Page 239 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

And she shaves…everywhere.

My cock throbs, and I grimace as I try to fight off each new wave of lust crashing through me.

It was like I was in a trance, back there. I’d had one hand on my cock, throttling it through my jeans as if that would somehow control the dark, savage urges flooding my body.

It hadn’t helped.

Fuck.

Fuck!

If someone hadn’t arrived…

I was seconds away from stepping into that bathroom and claiming Indi for my own. No more of this fucking around. I wanted to pin her to the bathroom floor and fuck her until she begged me to stop—and then screamed my name when she came. I wanted to leave marks on her pale body, on those glorious curves of her.

My eyes flash open, and I stare reluctantly at my cock where I have it in a fist.

What the fuck is this girl doing to me?

I stroke myself once, with every intention of shoving my dick back into my pants.

But once is never enough, is it?

My arm trembles as I try to hold back, but then I remember how Indi threw back her head and moaned as she came, absolutely gorgeous as she fell apart.

I groan, and let the torrent of lust that’s been building since I first saw her slender foot tapping on the side of the bath wash over me.

I stroke my cock slow and hard, urging precum from the crown so I can use it for lube.

How fucking long has it been?

I don’t allow myself this pleasure, not after what happened with Jess. The more I feed this wretched beast, the hungrier itgets. Thestrongerit gets. And the less likely it becomes that I’ll be able to keep it chained up.

The forest swallows my next groan as I speed up my rhythm.

Indi’s mouth.

My fuck, what I wouldn’t do to have it over my cock right now. Sucking. Her tongue sliding along my shaft. Those fierce green eyes glaring up at me.

She’d try to bite me.

But what if…

I’m getting close now, my back arching away from the tree.

What if she didn’t have a choice?

She’d have to swallow every drop of my cum, and tell me that she loves how it tastes. That she wants more.

Fuck.

I come with a deep-throated growl.

In my mind, Indi’s mouth opens wide, and I empty myself on her tongue while her eyes glitter with hateful tears.

I sprint home, dodging trees and brambles best I can. If the ground hadn’t been this cold, it wouldn’t have numbed my soles to the point where I could run.

I left my shoes behind. But I can’t go back. Not now. They’d be on high alert. Hopefully, no one will look behind the shrub where I left them. If they do, then I’m pretty fucked.

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