Chương 140: His Heart Broke
This wasn't how Melvin had imagined their first time would be, in front of a group of people, in the midst of an orgy backstage at a dance club. He wanted to fuck her, but it seemed somehow sacrilegious to take her in such a way. Despite his reservations, he couldn't help but have her, no matter the circumstance.
Courtney, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind. She began to buck on top of Melvin with reckless abandon, her tits flying, smacking Melvin in the face, and she allowed a long line of spit to spill from her mouth into Melvin's. Unsure of what to do, Melvin kept his mouth open and received it, Courtney growling and grunting on top of him.
He had imagined their first time slow and sweet, but Courtney was fucking him like an enraged animal in heat, wild and dangerous. She clawed at his neck and his hair with sharp nails, leaving marks that would probably hurt like hell the next day. She sunk her teeth into Melvin's shoulder and bit him, Melvin sucking in a painful gasp of air, wondering how he could have mistaken Courtney for the innocent angel he had once believed her to be.
No, this can't be right, he thought. It must be the love juice; that's why she was acting in such a weird way. Right? The witch's ultimate joke: turning the one girl he actually wanted into a ravenous, sex starved fiend. Or worse, maybe he had just pegged Courtney wrong. Maybe she had been like this all along, and he just didn't see it. The love juice was a failure. More so, MELVIN was a failure.
"No," Melvin groaned, and he pushed Courtney off him. It couldn't happen this way; this wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't how the magic love juice was supposed to work. He clutched his head, a thrumming ache forming between his temples. He pulled up his pants, holding them up, and pushed away from the concerned hands that grabbed at his shoulders and arms.
"Melvin, what's wrong?" Bridget's voice said.
"Uncle Mel, you ok?" Tina's voice.
"Where are you going?" Violet.
There were others, but Melvin paid no mind. He turned back and glanced at the room behind him.
Courtney on the couch. On top of Joey's Dangerfield, his cock deep inside of her pussy, while Hammer penetrated her ass with his massive tool. Her ass cheeks rippled as he thrust into her. She had Richie in her mouth, sucking him desperately, and Crow in her free hand, jerking him off with steadfast determination. This was the girl that Melvin had wanted so long, taking on four men and loving it.
Melvin's heart broke. He turned to the door and pushed his way through, confusion and questions plaguing him from all sides. Seeing Courtney, he made up his mind. He knew what he was going to do. He knew now what he really wanted.
As he walked out of The Deep End, the brisk night air ruffling his hair and cool on his face, he made his choice.
Chương 141: Who Is To Be Blamed - Him Or The Sex Potion?
Small droplets of rain pattered against the windshield of Melvin's BMW: signs of the returning storm. Apparently, it still had some chaos to spread, unsatisfied by the drenching downpour it had unleashed earlier in the day. Rumbles of thunder gurgled overhead like an upset stomach preparing to unleash its bowels.
Melvin sighed and flipped on the windshield wipers. As if he didn't have enough things to contend with.
He squinted through the darkness of the night, his glasses left behind at the club. Red brake lights and blinding white headlights were nothing but shaky blurs as he passed them, a horn blaring as Melvin sped by, Melvin feeling as blind to the world as he felt blind about the truth concerning Courtney.
Courtney. The mere thought of her sent a depressing weight sliding to the pit of his stomach. The sweet girl who had turned out to be an insatiable sexual vampire, thirsting for satisfaction rather than blood, taking on four men (one of which was Melvin's best friend) at this very moment as Melvin sped through the rain. How could he have been so wrong about her?
Or was the love juice to blame?
Did it matter? The situation had only opened Melvin's eyes to the fact that he had not so much fallen in love with Courtney, the person, as with the mental image, the innocent virgin with the girlish smile, of her he'd created in his head. Her dimples were the cause of this mistake; Melvin was now certain that they were hypnotically cute.
How had things turned so dark for him? Things had gone from the whimsy of a silly fantasy, complete with a sarcastic witch and dreams about humping leprechauns, to the darkness of a Grimm's fairy tale, factoring his ex wife's sudden obsession with him and the lesson of losing Courtney.
A bolt of lightening spliced the night sky with electric fury.
Melvin thought about Morgan the witch's words and the choice he had to make concerning the love juice, and he wondered if he'd ever had a choice to begin with. The witch seemed to have control over the proceedings from the very start, the thought of her always in the back of Melvin's mind.
He slowed the car to a stop and pulled up outside of the witch's shop. He inhaled a slow, deep breath. This was it. Gathering his mental resources (or rather what was left of them), Melvin pushed open the car door and sloshed through the rain, making his way towards Morgan's building in labored, lurching strides.
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