I let my legs fall to the side of Dion who was still licking my juices from my folds and thighs.  When he finished, he crawled up my body and kissed me hard.

“You are such a dirty slut.” He smirked as he spread my legs again.  He slipped his hard dick into my ass.

“Ahhhh, careful Dion.” I cried out at the mild pain.  At least it doesn’t hurt like it did in the beginning.   

Dion began thrusting slowly in my ass, picking up speed as he went.  I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lowered his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth.  We kept the same steady pace, slowly fucking each other, increasing speed at different intervals.  He slipped in and out of my greased, wet ass with ease and it felt so good.  He placed his hands under my thighs and brought my legs over his shoulder, deepening his thrusts into my ass.  All I could do was moan and beg him not to stop.  All I could do was think of Ashley, fucking me.  Dion and I came together this time and just lay on the bed tangled in each other’s limbs.

“Yeah, you’re definitely a dirty slut.  Just remember that you’re my dirty slut.”  He slid out of my ass and got up off the bed and slipped on his boxers.

“Get some sleep bitch.  You’re going to have a busy day tomorrow.  My brother might be coming to town.”  He smirked and walked out the room and into the bathroom.  I inwardly groaned, remembering the last time his brother came for a visit.  I pray he doesn’t come to town.

Dion came back into the room and got back into bed.  I lied on my side with my back towards him crying softly and close to sleep.  I didn’t understand why I have to live this life.  Was it God’s way of punishing me for being gay like my mother said he would?

I grabbed the bottle of whiskey that was standing next to our bed and drank half bottle empty.  I felt the liquor giving me warmth and it felt good.  I tried not to think about the brunette, but the whole time I was fucking Dion, her face kept flashing in my mind.  I need to forget her in order to protect her.  Dion would kill her that I know for sure.  I was his, his always.