Page 8 of Vivian

I thrust my hips up and met his raging erection. Was that because of me?

I didn’t care, I just needed more contact. Every suck from his mouth on my neck had me swirling higher and higher until I broke.

With a scream, my pussy throbbed, the orgasm overtaking everything. This was different from what I could do with my own hand. Black dots appeared at the corners of my vision and then he pulled away. His lips were red, but he wasn’t messy like I had been with Jimmy.

“Sleep,” he commanded, and my eyes closed.

I couldn’t have fought it even if I tried. I was so tired, more exhausted than I can ever remember being.

The door opened, but I couldn’t open my eyes to see who had come.

“What the fuck, Brendon?” It was Ace’s voice. “It smells like sex in here.”

“She is still a virgin,” Brendon bit out, “I had to subdue her, she was out of control.”

I wanted to argue with that, even though he was totally right, I was off my rocker. But, then it dawned on me that they had called me a virgin. How in the hell would they know that? My own best friend didn’t know that I hadn’t done the deed.

Ace muttered something like, “I hope you know what you are doing.”

And then the door slammed.

I could hear Brendon slump down in the chair he had been sitting in. If I wasn’t so boneless, I would have been embarrassed. I just climaxed from some slight Levi loving and his canines in my jugular.

I heard a zipper being pulled and wondered what he was up to when the sounds of low moans met my ears. Oh, my flippity fuck tarts, he was beating off!

I jerked but my eyes didn’t open, and then, finally the darkness started to take me away. It was probably a dream, I decided. There is no way that really could have happened.

Could it?

No.

It was just a dream, and when I woke up, all of this would fade away like the nightmare it really was.

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