Page 148 of Hate Mates

She squirms beneath him, her wild eyes finding mine again as I settle between her legs with a smile on my face. I’m going to enjoy this very much. She will too, she just doesn’t know it yet.

I free my aching cock from my pants and fist the hard rod in my palm. Bringing it to her waiting pussy, I bury myself inside of her in one deep thrust. My brother’s cum acts as lube, making me slide in and out with ease.

“Fuck, you feel so good, doll,” I tell her between deep thrusts. “I know you’re sore, but you can take me, right? Tell me you can take what I give you.”

Flora hesitates but finally, the words pass her lips sweet. “I can take you.”

“Yes you can,” I agree, finding my rhythm.

I don’t think she can come again without the overstimulation being painful, so I don’t push her. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy this together.

Reaching down, I use my fingers to pull her labia apart. Her engorged clit is red and swollen. Yeah, I won’t mess with it anymore.

Instead, I grab her thighs and continue to bury myself into her tight channel. Dean and Drake are both playing with her tits now, sucking on her nipples while drawing little sounds of pleasure from Flora’s lips.

She’s so tight and wet, it doesn’t take me long before my balls draw together, and I feel my orgasm approaching. “I’m going to come in your cunt. I want you to remember who’s cum is dripping out of you later.”

A few more thrusts and I’m catapulted over the edge. I spill ropes of cum into her, painting her walls with it. My fingers dig into her skin and I have to force myself to let go of her.

When I’m finally done coming, I pull out if her slowly, enjoying how our cum drips from her used holes.

“You did so well, Doll,” I praise as I meet her confused gaze.

Flora looks between me and my brothers as if she’s waiting for some direction. Now that she’s coming down from her pleasure high, fear has set into her eyes. She’s scared of us, knowing who we are. She doesn’t know yet she has no reason to fear us. I would never hurt my doll.

Drake and Dean let go of her, and tuck away their dicks before sitting down with their backs against the headboard.

“Can I go now?” Flora asks, her voice small and timid as she lays naked between us.

“No, our time isn’t up… but don’t worry, we’re done fucking,” I explain.

Relief washes over her face before she mutters, “Can I get dressed then?”

I shake my head. “Not yet. I like looking at your body.”

I tuck my own cock back into my pants and shrug out of my hoodie until I’m down to my t-shirt. Flora’s eyes scan my body, her gaze traveling over the many tattoos covering my arms and neck.

“Come here,” I order. “I want you to sit in my lap.”

Flora looks puzzled by my request, but sits up and crawls into my lap willingly. I wrap my arms around her, and she lets her head fall onto my shoulder.

“We’re going to have to have a talk before I let you walk out of this room,” I warn. She stiffens but doesn’t say a word.

Dean raises his eyebrows at me and Drake looks confused. I probably should’ve talked to them first, but I can’t help it. I want her so bad. I hope they’ll just be on board with it.

“I know you know who we are, and you’ve probably heard all kinds of stories about us. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“I’m not going to lie, some of those things are true, but I can promise you one thing: you never have to fear us. My brothers and I would never hurt you.”

“What about my father? Would you hurt him?” Her voice is shaking, but I’m proud of her for asking anyways.

“That would hurt you, wouldn’t it?” I ask.

“Of course.”

“Then we won’t touch him, no matter how much money he owes us.”

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