Page 21 of His Fractured Girl

I step forward, feeling the current already charging the air. The temperature has just risen in the room as my pants have grown tight in the crotch. I stop before her, reaching for the sideof her cheek, my thumb brushing over her soft skin. “You’re so beautiful, babe.”

She nuzzles into my hand, practically purring for me. I want to make her purr for me in other ways. I reach for her waist and scoot her further back onto the bed, but she sits back up.

“This time, I want to touch you, Travis.”

Just the thought of her soft fingers running across my skin has my cock dribbling. But I need to taste her first. “Then you better come for me like a good girl, or else I won’t give it to you.” I push her back, spreading her thighs wide and pressing my cock right between them. Her hips thrust up against me as the ache starts to take over.

“You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Hunt.” Her words are breathed on a moan as I begin to rub over her clit. “But I’ll concede to your demands.”

“You don’t have a choice.” I shift back, practically tearing her pants from her body. My hunger for her is nearly making me insane. As soon as I get them off, I’m diving headfirst between her legs, rubbing my mouth all over her swollen wet lips, licking every drop of her honey, groaning when her sweetness hits my tongue. Her fingers grip my hair and she starts working her pussy against me. Rubbing her clit against my tongue. Her little whimpers getting louder. Her thighs quaking as they squeeze around my head, locking me in place.

I suction around her clit, desperate to suck the pleasure out of her. And she comes for me just like a good girl. Her hips buck up, thighs locking tighter, and I hold on, letting her ride it out. Licking up every drop she feeds me. Her sexy moans sounding like praise for doing a good job. When her body goes limp, I ease off, not want to overload her sensitive system. I crawl back over top of her and brush her hair from her face.

“God, you’re good at that,” she breathes, still trying to catch her breath.

“I aim to please.” I smirk.

I run my fingers through her hair, stroking lightly, watching as her eyes flutter closed. This is what I’ve been wanting. Someone soft and sweet to cuddle up with at night. Someone to laugh and flirt with. She’s really getting to me. The feelings are rushing in fast. She nuzzles into my chest, and I hold her closer, savoring the moment. Hoping this will be one of many with this girl. When her breathing becomes quiet. I realize she’s fallen asleep. I smile, loving the fact that I shatter her little body to the point of exhaustion.

I shift out from under her and reach for the blanket, tucking her in for the night. I hit the lights and then go into my bathroom, needing to ease the pressure that’s been building in my balls all night. As soon as the air hits my throbbing cock, more cum drips from the end. I wrap my fist around my shaft and begin my steady stroke, thinking of my sweet girl trembling against my mouth. Her juices running down my chin. I still taste her on my tongue, and it drives me toward my peak. My hand stokes faster. My grip tightening. And then I come, shooting my load straight into the toilet, feeling the tension finally leaving my body. God, I needed that.

When I come out from the bathroom, my girl’s still sound asleep. I climb in beside her and pull her right into my nook. The feel of her backside up against my dick has me stiffening again, but I close my eyes and let the comfort of having her in my arms lull me to sleep.

9

Sophie

“Hey, Sophie! If you need some dick, I’ll give you a pity fuck.” Cameron’s voice has me picking up my pace, but he’s right by my side even though the cafeteria is in the other direction. The guys won’t stop. They keep cornering me with their lewd comments. I just want them to leave me alone. It’s been weeks since the party. Why can’t anyone let it go? Because Maddock is still trying to prove his lie to Presley. He’s still trying to make me the scapegoat to his evil ways. Make sure no one believes he’s a cheater.

“You’d really touch that fat skank?” Sarah flanks me on the other side, giving me a sneer as she talks to Cameron. “She’s pathetic.”

I know I am. She doesn’t need to constantly remind me. I pick up my pace and take off in a run, hearing their voices from behind, echoed by cackles. “Run, you loser! Run!”

I turn the corner, trying to get to the library as fast as I can. It’s the only place the monsters leave me alone. The librarian would have them all suspended if she heard a peep out of any of them. I wish I could spend my days in there. Life might be a little more bearable.

I reach for the door, but a hand comes out, keeping it from opening.

“I was trying to be nice, Sophie.” Maddock blocks my path, glaring down at me with his evil eyes. I take a step back as the fear shudders down my spine. There’s a rigid line to his ticking jaw. I know the onslaught of his disgust is coming. “When I offered to fuck you, it was out of the kindness of my heart, but you went and told the principal that I was sexually harassing you.” I start to back away from him but find myself up against the lockers. “You should’ve kept your mouth shut, Sophie. Now you’re going to pay.”

It’s like a warning from the devil himself. I’m terrified of what more he’ll do. How much worse will it get? I don’t want to find out. I don’t think I can take much more. I don’t even bother using my locker anymore because it’s always filled with trash and graffitied with hateful words. And when I woke up this morning, I saw that my car had been egged and the wordwhorewas painted on the windshield.

“Please, Maddock. I’m sorry.” I hate begging, but I can’t take anymore. “Please. I’m sorry.”

“Your apology means nothing. Prepare to feel my wrath.” He shifts back, cracking his neck before he turns and stalks off. The panic sets in and I rush to catch up to him.

“Maddock, please.” He keeps going, ignoring my pleas. “I’m sorry. Please. Maddock. Maddock!”

“Baby!” The sound of a voice has me stopping in my pursuit. “Sophie, wake up.”

My eyes flutter open, and I realize it was all a dream. I’m in Travis’s room. In the safety of his arms. The monster is nowhere in sight.

“Are you okay, Soph?”

I hug him tighter, clinging to him for safety as I try to calm myself back down. “Just had a bad dream.”

“Yeah, I’ll say.” He squeezes me tighter. “What was it about?”

I don’t want talk about it. I don’t want to relive the nightmare. Because Maddock made good on his word. He made my life a living hell. But I have to give Travis an answer, because he looks so worried.

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