I’ve been trying to hold off my feelings for them as long as I could, but I know now that what we have is inevitable. It has been from the moment I walked into that school and laid eyes on the four damaged, rich boys. Now, all I need to do is break the fourth one and bring him down to the other’s level.
“I love you, Dean!” I cry out. His eyes flash with a tenderness that has my heart racing.
“I love you too, my Queen,” he growls, as his hands shoot out to grab ahold of my hips. We work together, controlling my movements. My mind is hazy, dizzy, and spinning from my sexual high. The feeling of his cock rubbing against all the right places inside of me while my clit rubs against his pelvic bone as I grind down into him.
“Just like that. So fucking beautiful,” Dean praises, and I love it. “Cum for me, my heart. Coat my cock in that sweet, sweet cream of yours.”
Dirty talk, if done right, is so fucking hot.
“Your cock, fuck, it’s so big. I can feel it beating my fucking cervix to a bloody pulp.”
Okay, so his dirty talk is better than mine, sue me.
He lets out a deep chuckle that rattles his chest and makes my pussy quiver and gush around him. It turns into a curse as I pick up the pace. My tits bounce as I rise up before slamming back down, over and over, as I grip the back of my throne until my knuckles turn white.
I’m there, I can feel it. And I know he's close too.
“I don't think I can last much longer. I swear once we do this more often I’ll be able to fuck you until your young, dumb, and full of cum.” I burst out into a giggle at his Eminem reference. “But, right now, there's no hope for me. You’re so fucking wet, and it feels too damn good. The way your pussy is gripping me right now... I’m done for.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I chant as I feel my orgasm surging to the top, and exploding like fireworks on the Fourth of July. “Dean!” I scream as I cum violently. My body collapses in on itself as I shake out my release. Dean continues to work my hips, prolonging my climax as he finds his. He bites my shoulder, roaring in pleasure from his own orgasm. Hot jets of cum fill my core, causing me to shiver and squeeze his dick in delight as he marks me as his.
“Are you two done yet?” Axel snaps, popping my happy, little, horny bubble.
Dean and I look at each other for a moment as my face morphs with my anger.
I climb off his dick, and slip the straps off of my shoulders so my dress can easily slide to the floor.
Stalking towards Axel like a naked goddess with Dean's cum dripping down my leg, I stop before him.
“Are you jealous because everyone in this room is getting some, and you're not?” I taunt, running the tips of my fingers against the stubble on his cheek that leads to his beard.
“No,” he says through gritted teeth, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. “Put some fucking clothes on.”
The crack of my hand against his cheek echoes through the room.
“You will not speak to me like that,” I warn, my voice low and dangerous. Hurt creeps around the edges of my heart that he still won't accept me.
“How do you expect me to think when you're standing here like this? Freshly fucked and glowing. You drive me fucking mad, Harlow McKaven,” he growls. It’s all the warning I get before his lips are on mine in a violently, broken kiss. My mind is trying to get a grip on what the fuck is going on, but my body is already responding. My lips part for him, allowing him to slip that tongue inside to battle with mine. I moan as I lean into him, demanding more. Our bodies fuse together as he bites and nips at my lower lip before diving back in for more. It’s like something inside me clicks, like the last piece of the puzzle snaps into place. Then, it's over. He rips his mouth away from mine, leaving me to catch my balance at the sudden loss of him. He looks at me with longing before it morphs into his regular anger and he storms out of the room. I take a moment to be stunned and heartbroken before grabbing the gun from my holster on my thigh. I fire off a few shots at the door as I let out a frustrated scream. “Fuck you, you fucking asshole!”
I’m vibrating with anger as frustrated tears slide down my cheeks. Three bodies crowd me like a protective bubble, soothing me, praising me, loving me as they tell me it's gonna be okay and he will come around... eventually. As much as him walking away like that hurts, I know one thing for sure. He loves me, because you don't kiss someone you hate the way he claimed my soul through my lips while also demanding everything from me with that one action.
Soon, Axel Ledger, you will be mine.Even if I have to beat the denial out of you.