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“That’s it. Right fucking there. Bastian never lets me take control.” I hear the familiar moan of my fiancée as I walk through my house to my bedroom.
“She’s a fighter. A fucking spitfire. Resilient in ways that put grown men to shame. She’s been thrown to the lions and became the tamer.”
Vous ne pouvez pas être très intelligent si vous n'avez jamais rien fait de stupide.
“The entire time was a mind fuck. Between some waterboarding-style tactics when I first came to, the horrifying things they did to Samantha in front of me, the asshole who tried to assault me, and finding out my mo- Elise is part of some new world order type of organization, I need more time to process it all,”
I moan at my level of control over myself, imagining how it would be to have Ariah under my control, tied up with her pussy spread open like a gift at Christmas time.
“She was good enough to be one the original Selected and not a replacement for dead girls,” Lev challenges.
“Whatever you say, Bash. Just remember to take your own advice. Or are you one of those, ‘those who can’t do, teach’ people?”
“I wouldn’t be smiling if I were you. It’s only a matter of time before you get everything you deserve and you’re kicked back to the
“Don’t go getting bashful on me now. Which buddy are you quinting on first? My vote is for Owen. He looks like a crazy fuck in the bed. The choke you while he rearranges your insides type,”
“You’ll shut the hell up, or I’ll find Sebastian and fuck him for spite while you’re tied to a chair and make you watch as I ride him until he screams my name.”
feel my dick jerk, and I have to bite my lip. Tonight isn’t about sex. I’m going to give my girl the night of her life and let her feel like a teenager for once— carefree. She deserves a break— no, more than a break, and it’s my mission to ensure we give her that.
“I could give you so many cliché answers. Like the first time I saw you, I just knew. But it’s deeper than that. It’s deeper than superficial. I feel you on a soul-deep level, Ariah. I feel you pumping through my veins— it’s like I need to breathe you in to survive. You own me, and you don’t even realize that you do, Love.”
We don’t usually share, but with Ariah, if the idea of me fucking Owen turned her on, I’d do it, and I know he would too.
“Use your words. I want to hear you beg for me to stretch you open and have your virgin pussy weeping over my fat cock,”
You did this idiot— now you need to fix it— no, you need to nurture it.
Sighing, I mumble, “A guy can’t get five minutes to jerk himself off to thoughts of his girl.
‘Until this bullshit twisted bridal hunt is over, you’ll need to wear a condom.’
‘A promise is a comfort to a fool,’
“Wy, she’s wrapped around my dick so good right now. Her fucking pussy is like a vice.”
“Your pleasure belongs to us tonight. The only ones making you come will be us. Don’t touch what’s not yours to take, Love,” Wyatt commands.
“You like that, don’t you, Love? The idea of both of us stuffing you full is making you hotter, isn’t it? Is your pussy drenching Owen’s dick right now? Are you picturing what it will feel like when it’s more than just O and I?”
At this moment, I feel wholly and utterly owned. “Look how fucking beautiful you look with your tight pussy and smart mouth filled with our dicks. I knew you’d be our good girl,”
“I’m going to love watching you take my friend deep into your tight snatch. I’m going to watch your pussy swallow every pierced inch of him until you feel him in your lungs.”
“Look at how wet she is, O. You’re fucking soaked, Love,”
“Mmhmm, you taste like sin.” Yup, I’m going to die right here.
“God, Angel. How the fuck does your mouth feel like heaven, and your pussy feel like home,”
“Because Wyatt is a schemer and in his mind, she’s our end game,” I state.
“It was our girl’s first time, and I didn’t want you assholes to miss the moment. You fucks were late though.”
“How do you know she wanted us there? She loathes Wes and me.”
“Our girl is a bit of an exhibitionist. One that likes to be watched and gets extremely wet at the prospect of us filling all of her holes.”
Fuck, my dick is going to fall off at this rate.
It’s time for sleeping beauty to wake the fuck up and realize there’s no handsome prince or a happily ever after for him.
“Where I’m going to shove my dick once I get my hands on that stupid Bradford bitch. I’ve seen pictures of her. That fat ass of hers will look good stuffed with my cock. Just like yours did. How does it feel to fuck both mother and daughter?”
lower my head until my mouth presses to her neck, planting a light kiss and inhaling her calming scent. Finally, it’s quiet. Peace—is my last thought as my eyes close, and the dreams that normally haunt me are nowhere to be found.
“Angel, get your fine ass out of that bathroom. I don’t give a fuck about morning breath,”
highlighting the reaper in his sleeve tattoo. The scythe looks almost real, like it would harvest my soul if it touched me.
“You’re thinking about that night, aren’t you, Angel— the way Wy and I filled you as Wes, Lev, and Seb watched?”
“Is the thought of them all lusting for you with their dicks hard in their pants turning you on right now? Is that what has your tight cunt weeping while trying to hold my hands hostage?”
“You're going to carve an ‘A’ into my chest.” Sexy, crazy man fucking me say what now?
“You can and you will. I’ve never needed something or someone as much as I need this from you, Angel.”
“One day soon, I’m going to fuck you on that bench. You’ll be on all fours, with my knife in your ass and my cock in your stomach.”
“Not that I’d ever be caught, but don’t tempt me, Love. The idea of my baby growing in your belly because I filled you with my cum has its appeal.”
“Can’t do that, Dove. You see, we like the idea of having you at our mercy,”
“That’s where you’re wrong. You haven’t seemed to figure it out yet. I can do whatever the fuck I want—we can do whatever the fuck we want. It’s you who has no control over anything,”
Because where else would you take garbage on a date but to the dump? Then I put my car back in drive and head to see my heart.
“Well, this isn’t what I had in mind when you said ‘preparing for our presentation on women’s suffrage’,” Wyatt’s voice shocks us apart. Both our heavy breaths are audible when I turn to see the shit-eating grin on Wyatt’s face.
“Your mom mentioned I should get you to cook for me. I’m looking forward to seeing just how skillful you are.” Was that a double entendre? I want to say you’ll more than find out how skillful I am in and out of the kitchen, but I don’t want to push my luck. The energy between us might have been hot that night, but that doesn’t mean she wants to know what it feels like to have my ropes imprinting against her delectable ass.
“Bitch, I’m the secret ingredient,”
“Keep your legs open, or I’ll tie them up,” I growl against her pussy. Her only response is another moan of pleasure and a clench around my fingers.
the look on her face in the classroom. “You knew all this and didn’t say anything!”
