American Honey

"And where the fuck do you think you’re going huh?” He asked, busting the screen door as he tripped over his feet reaching for her wrist. She quickly snatched from his grasp and he had to grab the side pole of the porch staircase for support. Pushing up and jumping in front of her placing his hands on both sides of her shoulders.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

Looking up at his face she said nothing. Simply staring up at him in silence. Drinking in his appearance one last time… White, maybe a tanish vanilla creme colored skin. Dark brown tousled hair, and thick eyebrows that seemed to match his face perfectly. An eyebrow piercing on the corner of his left eyebrow.

A light scrubby mustache covering his cheeks, chin, upper neck, and his upper lip. Greenish-Hazel eyes. Looking young in the face, but still older than he appeared. His height was about 5’7 and she was around 5’2. He looked down at her with his soft eyes. Speaking to her in a gentle tone.

“Madeline where are you going?” The vein in his neck began to tick. He was around 180 pounds. Pure muscle but still slender at the same time. He wore his white muscle shirt and ripped blue jeans with brown boots old and tattered.

When Madeline heard him speak her name with such softness her knees went weak. Her curly-red locks covered part of her face, hair running down her back. Stopping at the top of her arse. She had dark green eyes on porcelain doll white skin. Freckles running along both sides of her cheeks under her eyes. She wore a black short sleeve shirt that hung off her shoulder. High-waisted blue jean shorts that stopped right above her knee caps.

And black ankle boots.

She looked up at her lover Jake grinding her teeth to hold her anger. When Jake went in to brush the loose strands of hair from her face she pushed him back. “Don’t you fucking touch me!” She pushed him again. Causing him to take a step back. She looked up at him again, but Jake simply held his hands up. “Go ahead and get it out.” His tone was still soft as he beats his fists against his chest. When she heard him say that she simply smirked. Running at him, beating her fist against his chest. Reaching up she slapped the side of his face HARD and then his neck. Causing his chin to tick.

She went to slap his face again but this time he caught grasp of her wrist. She tried to reach his face with her free hand and he caught her wrist with his free hand as well. Letting out a huff as he tilted his head sideways and gave her that “don’t do it again” look.

His glance falling down on her lips that were slightly parted. Her breathing causes her loose strands to move up and down over her face. She gave a soft grunt, pulling or at least trying to pull away from him. Yanking him slightly but his grip on her was still firm. “Are you done?” He asked looking at her with that smug look.

“Fuck you, Jake!”

His smug turned to a full smile. He then paused to lick his lips. His breathing soft. He moved her hands behind her back. Holding both her wrist with his left hand. Pressing her closer until they were chest to chest. Using his right hand to cup her chin in between two fingers. Taking small steps backward. Only stopping when Madaline’s back was pressed against the screen of the front door.

He licked his bottom lip slowly before trying to lean in for another kiss. Madeline gave what seemed like a hiss. Pulling her chest forward, her neck stretching as she opened her mouth wide and bit down hard as if she were a snapping turtle. Her teeth only inches from snipping his bottom lip. He sighed pulling her hands further back. “Stop this! You love me. The fuck are you playing games with me for?”

His voice was rasp and husked, even broken as he spoke. He leaned down once more for a kiss. Only to feel a shock of pain as her forehead connected with his nose. With his free hand, he gripped his nose and tilted his head back. A wicked grin on her face as she let out a satisfied sigh. Looking down at her, with a dark erotic glare. Hands still stuck behind her back. Without warning, he kicked open their front door. His free hand tightly grasping her neck as he forced her back into the house. Only her tip-toes touching the floor as he lifted and placed her back against the living room wall.

“You test the fact that I do not hit females Madeline.”

He spoke.

Chest to chest, and only inches away from her lips. His tone… Dry and harsh.

She looked up through her deep curly locks. Her dark green eyes piercing up at him. She gave a witchy laugh before reaching up and licking the blood that had fallen to the corner of his lip. Surprised that she would do such a thing he drew back from her. Eyebrows pressed together with concern.

Concern soon turned to lust, a shiver running down his spine. Eyebrows relaxed. His body seemed to give off a growl as he bit his lip. Releasing his hold on her only to place both his hands on either side of her waist. Running his rough hands against her smooth skin in a frantic way.

His nails grazing her skin. On the other hand, Madaline had used her free hands to grip Jakes’s throat. Digging her nails in his skin deep. Trying to draw blood. Immediately Jake’s right hand flew behind her head. Digging his fist in her hair and forced her lips to his. Her hands grew tighter around his neck her lips parted slowly. Giving Jake enough room to slide his tongue in. The light moans from her mouth giving him all the permission he needed.

Right hand tangled in her hair, as the left one ripped her shirt from her skin. Revealing a flat stomach and perky creme breast trapped behind a bra. His hands falling to her thighs as he hoisted her over his waist. Legs wrapped around him while her hands gripped his shirt. Ripping it in two. FIngernails running over a defined tone chest.

He was able to make about three steps before he threw her against the wall hard. A small crack running along the wall behind her. A low umph escaping her mouth. Her nails digging into the back of his shoulders. Two more steps, his movements wild as he threw the nick-nacks from the living room table.

Throwing her along the table. Climbing on top of her.

Looking at the only beast that knew how to cure his madness.

~ Teanna Lyric