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“You’re sick. Get off me.”
He chuckles, pushing himself up and off of me. The secondhe pulls out I feel an odd emptiness right before a the foreign slick feeling is present between my thighs and I realize it’s his cum leaking out of me.
I squeeze my thighs together, trying to stop it, right as Colin looks down with a smile. “That’s right, keep it all in there for me.”
“Ugh,” I groan, quickly standing up despite my weak legs and doing my best to ignore the feeling of liquid running down my thighs.
I grab my blanket to wrap around myself while glaring at the all too satisfied man. I start to try and walk away, but realize I probably look ridiculous. Colin’s low chuckle practically confirms it. “It’s cute watching you try to walk. Like a newborn baby deer.”
He stalks toward me, still naked and I see the streak of blood on his cock making my breath hitch. He grabs my throat, pulling me against him again, and uses his thumb to tilt my chin up to look at him. “You marked me too. You’re not getting away from me, babe. This is just getting started.”
He lets go roughly, and walks toward the door.
“Two can play your sick little game,” I call out, but all he does is laugh right before my door slams shut.
I slouch onto my bed, and think about the fact that I did try to play his sick game, and this is how it ended. I was meant to tease and edge him, and yet now here I am, no longer a virgin with my stepbrothers cum inside me.
Clearly, I’m the one that’s been played, and it won’t happen again.
Chapter 16
Colin
If I didn’t leave Mayson’s room right away I was about to shut her smart mouth again by throwing her face down on the bed and not holding back this time. I look down at the blood on my cock and part of me doesn’t want to wash it off. I want the physical reminder that I’m her first, and her only. I want her to remember it too.
Part of me thought if I had her that this obsession I’ve had for years would go away and I could get back to normal. But it’s the opposite because now that I’ve felt her hot, tight little cunt squeeze me I want her even more. I want her every second of the day if it was possible.
I want to walk around with her consistently impaled on my dick. I want everyone to know she’s full of my cum, and always will be.
The temptation to go back into her room is overwhelming; I know if I don’t get further away from her I’m going to burst back in there. I toss on some clothes, and leave the house to go to the campus gym. It’s the middle of the night, but Idon’t care.
I would’ve thought my body would be ready to crash after finally getting to have Mayson, but I’m more amped up than ever. I blast my music as I drive the short distance, then keep it going in my headphones as I head inside and warm up with a jog. It doesn’t take long for me to realize that’s not enough and I switch to the weights.
My music is so loud I can’t hear the clanking of weights together. Even as my muscles burn and ears are flooded with the heavy music, I can’t stop thinking about Mayson’s moans, how she looked naked underneath me, head thrown back, her swollen lips open as the breathy sounds left her.
How she was the hottest, tightest thing I’ve ever felt.
I drop the weight again on my last set, and cover my face with my hands while I try to get my shit together.
One of my earbuds is taken out of my ear, and I stand to punch whoever the fuck decided that was a good idea. My teammate, Walker, immediately hands the headphone back and keeps his hands up, backing away from me like he knows he’s two seconds away from getting decked in the jaw.
“The fuck is your problem, Bradford?” I snap, turning the music off so I can hear whatever stupid things he wants to tell me.
“Sorry Masters,” he stammers. “Just wanted to see if you’re good. I didn’t expect anyone else to be here this late.”
“I’m fucking fine.” I grab my rag from the bench and wipe my face. “Don’t ever do that shit again.”
“S-sorry.”
I storm out of the gym, not wanting to continue to be there if I’m not alone. Which means I’m going back home and I know if I see Mayson, I won’t be able to stay away from her.
The house is dark when I get back, there’s no sign of her even as I walk up to my room, not looking at her door for too long before I go through my room into my bathroom. As I stripout of my sweaty clothes and step under the scalding spray of the shower I look down to see the water tinge with color as Mayson’s blood is washed away.
The sight of it going down the drain pisses me off. So much so that when I get out of the shower, I head straight to the kitchen, unplugging and taking the coffee machine into my room. The best part is that I can lock my door from the inside, unlike hers, so she’s going to hate me even more in the morning.
And I can’t wait for the fight that will ensue.
The next morning,I wake up from my alarm and glare at my screen seeing the time because Mayson should’ve left for class already and she didn’t come by banging down my door. Unless she overslept; the thought fills me with more pride than it should thinking it’s because of me and what we did.
