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I slip a finger inside her, testing her tightness. She clenches around me, and I groan, imagining how good she’ll feel around my cock. I’ll have to go slow, no matter how much she begs for more. This has to be good for her.

Her moans grow louder, more insistent, and I think I’ve gone to heaven as her pussy swells even tighter. I double down, moving my finger to her clit so my tongue can plunge inside of her.

My balls make all kinds of threats to unload but I beg them to save every last bit of cum for her womb.

She comes hard, her body shaking as she cries out, pushing back against my face. It’s the best moment of my life.

While she’s still blissed out, I rise, reach my fingers around to her clit and position my cock at her entrance. I inch into her slowly, feeling her stretch around me. She’s so tight, so wet, so perfect. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to give her time to adjust.

“Rocky,” she breathes, “I need more.”

“You’re gonna get it all, you dirty little slut.” I wrap her hair around my fist. “Don’t fucking move until I tell you to.” That last bit is because I’ll go off if she moves, and I haven’t been inside of her nearly long enough.

“What the hell?” Bull’s voice crashes through our scene.

Shock jolts my body. Betsy and I both flinch but in opposite directions. My cock slides out. The motion is too much. My balls spasm. Cum sprays from me, landing on her back, in her hair, and on the couch.

Thirteen

Betsy

What is he doing home so soon?

Rocky scrambles to adjust my dress and untie my hands but his cock keeps finding more cum to shoot at me.

I think Bull is too stunned to come any closer. Or maybe he doesn’t want to get hit with one of these aftershocks.

Rocky wads his underwear over his tip and turns to Bull, a protective edge in his voice. “Why can’t you admit it, Bull? You want her as much as I do. Let her feel all the love we have for her.”

Bull scoffs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Love? Is that what you call shooting your cum all over the place?” He motions to the couch. “You’ll have to pay to have that cleaned. And youmight want to clean your mouth while you’re at it. What the hell were you doing calling her a dirty little slut?”

He storms over.

I can’t believe how much I enjoy hearing Bull say it, even if out of context. I might need to check my desires. But for now, I have to keep Bull from throttling Rocky. “Stop! I asked for it. Rocky was doing what you were supposed to do the night of the auction… make sure I have a good introduction to sex.”

Silence hangs heavy. Bull runs a hand through his hair, his guard dropping slightly. “Betsy, you don’t understand what you’re asking of us.”

I look at him, then at Rocky. “Is it so horrible that I want to have sex with a guy? And that he finish inside of me?”

Bull’s eyes widen and he nearly shrieks. “A guy?”

Taking my emotions down a notch, I say, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then explain the auction. You couldn’t control who won you.”

The weight of Bull and Rocky’s gazes press down on me. I feel like a specimen under a microscope, every flaw and insecurity magnified. They must think I’m desperate, settling for any guy who’d have me.

I consider explaining the protections put in place for the auction, but they already know all that.

I hug myself, trying to find the words to make them, mostly Bull, understand.

I’m pretty sure Rocky and I are past this, but the insecurities I just worked through with him bubble to the surface with my stepdad. “I want to be like all the other women who enjoy sex. I want to explore that side of life. And I was excited you bid on me, but not if it was for the wrong reasons.”

Bull’s brows furrow. “Wrong reasons? What do you mean?”

I hesitate, my gaze flicking between them. I shake my head at Rocky. This is for Bull to answer. “If you didn’t think anyone else would bid on me.”

Bull looks at Rocky instead of answering. Silence is an incredible amplifier for insecurity.

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