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"Axe p-please stop, please," I plead, screaming and crying.

"Don't worry, my darling, I'm going to make you feel good." He grunts, removing his fingers from where they were violating me.

His hands move between us, and I find the opening I need. I shove him hard as he gets his member out of his jeans, causing him to tumble to the side, and I quickly scramble to get up.

I make it just past the counter when he grabs hold of my hair again, yanking me back, and I cry.

"I don't fucking think so," he growls, shoving me over the counter, his hand holding my cheek pressed against it as he spreads my legs. "You are fucking mine, Aurora, and it's time for you to understand it."

I feel him place his member at my dry entrance, and I start screaming, "Please stop, no stop, stop!" He ignores my pleas, and shoves himself inside me, tearing through my innocence, and I vomit over the counter; I couldn't stop it even if I tried.

I feel like someone is tearing through me from the inside out.

"Fuck, yea, you feel good…. I knew you saved your virginity for me." He groans, and I sob, pain hitting me hard down below. "This is it now, baby. Two years, that's all we have to wait until I can get rid of Hannah, then you and I can go public. You're my girl, my woman," he continues as he thrusts into me.

My body stops fighting as wetness can be felt down my legs, wetness that I know is blood. My mind blanks, knowing I can't fight him off.

I feel like I'm looking down at myself, begging to fight, not to let this happen, but my body has frozen in place, the horror of my situation not hitting home yet.

All I can feel is dirty, and all I wish for is to die….

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Sniper – Twenty-Six Years Old

I grunt, slamming my hips forward as Lia moans, “Yes, Sniper, harder,” gripping the edges of the desk.

I grin, gripping her black bob tighter, pulling her back, causing her to arch her back more, and I go deeper inside her, making her cunt flutter around my cock, sucking me in, and I groan.

My balls tighten, the need to come pulling me, and I lean over Lia. Keeping one hand in her hair, I move my other between her and the desk, finding her clit.

I pinch it hard, causing her to scream as wetness drips over my fingers, her walls squeezing me tight enough for my cock to like it, and I moan, my balls ready to burst. Quickly I pull out of her.

I grip her hair, yanking her back, making her moan like the little pain slut she is, and she turns around, getting on her knees as I yank the condom off. She opens her mouth, and I push my cock inside as she wraps her lips around me.

God, this feels fucking amazing.

She sucks, then swallows around my length, and I moan, looking up at the ceiling as I come down the throat, feeling it tighten around me every time she swallows, accepting my cum.

Breathing hard, I allow her to lick my cock clean, enjoying the feel of her tongue.

“Fuck, Lia, that’s it, clean me up…” I rasp, and she does as I ask before licking the tip and looking at me with a grin. Her mascara is smudged under her eyes and is trailing her cheeks.

Fuck, I love my life.

“Sniper, baby, you have a call,” Lia calls out an hour later, and I groan, yanking the spanner off the nut, and moving from underneath the hood of Momma’s truck, narrowly avoiding banging my head.

I look over toward Lia, noticing that she’s undone her white blouse halfway again, like she’s hoping for more. I ask, “Is it important?”

I really need to get Momma’s truck done today. Her cambelt fell off yesterday, and they are fucking pains to change, and instead of buying a new truck like she wanted, Dad decided I can fix it, since Momma doesn’t deserve a new truck.

Something about accidentally scratching his Harley with the grocery bags….

Lia bites her bottom lip, looking at me seductively like I didn’t just fuck her over the receptionist's desk an hour ago. I roll my eyes and snap, “Lia? Phone call, important or not?”

She clears her throat and states, “It’s Snake.”

“Ah fuck…” I mutter.

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