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by
Angel Lawson
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March 24 - March 28, 2024
“Who knew you’d go from that shy little virgin to such an eager little cocksucker, hm?”
She did it because she wanted it, and she had the time of her fucking life. So when you’re up there tonight, trying to sneak your dick into her, you remember the reason she’s so wet.” On my way up the stairs, I call back, “You’re welcome.”
Story bites her bottom lip, looking up at me with those big doe eyes. “Please?” And that’s how I spend the next hour perched on the roof of Killer’s truck, legs folded, the hood of my jacket raised as the rest of LDZ rolls in, three or four deep.
She pulled out those eyes and that goddamn ‘please’, and I pray to fucking god she never realizes how much of a sucker the three of us are for it, because suddenly, here I am, driving us to South Side.
“It looks funny.” I glare harder. “Your face looks funny.” “Yeeeah.” He nods, accepting this as a fair assessment. Jesus. Six-year-olds. So soulless, you can’t even insult them.
But if there’s one person in the cab of the truck who owns the other, it’s her. I belong to Story Austin. And I’m pretty sure I always have.
“You’d be wrapped around me like a greedy, pot-scented monkey. Tristian would be completely naked and flexing his pecs, even in his sleep. And Killian would probably spend two hours pacing around the bed, trying to find the most subtle way to jerk off into my mouth with the two of you blocking his usual runway.” Sighing, I meet his gaze, concluding, “It’d be insufferable.”
“You think I wanted him?” The anger rises again. “You saw your father molesting me and thought I was seducing him? What is wrong with you?!”
No literally
“About the fact our Lady has been playing us.”
AHHHHH
“You drugged me, tied me up, and then fucked me. You know what that’s called right?” This makes her eyes go tight, smile sharpening. “A taste of your own medicine.”
Period!!!!
“Go ahead. It’ll be the only ‘D’ you’ll ever give me.”
“Goodnight, Dimitri.”
“I remember.”
“You’re Ted.” Propping an elbow on the arm of the chair, he slowly swivels side-to-side, pinning me under his fierce gaze. “And you’re my Sweet Cherry.”
The hard truth is that Tristian probably loves her. The harder truth is that maybe we all do.
