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Author me says, Let that masked man catch you and f*ck you hard against a tree while the dead watch on. You do you, boo. Just make sure he brings his friends for round two and three, and they tag team you in the dark while you have orgasm after orgasm, screaming for them to f*ck you harder.
My ex broke up with me three weeks ago. Apparently, he read my diary and then demanded I tell him my deepest, darkest fantasy. It scared him enough he ran for the hills. Charles Williamson Jr. was as vanilla as they come.
it wasn’t enough. Chase me around the house, pull my hair, and give me something to get my blood pumping. This girl wants a damn orgasm that isn’t granted by her own hand.
“Pretty girls like you should not be in a place like this.” His voice is deep and husky. What I wouldn’t give for him to force me to my knees and tell me I’m a good girl. “Pretty girls have fantasies about this shit,” I mumble under my breath, and he lets my hair go. “Is that right? Well, I’ll give you a head start, and I suggest you don’t get caught. Because men like me will take what they want.”
I don’t wait for him to count further—there is only one way to find out.
chest. “If you keep doing that, I will fuck you against this tree.” “Oh no, please don’t!” Her words say one thing, but her tone hints at another as she pushes back into me again.
“Fuck you,” she seethes, jabbing her elbow back into my abs. “No, baby, I’m going to fuck you,” I say as I pull out of her. “I want you to run deeper into the dark, where only the dead can hear you scream.” She turns and blinks at me, and I step forward, pulling her jeans up a little. “If you want my cock again, run!”
“Next time, don’t get caught,” I growl out, “because two is better than one.”
“His wife is a bitch. She hates me because I live in sin.” “I heard that, Harlen. And she doesn’t hate you, she prays for you, there is a difference.” “No amount of prayer will keep things out of my ass. I keep telling you, a finger in the ass will change your life.”
“I’m twenty-four, not forty. And there is nothing wrong with fucking my best friends—our situation works for us. Maybe one day we will find a woman, yes, we, and then the town will have something else to gossip about.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t invite you, but it just happened. I made sure she consented—twice.” “Good boy, now spit on my cock and show me how well you take me.”
“You will always be mine, Eli. Fucking always. I don’t mind sharing you with North, or a pretty girl,”
Her cries of pleasure fill the room as I match my pace to Eli’s. Finding someone like Lily is like finding a needle in a haystack. This is going to be a wild ride.
“The town has painted us as the bad guys, though they might tolerate you a little more because you are the nicer one. As for Lily, we can tell her eventually, or not. Either way, a few harmless fucks to show her that her kinks are not a bad thing, like her douche of an ex told her, will make her feel good about herself. If you don’t believe us, come watch.”
“They told me, and I hate to break it to you, but women can be friends with men and vice versa without being sleazy. What they do is none of my business. But hey, I should add it to my list of kinks: screwing strangers in public, check, being chased, check, watch three hot men get it on, unchecked.”
“No, what is happening to our town? First, we have to deal with the gays, and now this woman is promiscuous.” Lily snorts. “Oh no, I’m a lady of the night. Lock up your husbands.”
Oh, and I’m firmly on the ‘I hate Tom Morgan’ bandwagon. The guy’s an asshole. Would you believe he tried to warn me away from Eli? Look at him, he is a big teddy bear . . . well, a muscly teddy bear.”
“She isn’t going anywhere with you.” My eyes widen—that voice. I turn around and face Eli. “It’s you,” I whisper. He nods, sadness deep in his gaze. I don’t know why he looks sad, but I jump into his arms and smash my lips to his, one hand firmly on either side of his face as he holds me tightly to him. Hopefully, Charles gets the message loud and clear.
