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But here I am.
“You sure you want me to do that?” The question is as ragged as my exhale.
“I fucking want it, Crayton. Trust me.”
My jaw tightens as I render a powerful stroke, making Rebecca scream, and she barely holds back from pushing against the advance when I do it again.
“No moving.” I remind her, hitting even faster and harder, leaving arousal tinged with blood to drip down her legs.
This shit is fucking depraved, even for me.
And there’s no doubt in my mind it’s what has the pre-cum beading at the tip of my cock.
This girl looks as sweet as an angel—but she’s a psycho just like me.
We’re both on fire as I lose control for a few more moments…ruthlessly fucking Rebecca until she sounds like a wounded animal crying desperately for help.
Reality sets in when she’s on the verge of climaxing, so against her demands I pull the barrel out of her cunt, holding the gun tight as I replace it with my cock.
I lift Rebecca with my free hand, pressing her against my chest once again as I take over fucking her.
My thrusts are vicious, but a lot less deadly. Which allows me to get lost in her even more. I crane Rebecca’s neck to kiss her hard, swallowing every single one of her cries with brute force.
Seconds later she’s coming apart all over my cock.
I follow after, grunting and jerking as I hold deep inside her, spilling every single drop of cum until she’s filled to the hilt.
Both of our chests are heaving by the time I retreat, and Rebecca just manages to get her pants back on before falling against the hood of my car.
I, on the other hand, let it air dry and take full advantage of the treat she left on my pistol. Licking a line up the barrel, Rebecca watches with amusement.
“We are seriously fucked up.”
No lies detected.
Another line licked. “Little bit.”
A loud “ha” bursts from her lips as she taps the hood of my car. “Takethat, Raven.”
She’s fucking ridiculous.
“Are you seriously bragging?”
Rebecca blows on her nails. “There’s only room for one female in your life, Shaw, and she’s a ghost not a bird.”
37
BEX
After recovering from Crayton-Bex sexual debauchery, we decided to take a drive around in Raven since the weather allowed for it. So, after a quick stop at a peanut stand, where Crayton got us both some snacks and coffees, we parked by the piers to watch the river pass us by.
Been here ever since…passing the time with innocent glances, conversation, even contradicted the innocence in the glances with a heated makeout sesh.
Which I had to pump the brakes on before it went too far.
By far I mean fucking on the bench next to some old couple.
Twisting off the cap of my pill bottle, Crayton watches as I pop a tablet in my mouth.
