Page 38 of Wrath

“Rip those fuckin’ clothes off. I wanna see some tit.” Another voice comes from behind me and when I go to spin around and land one on the fucker, Eden grabs my arm and forces my focus back onto her.

“It’s fine.” She takes another stuttered breath as she starts to unbutton her blouse, revealing the cute, white cotton bra she’s wearing beneath it. Taking my wrist she pulls my hand up to cover over one of her cups and earns herself a cheer from the sick bastards behind me.

She blushes, nervously, and waits for me to make the next move.

“I can’t.” I look down between us and feel my cheeks heat with blood as I point out the obvious problem. I spend half the time that I’m around Eden trying to stop myself from getting hard, now under these circumstances it looks like I’m having the opposite problem.

“It’s okay.” Her palm presses against my stomach, as her trembling fingers slide inside the waistband of my jeans, delicately brushing against my cock and attempting to stir it to life.

“I’ll be okay, Aaron,” she promises and I hate the fact, that despite what’s happening to her, she feels the need to reassure me. She leans forward, pressing soft, tender kisses on my neck, and it doesn’t take long for my cock to react to how good they feel.

“I’m not afraid,” she whispers, “just stay with me and I won’t be scared.”

“C’mon, take off her damn clothes!” Another impatient voice comes from behind me and this time I step up and help her shrug out of her shirt, then dropping it to the floor I take her chin between my thumb and finger and raise her mouth up to mine. The least I can do is kiss her and try to distract her from the fact we’re being watched.

Her lips tremble and when her tears flow freely, I taste the salt from them as they slip between our lips.

“It’s just me and you, forget about them, okay?” I loosen my belt, as she continues to stroke her fingers against my cock, andwhen she pulls her hand away so she can pull down her own jeans, I let my cock spring free.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” I whisper in her ear, scrunching her hair in my fist as my cock falls against her stomach. I use my body to shield as much of her as I can, and as she looks down between our bodies and she sees me hanging outta my jeans her eyes widen.

“I was gonna take my time, and make it as perfect as I could.” I keep my voice low so no one else can hear.

“It’s gonna hurt,” She can’t hide how scared she is, not from me.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ll be okay.” She looks up and smiles through her tears and her courage makes that lump in my throat even tougher to swallow.

“I wish it were different.” I wanna tear down the fuckin’ walls around us and raise Hell, and I swear each fucker standing behind me is gonna die for the part they’ve played in what’s happened here tonight.

“Times tickin’, son.” I hear my father’s voice and Eden shocks me when she reaches between us and takes me in her hand, pulling me through her dainty, little fist to turn my semi-hard cock painfully solid.

“I’ll be okay,” she promises me again.

“I don’t wanna hurt ya.” I lift under her thighs and raise her up against the wall, letting my cock slip between her pussy lips and hating that I’m starting to feel some pleasure from this fucked-up situation she’s in because of me.

“I think that's inevitable.” She smiles, still trying so hard to be brave, but I see the fear in her eyes and I’d tear out my own soul to make it go away.

“Just you and me,” I remind her, taking my cock in my hand and guiding it toward her tight, virgin hole.

“Just you and me.” She nods, unable to stop herself from gasping as I gently press inside her.

“C’mon, these boys traveled out here for a show, fuck her like she’s a whore.” The voice sounds like it belongs to Mac, and I do my best to ignore it as I slide another inch of my dick into Eden's warm, unexplored pussy.

“Ya good?” I check, bracing myself against the wall with one hand and holding her against me with the other.

“I’m fine.” She takes a steady breath and nods for me to continue then when she glances over my shoulder she makes a horrified gasp and quickly closes her eyes. Her whole body tenses and her breaths get faster and outta control. I grab her jaw and force her to look back at me.

“Listen, don’t think about them, focus on me. It’s just me and you, how it was always supposed to be,” I whisper, as I slide deeper inside her resistant walls. “Open your eyes. Look at me,” I tell her and when she does as I say, I find the strength inside myself to smile. “It’s just us, focus on me,” I remind her, pushing my cock all the way inside her and feeling her tear and stretch to make me fit. Her mouth drops open and her eyes stream more tears and I feel like the most useless bastard on the planet.

I’m ashamed of myself and I can’t imagine how humiliating this must be for her.

“I’m gonna move again now,” I warn her. Sliding out of her and then slowly thrusting back inside, I can feel her body clamping around me, holding onto me like a vice despite the pain in her eyes, and as hard as I try to drown out all the cheers and encouragement that’s coming from behind me, I can’t.

“Fuck her harder, son. Smash that tight, little cunt. She can tell her brother all about it when she visits him in South Boise.” My dad roars with laughter and as much as I wanna smash his face in I have to remain calm, I can’t lose control right now. I have to get us through this

“You can go faster, I can take it.” She slides her hands into my hair and drags me closer to shelter her face.

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