Page 48 of Breaking Boston

My whole body relaxes, the pain fades, and I almost forget that Remy's assault left me covered in bruises. I could still feel the beginning stages of dope sickness making its way into my bones, but I was trying to hold off for as long as possible. I wanted to get clean, and a part of me was ready, but the majority was not. I didn't know what I needed to finally reach there, but I was hoping that being with Lux and Donovan would help me figure it out.

I knew one thing was certain, and that was the fact that I wanted Remy, Bobby, and Debbie dead, and I wanted it to be atmyhands. I also wanted whoever was responsible for murdering my parents dead, too, but I had no idea who was behind it.

Lux and Donovan were my family now, and I trusted them with my life.

Taking another hit from the blunt, I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. I knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but I was determined to see it through. And as the high from the weed washed over me, I couldn't help but smile at the two men beside me who had every piece of my heart. They always had it, but now there was no denying it.

TWENTY

THE CONDOM

DONOVAN

With Lux gone, I'm left alone with Boston, planning out how we're going to take Remy out. She teases me, licking her lips and spreading her legs, dressed only in my t-shirt. I can't take my eyes off of her and she fucking knows it.

"What do you keep looking at me like that for?" I ask, inching closer to her on the couch.

"What, I can't look at you? Maybe I like what I see," she giggles, the bruises on her face clearing up nicely.

"Look at me all you want, Little Bird." I stand up, an idea popping into my head. "Matter of fact, get the fuck up."

She smiles and stands up slowly, knowing that she's fucking with me on purpose. I grab her and throw her over my shoulder, her bare ass in my face, taunting me, so I slap it. When we get to my room, I drop her onto the bed, looking down at her with nothing but admiration in my eyes. I rip my clothes off and snatch her off the bed.

“You want me to fuck you, Little Bird? You want me to beat that pussy up even more than I already have?” I grab her throat and squeeze it until her face turns red, becoming aroused by the feeling of her veins pulsing underneath my fingers.

“Ye…yes…” she speaks in a hoarse whisper, her eyes bulging the tighter I grip her throat.

I push her thick thighs apart and shove my hand between them, checking to see how wet she is. She’s fucking drenched. I rub my hand over her pussy, spreading her arousal all over her lips and swiping a layer along her ass, before I spin her around and force her down on her stomach.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," I praise her, pushing my shirt up so her body is on full display.

I get behind her and slap her chubby little ass, leaving a bright red handprint behind that has her moaning into the fucking pillow. After rolling a condom on my cock, I spread her voluptuous ass cheeks apart, gathered a mouthful of spit, and let it drop to her asshole, intensely watching as it slowly trickled down to her pussy before dripping onto the bed.

"Why are you wearing a condom?" she asks, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder.

"Because we're going to have a little fun with it." I smirk, giving her ass another slap that makes her wince from the stinging pain.

And I fucking love it.

I guide my cock to Boston's tight opening and sink right into her. She squeals and tenses up, but briefly, and then she’s rocking back against me as I thrust brutally into her ass. I dig my fingers into the doughy flesh on her hips, and pound into her with wicked strokes that have my balls smacking against her pussy with each thrust. She groans and trembles, grabbing desperately at the bedsheet.

“Fuck, Little Bird. God, you're such a fucking good little slut," I grunt through clenched teeth, unable to conceal the vile, sadistic side of myself that I try to keep hidden.

“Mhm yeah… I... I'm your... I’m your…slut.” She manages to speak in between thrusts while still clutching the sheet for dear life.

I fuck Boston with brutal, vicious blows that cause her muscles to tighten up around my cock as I slam into her. The sounds of her grating groans are finally drowned out by the city noise, which roars in through the open window.

Then I feel it.

My toes start to tingle, and the sensation travels up my legs, sending sharp, pleasurable jolts to my sack, making it tighten and throb. I squeeze her waist and slam her back against me, burying my cock deep within her walls and shaking the bed relentlessly.

Before she can come, my cum spills into the condom, filling it fast and thick as my cock pulses in her ass. Without waiting for her, I pull out of her and spin her around so she's facing me, a sadistic grin on my face as I carefully remove the half-filled condom. The look she gives me is deadly, but it fucking turns me on.

"What the hell, Donovan? I didn’t even get off.”

"I know. Now shut up and sit up for me."

She complies rather quickly when I speak in a firm and demanding manner. In an instant, she's at eye level with my cock. She tilts her head back and looks up at me as I hold the condom over her mouth. I take the condom, one hand holding her hair, and tip it, obsessively watching my cum pour all over her face without even attempting to get it in her mouth.

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