My Ex's Roommates

by Rebel Bloom

“I’m so goddamn sick of everyone judging me and hurling their bullshit at me.” I closed in on Silas. “And you can sit there and say whatever nasty, mean things you have to say about me but it’s starting to look a little obvious that you’re just a little bitter that no rich boyfriend came along for you.”

I realized both Carter and Dylan were staring at me and raised my eyebrows at them. “What? I hope you’re not waiting on me to disagree with you. I’m fucking lucky I didn’t tent my pants last night. I think she would’ve come over the couch and strangled me.” “New kink unlocked.” Carter joked. “Having Harper Monroe strangle me while shouting in my face. Sounds like a good time.”

I licked my lips and watched his face pinch like he was in pain. “So just a blow job?” He let out a quiet laugh as he dropped his hand from my face. “No. I was thinking of owning your mouth while you kept your

pretty eyes on mine, even while you struggled to take it all. Nothing just about it.”

“I’m going to fuck you, Harper. I need to feel your tight cunt coming around my cock.” His filthy words made my body flood even wetter. I sat up and reached for him and he kissed me with the taste of my sex on his lips. “I want to feel you, Dylan.” He pulled me off the counter and spun me around so I went bent over it. Pushing my

legs farther apart, he slipped his fingers into me from behind while pressing kisses to my shoulder. “The sight of you like this, Harper… Fuck. The only thing better would be seeing my come dripping out of you.”

“I’ve never been very religious, Silas.”

“That just won’t do, princess.” He pushed me to my knees, one hand still in my hair. “Time to go to church.” I stared up at him, half in shock and half so incredibly turned on that everything he said sounded like a great plan. “Really, Silas?” His grin was devastatingly handsome. “What don’t you understand about me wanting you to worship my cock?”

took advantage and pushed a third finger in. Instantly, she

cried out and came, her body rocking back and forth on my legs as she rode my fingers. “Maybe you’re not a good girl, Harper, but tonight you’re going to be my good girl.” I pumped my fingers faster. “Come again.”

“Spread those thighs for me, princess.” He wrapped his arms around my thighs and tugged me down. “Don’t be shy now. Ride my face.”

feel building. “Such a bad girl, princess, letting your boyfriend’s friends come inside your pussy when you didn’t let him.” With that fucked up sentence, he thrust the rest of his length in deep and sank even lower, pinning me to the floor. He wrapped his arms under me and gripped my shoulders tight. “Tell me how you need to be fucked, princess. Ask me for it.”

He cupped my face and dragged my mouth up to his so he could kiss the hell out of me. Only when we were both struggling for air did he pull away. “What partners down

the road?

The way I see it, you’ve got everything you need...

His lips twitched like he was fighting a grin. “Best fucking sex of your life, right?”

Dylan smacked both of us on the back of our heads. Then he lost a fight with his own shit-eating grin. “So fucking good that I was seeing stars and counting out how long I needed to wait to ask her to marry me.”