes were bloodshot, and there were purple mountains of bags under his eyes. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were bugging from his skull. I was dead -- I knew it. I gulped down the boulder I had in my throat before whispering out, "H-Hey, Cory..."

"Where the fuck were you last night?!" he shouted.

"C-Co--" I heard him cock the gun harshly.

"Tell. Me. Where. The. Fuck. You. WERE!"

"I-I-I stayed at Hailey's for the night! After the concert, I stayed with Hailey, and I was going to tell you, but my phone died." Damn, Krys -- good excuse. Cory squinted his eyes towards me. "I am so sorry, baby. I really am." I was sounding so pathetic, but honestly, I was petrified because I had a shot gun pointed directly towards me. One shot of the gun, and my brains would be our home's new paint job.

"That's the truth?" he quizzed. He knew I was a terrible liar, so I had to push through this without blowing my cover; therefore, I looked straight in his eyes and said,

"Yes, that's the truth. I stayed with Hailey last night." My words saved my life, for Cory eased the gun down until it dropped to the floor. He walked over to me, and to my surprise, he pulled me into a hug.

"Don't you ever worry me like that again, my queen," he whispered into my ear, "I thought I lost you last night." I just rested my head on his chest and whimpered out another apology. He pulled my head away from his chest and held it to his face. Cory pushed my lips onto his passionately. I kissed back harder before shoving him onto the couch. I wanted him to forget about last night, and I knew just how to do it. Yeah, it was a pretty pathetic ethic, but it worked like a charm every time. Once he was on the couch, I spread his legs and got on my knees. Cory looked down at me with a smirk. "Oh?"

"Yeah, baby. Is this what you want?" My eyes shimmered into his, and they remained on his as I removed his jeans and boxers from his legs. All he replied to me with was a nod. That was my cue to begin. I took hold of his already-hardening member and jerked him off slowly. Low, throaty moans escaped his mouth as his head reclined backwards. I looked up at him no matter what; I just watched his every move.

Once his length was hardened enough, I put my mouth around the tip. I kitty-licked his slit to slurp up the rising precum. I then proceeded to go all the way down his member. That earned me another hearty moan, and his hands clamped down on my head. His strength pushed me beyond my limits, and I let out a strangled gag. He didn't care; he continued to push me down. I was gagging and slowly beginning to suffocate, but thankfully, he yanked my head up before I died from a blow-job. "Let me fuck your mouth, you whore." Cory ordered gruffly. I gave him a quick nod before opening wide for my boyfriend.

Cory aligned his dick to my mouth before going to town. He swiftly thrusted upwards into my pie hole, his dick slithering down my throat. His rocky hands held my head in place while his dick fucked my throat raw. His moans were almost like screams, and his face was tomato red. "Oh! Oh! Shit, Krys! Ugn!" he wailed. All I was doing was keeping my mouth open, and I was getting him off this much. I couldn't believe it. I gripped hold on the couch to keep myself steady. His hips were lifting off the couch, and never once they did touch.

When I saw veins popping from Cory's neck and when his thrusts got awfully sloppy, I knew he was about to blow. He gave me three quick, extremely hard thrusts before yelping out, "I-I'm cumming, Krys!" With that, streams of hot, sticky, white semen poured down my throat. He left his dick inside of me as he rode out of his spasm, and when it concluded, he pulled out of my mouth and rested back down on the couch. I shakily rose from the floor before him. He looked up at me with a evil smile. "Your turn is later, okay?" I gave him a weak smile and nodded. "Now," he stood up and gripped my cheeks to have me look into his eyes once more, "let's go to bed, and when we wake up, you're making dinner."

Notes

so bree is so amazing for writing up two chapters every so often. I have been so busy, so I apologize.

But, here's my update <3

xoxo krys