“Welcome to my world, Priss. He’s here every damn day, perfecting his shot.”
“He’s not already perfect? I swear, he’s shot like fifty rounds this morning.”
“He’s pretty perfect, but Kane is better. Jay won’t rest until he can outshoot his brother. And since he doesn’t have to sleep like the rest of us…”
“I want to hit him,” she growls. “With my car.”
Chuckling, I pull her back down and snuggle in so my cheek rests on her chest. She tenses up and turns rigid, but as I trail my fingers down her belly and onto her thighs, she relaxes – marginally – then hisses when I touch her slit.
“Mmm.” What do ya know? She’s wet, and when she starts panting in my ear, I nuzzle the side of her tit and grin. “You seem to have developed violent tendencies since we started hanging out.” I gently slide a single finger inside. Slowly, since I know she’s still a little sore.
My cock grows as I push my finger in and out. Soon it’ll be my dick. She’ll give herself to me soon. I know she will. And I’ll know she did it, even though she knew it would hurt, because she’s selfless and kinda… perfect.
“You’re so hot and wet, Abigail. And running people down with your car seems to turn you on.”
Snorting, she buries her nose in my hair and lets her legs drop open. “It doesn’t hurt as much this time.”
“Mm. Like I told you, we work up to the real thing. Bigger and bigger, until you can take my cock. Eventually, I’ll be able to slide inside without any warning, and it’ll hurt a little, but it’ll be the kind of hurt that makes you explode around me.”