Page 133 of Brutal Little Secrets
Damon pulls his fingers out of me, leaving my pussy wet and aching. I try to jerk away from Cam, but his hold is too tight on my hair. Damon grabs my hips and slams his cock deep into me.
I cry out and Cam thrusts into my mouth. So fucking good. They fuck me together, thrusting in deep, making me gag, brushing my womb. I moan around Cam’s cock as my release washes over me, fast and hard, pulsing around Damon’s cock.
“What a good little slut, coming all over my cock.” Damon digs his fingers into my hips as he holds me still for his brutal thrusts. “You’re so wet I could fuck your ass with your cum.”
I clench around him as he chuckles. He spits, and it lands on my asshole. He spreads it with his thumb before pressing his thumb inside. I whimper at the stretch. My insides are a tangle of desire and nerves and adrenaline.
I’d let him fuck my ass. I’m helpless to resist him at this point, but I’m sure it will hurt.
Damon will take care of me. He promised.
“Fuck, little devil. You must want me to fuck that ass. Such a good little cum slut.” Damon presses his thumb in deeper andfucks me harder. “Too bad I want to fill this pretty little cunt. Your ass will have to wait its turn.”
Cam keeps fucking my mouth as Damon fucks my pussy and fingers my asshole. I shiver and never quite come down from the high. They keep pushing me higher until it’s almost too overwhelming. Damon quickens his strokes and groans as he fills my pussy. When he pulls out, he smacks my ass.
Cam pulls me off his cock. “I don’t want to fill your throat tonight.”
Hawk kneels in front of me to brace me as Cam goes behind me.
When Cam thrusts into my pussy, I release my breath. That feels so fucking good. My head hangs down and the thick feel of him inside makes me moan and push back against him.
“So warm, goody. So sloppy wet from all of us.” He pulls out, and I feel his fingers slipping in the mess between my legs. “Need to make you come again.”
His fingers rub my clit as he fucks me hard. I’m already so close, everything so sensitive. I make a noise like an animal as I shatter.
Cam groans as my pussy milks him for everything he has. Like I haven’t gotten enough. His cock jerks as he paints my insides. I collapse against Hawk as Cam pulls out of me. My thighs are wet and sticky. I don’t think my legs could carry me if I wanted them to.
“Better than last time?” Hawk asks as he lifts me into his arms.
I wrap my arms around his neck and sigh against his neck. “So much better.”
Damon runs his hand along my bare hip. “I’m bringing lube next time.”
I give him a sloppy smile and sigh. This is everything I ever wanted.
“Feeling better?” I ask.
He smirks. “If you want to do this every time my dad makes me angry, I won’t say no, little devil.”
Chapter 40
EvanAnn
My thighs press against the outside of Damon’s as we ride to school. He offered to drive his car, but fuck it, if we’re going to make an entrance, we might as well make an entrance. Cam and Hawk ride beside us.
I haven’t ridden with Cam yet. I’m sure I will, but it’s weird I haven’t. Is it intentional? He seems to ride the same as the others, but he doesn’t have a spare helmet on his bike.
It’s something to focus on besides walking into school with everyone aware these guys are fucking me.
I’m confident Olivia probably said they were just fucking me. Not that I was their girlfriend or that we love each other. No, that would have looked bad for her. To her, I’m fucking the guy she wants.
So her making sure everyone thinks I’m just a slut would make her feel better. I’m just hoping the video that Cam posted of Olivia takes some of the heat off me.
My chest feels tight as we pull into the parking lot. I don’t know what’s going to happen at school, but I know this is going to change everything. I’m an actor, so I don’t mind standing in the spotlight, but there’s something satisfying about stayingbehind the camera. Being the one pulling the strings, controlling the action.
We stop, and I climb off the bike. Before I lift my hands, Hawk is in front of me, undoing the chin strap and taking the helmet off. Some girls make disbelieving sounds behind me. One coughswhore.
My hair is in a French braid this morning. So I don’t have to worry about helmet hair. My scalp is still a little tender from Cam pulling my hair last night.
