Page 169 of Under the Bed

“Kaleb.” A whisper. I go harder, dragging my cock out and forcing it back in. Her eyebrows knit. Her bottom lip trembles. “Kaleb. Kaleb. Fuck. I’m going to—I’m coming.”

“Good girl.” I grab her hips, giving her all of me. Taking everything she has to offer and then some. The agony. Her orgasm. Her life. “That’s a good fucking girl. I’m coming. Going to breed you. Fuck babies into you. You’ll be my filthy girl. You’ll have your belly swollen with our children, but it won’t stop me. Fuck no. I’ll have your sweet pussy every day. Fuck. Every goddamn day.”

That’s it. Can’t stand another second of holding my orgasm in. I empty myself inside while she’s still milking me, groaning her name over and over until there’s nothing left.

The door creaks open when I’m done.

Shiloh’s eyes are panicked.

Mine aren’t.

Yeah, these pricks heard me groan her name when I came.

They judged her for that, too.

It’s the last time they’ll be judging anyone, ever. I’ll make sure of that.

After I take care of her.

Shiloh.

The binding around her wrists must burn. I undo the knot and rub the skin that endured so much, so beautifully for me.

I overhear the bitch outside while the temperature in my body reaches an all-time high.

“Slut. I knew there was a reason why Professor Dempsey chose her to join us. God, Eddy, I hope you kick her skanky ass out. For good.”

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SHILOH

This is how I die. On campus grounds. In a bathroom stall.

With my stepbrother’s cum dripping down my thighs. My orgasm soaking his dick. My cheek pressed to the door.

My days as a student here are over. There’s no reputation to uphold. No future to give a fuck about.

Being called a slut by someone I won’t remember by next week shouldn’t hurt. Shouldn’t embarrass me.

Her comment stings, anyway.

Shame burns my throat. I’m confused. Don’t know what to do with myself. Where do I go from here? Will they leave? Let me have my walk of shame in peace?

I don’t think so.

I feel too much. I’m too weak to handle this.

I’m looking at Kaleb for answers while he releases, then rubs my wrists. Without a word, he shows me that he has all the solutions. He smooths down my skirt. Tucks himself in.

The girl outside rambles on and on. Reveling in her righteous monologue.

I hardly hear her. Hard to focus on anything as I’m being pulled into Kaleb’s embrace. He cups the back of my head. Wraps his arm around my waist.

His confidence is intoxicating. I inhale it, feeding on it like a vampire.

For a long minute, he’s just there. Being warm and reassuring. Lending me his strength.

“N-no need for name calling.” In my dazed, mortified state, I faintly recognize Eddy’s voice.

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