Page 81 of Die for You
“I’m going to fuck you rough against this locker now, angel. Your pussy is going to take a hard pounding, and then it’s going to take every drop of my cum.” I nip at her earlobe, and her fingers curl between mine. “Brace yourself.”
I pull back until the tip is all that remains inside her. She waits with bated breath in the ensuing seconds of silence. Her muscles taut as she braces herself.
Then I thrust my hips forward as hard and fast as I can.
Aurora screams, losing herself on my cock the second time my cock strikes that spot deep inside her. She screams and convulses as I pump inside her, thesmack, smack, smackof my skin against her ass echoing around us. “That’s it, beautiful. Come on my cock. Just try to cry out my name with that gag in your mouth.”
She tries, a muffled, incoherent version of my name warbling from her throat.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come so hard.” Her pussy pulses around my length violently, nearly pushing me out, but I stay deep inside her until my balls tighten to the point of pain and the pleasure bursts in my head, driving out every thought.
I groan, pumping leisurely but harder than ever as I spill inside her. She’s a whimpering mess between me and the locker. “That’s it, beautiful. Take every drop. You’re such a good girl, taking everything you’re given.”
When I finally pull out of her and release her hands, she yanks the panties out of her mouth and tosses them at my chest. I catch them, soaked with her saliva.
“I won’t be needingthoseanymore.” She attempts to glare at me. I love when she pretends to be defiant.
“Don’t worry.” I grin at her. “I’ll put them to good use.”
She rolls her eyes but can’t help smiling as she tugs her clothes back into place and fixes her hair. I do the same before stuffing her panties in my bag. On the bench, my phone lights up.
Unknown
I miss you Knoxy
A string of emojis follow. Kissy faces and hearts.
Monica.
I’ve had her blocked for years. She must’ve hung onto my number. How many times does she need to be told to fuck off before she leaves me the hell alone?
Part of me is tempted to text back, demanding to know what she wants, but to Monica, any attention is good attention. She’ll take my response as an invitation.
“Who’s that?” Aurora peers over my shoulder to view my screen.
“Monica,” I grumble, turning off the screen.
Rory’s brows furrow. “Why haven’t you blocked her?”
“I did. She must’ve gotten a new number.”
She folds her arms, and I can’t tell if she’s pissed at me or Monica. Jealous, maybe? She’s got nothing to be jealous of. I’d pick a rock over Monica any day. Aurora should know by now that no one compares to her.
“Don’t respond. Just block her again. Don’t give another second of your time to someone who doesn’t deserve it.”
That brings a smile back to my face. “Yeah? What do I deserve, Rory?”
She mulls this over. “Respect. Kindness. Compassion.”
“Maybe a girl who would serenade me with her violin and pretty voice?” I tease. She still hasn’t been willing to play in front of us. It shouldn’t bother me as much as it does, but it’s a gnawing feeling I can’t shake off.
She bats her lashes at me before striding for the door. “Maybe a girl who will blow you in the locker room and make you breakfast in the morning.”
“I get breakfast too?” I follow her, a pep in my step I didn’t have before she waltzed into the locker room. “Chocolate chip pancakes? With waffles?”
“All the carbs and sugar you could want,” she promises.
Before we can leave the room, my ringtone blares. My stomach drops.
