Page 343 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

Except…I’ve still got my jeans on.

Jessica’s skirt is off, her panties tangled around her knees, but all I’m doing is finger fucking her.

I lean forward in my seat and go to skip the video ahead.

I fold over Jessica’s back.

My hand freezes an inch from the laptop’s touchpad.

Here it is.

This is where she yells at me to stop, and I don’t.

I slide my hands down Jessica’s ass, and ease her open. Marcus chose a perfect spot on the mantel—if the light in the room hadn’t been so dim, this would have made a pretty decent porn flick.

But instead of taking out my dick and shoving it into her, I slide off her and onto the mattress.

Passed out?

I press both hands to the desk’s cool metal surface, biting the inside of my cheek as Marcus stops jerking off.

On the bed, Jessica arches her back and makes a crooning sound. When she seems to realize I’m not trying to mount her like a wild animal, she glances to the side and sees me laying on my back, one hand on my chest the other flung out, chest already rising and falling in steady sleep.

She straightens on her knees, giggling, and tries to tug her underwear up her thighs.

But she can’t, because Marcus catches hold of them with a finger. She struggles for a second before throwing a glassy lookover her shoulder. It takes her too long to focus on Marcus, and when she does, she first smiles, and then frowns.

“Whad’ya doin’?” Her frown deepens as Marcus slides onto the bed behind her.

“Hush, princess,” he murmurs.

“He’s passed out,” she declares, still trying to pull up her panties as if she doesn’t realize Marcus is the one keeping them down.

“And the bastard left you high and dry,” Marcus says. He slides a hand up the inside of her thigh, and strokes her. Her eyes stutter closed, and she lets out a low moan. “What kind of gentlemen would let his best friend’s girl go to sleep all horny and shit?”

“Wait, no. Don’t,” Jessica grates, but she’s doing fuck-all to stop him rubbing her clit.

My stomach’s so tight, I’m surprised I haven’t puked yet. I narrow my eyes, not wanting to watch what comes next, but at the same time unable to look away. It’s a car crash. Body parts strewn on the road as haphazard as broken auto parts. And I’m craning my head to see, because I’m horrified and fascinated at the same time.

“No,” Jessica moans, as Marcus shoves his fingers into her. “Please, stop.”

Marcus puts his hand between her shoulder blades, and urges her down onto the bed, doggy style.

His dick is already out, and he positions himself at her entrance, fixed so entirely on his task that he seems to have forgotten about me, the camera, every-fucking-thing except wet, drunk Jessica.

“No. No!”

He thrusts so hard into her that she lets out a hoarse shriek.

It must have hurt like hell—Jessica’s body goes stiff a second before she begins thrashing under Marcus’s hand. He justbends over her, his other hand going to the back of her neck to keep her down as he begins fucking her even harder than before.

When she starts screaming, he grabs a fistful of sheet and shoves it into her mouth.

And, all the while, I’m laying right next to them, passed the fuck out.

I’m frozen where I sit as I watch it all play out. Bitterness floods my mouth, but I keep swallowing it down, forcing it back.

He keeps talking throughout. Princess this, whore that. Slapping and grabbing her ass as he watches his dick sinking into her.

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