Page 117 of Vile Boys

I don’t want it. I fuckingneedit.

I need the rush so bad I can’t fucking live another fucking day if I don’t have it.

“Caleb … please,” she whimpers.

“Please, what?” I grit. “What are you?”

Her eyes almost roll into the back of her head, and fuck me, I physically have to hold back my orgasm. I want it so badly I could fucking scream.

But I want something else far more than just a quick release.

So I hit the gas as we head up the mountain and drive into the dark night.

“Caleb, it’s too fast. We’re gonna crash,” she whimpers while I dipmy fingers right back into her wetness again.

“You’re gonna give me everything you have to give.”

“What?” She gasps.

“Your orgasm or your life.”

“Are you joking?” she squeals.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” I stare her directly in the eyes. “I’m gonna keep fucking driving until you give me what I want.”

“You’re insane,” she says, but her wet pussy clenching around my fingers begs to differ.

“Who’s gonna bust first, you or me?” I say as she jerks me off. “Because I’ve been edging for days now, and I still want your fucking orgasm more than mine.”

She sucks in a breath.

“What’s it going to be, slut? Make me come and die, or come for me and live?”

“Oh fuck,” she mewls as I pull out only to toy with her clit instead.

“That’s it. I’ll only go faster and faster until you surrender.”

She’s still holding it back, still trying to keep her body to herself, but she doesn’t understand what she traded us for.

A life for a life.

Hers belongs to us now … and I intend to use it as I see fit.

“Oh God.”

“Don’t fucking beg to him after you struck a deal with boys who came straight outta hell.”

“You’re a fucking demon,” she grits.

It only makes me laugh because she’s still jerking off this fucking demon like she’s on a mission to make me come even faster than her. “Fuck yes, that’s right. Hate me. Loathe me.”

She struggles to withhold her moans, but I know she’s getting close. I can feel it.

“Caleb, stop the car,” she mutters.

“No.” Her begging only makes me hit the gas harder.

“Why? Why are you doing this?”

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