Page 118 of Vile Boys

Because I’m not supposed to be fucking doing this.

I’m not supposed to have my fingers inside the girl I hate.

The one girl my father told me to be nice to.

The one girl my best friend, my lover, wants to keep for himself.

The one girl responsible for all of my fucking misery.

I’m not supposed to want her …

And it makes me want to kill and die.

“Doesn’t fucking matter,” I say through gritted teeth. “All you should worry about is the fingers between your legs driving you insane and your hand stroking my cock. Now give me your orgasm.”

I’m high on the adrenaline fueling my growing lust as we race up the mountain, the edge of the road coming into view.

“I can’t,” she murmurs, shaking her head.

“Yes, you fucking can. Give it to me. Now,” I growl, circling her clit fast and hard until she finally releases all of that pent-up energy, filling my car with so many fucking moans that I combust with her.

I can feel her thump against my fingers as my balls squeeze, and I let out a harsh groan while my cum shoots out over my steering wheel.

“Fuck, keep going,” I tell her.

Her hand slides up and down my shaft, saliva and cum mixing together as I empty my balls and finally don’t feel like I wanna die anymore.

“Caleb, the cliff!” she screams.

Right before the road stops in front of a steep drop down the mountain, I hit the brakes, and the wheels screech against the gravel.

When the car comes to a stop, we’ve already gone past the last curve. A certain death was avoided just at the last fucking second. The bright lights from the city down below almost makes it feel serene.

Crystal slowly untangles her hand from my shaft. Her chest rises and falls with every deep breath she takes, and for some reason, I home in on it, my eyes flickering past her ample breasts hiding beneath that thin black dress, that sparkling little neck, and those luscious lips practically begging me to kiss them.

So I pull my hand out, grip her chin and smash my lips onto hers, claiming her mouth just like Ares did. For a moment, she’s too stunned to react, but when my tongue pierces through her closed mouth, I can feel her kiss me back.

Even though I can taste her hatred on my very fucking tongue, I need more, I need so much fucking more, and it fucking scares me to the point where I can’t fucking breathe.

I lean away and look into her eyes, searching for answers she can’tfucking give me because all I see is the hatred I’ve instilled in her reflected right back at me.

SLAP!

A harsh hand comes down against my cheek.

“How dare you,” she hisses. “How fucking dare you actually kiss me after almost driving us off a cliff?”

A smirk forms on my lips. Not just from the way she’s raging, but also from the sting of the palm of her hand. This girl can hit hard.

“How dare I fucking kiss the girl who sold her soul to me?” I say, tilting my head. “Sounds to me like you regret your decision. Too bad your pussy doesn’t agree.”

A blush creeps onto her cheeks. “That wouldn’t have happened under normal circumstances. And you literally threatened to kill my mother if I didn’t do what you wanted.”

The smirk on my face only deepens. “Then why did you kiss me back?”

Her face contorts, and she gasps in both annoyance and shock. “I did not.”

“Lie.”

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