Page 28 of Room for Three

Like the animal I am, I frantically yank at the button on my jeans. She moans again, pleased at my obeying her. As soon as the zipper comes down, my cock pokes out of my boxers, eager to play. I jerk the material down, freeing it momentarily before my hand becomes its captor.

Because I’m out of control, I stroke my dick while staring at this sweet girl playing with her pussy. I imagine stretching her small hole with my thickness and wondering if she would bleed.

She’s a tight, untouched virgin.

Of course she would bleed.

I would go slow, though, making her feel more pleasure than pain. Hell, I’d suck on her clit until she was desperate for pain to chase away the dizzying pleasure.

“I’m too big for you,” I blurt out, hating how wrapped up in this perverse scene I am. “You would have to practice stretching yourself to even take me in your body.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Her lips part and she gasps. “Like this?”

I groan when she pushes a finger inside her pussy. I’m wondering how she feels inside. Is she slick and hot and tight?

Hell yeah she is.

“More,” I growl. “My cock is a lot bigger than your finger. You’ll need to work up to four and even that isn’t enough.”

Her eyes dart down to my dick in hand, and she nods. Then, she slowly begins pushing more fingers into her body. She has to spread her thighs as far as they will go so she can get her hand in position.

“Does it hurt?” I demand. “My cock will hurt worse.”

She whimpers. “I want you instead.”

“No. You know we can’t. This is all we get. I’m sorry, little S.”

I watch with barely contained lust as she fucks four fingers into her body. She works her clit with the vibrator in her other hand. A bead of pre-cum leaks out of my tip and trickles down the crown of my cock.

“You’re going to make me come,” I mutter. “It’s only fair you come with me.”

She nods, eyes closing as she concentrates. I squeeze my dick, trying not to come before she does which is a difficult feat. When her lips part, a needy moan escaping her, I fucking lose it. My balls tighten and I hiss in pleasure as I come too. Hot cum jets up, splattering on the shoulder of my work shirt and hitting the wall behind me. I’m making a big ass mess and don’t give a damn because she’s worth it.

“Oh God,” she whispers. “That was so intense.”

I continue to slowly milk the rest of my orgasm out of my cock, eyes fixated on her pussy as she gingerly slides her fingers out. Her hole is slick, swollen, and red from the abuse. I’d give anything to give it a few healing licks.

As the haze of our moment dissipates, guilt creeps in. It’s the slamming of a door downstairs that jolts us both into action. Savvy flies off the bed and streaks across the room toward the bathroom. I’ve never moved so fast as I leap for one of the discarded towels on the floor. I’m frantically wiping at the cum all over me, trying to get my dick put away when Cole passes the room, grunting out a quick greeting.

I stand there, horrified at what this looks like, but he doesn’t even toss a glance into the bedroom. He closes the door to his room without stopping to talk to me.

I’m a monster.

Who the fuck does this shit to their deceased best friend’s little girl?

Getting caught seems like it would have been fucking humiliating and awful, but now I’m starting to think having this secret is worse. The guilt is all-consuming.

I somehow manage to get my cock put away and out of her room without dying from shame. Barely.

We can’t do that shit ever again.

And we also can’t ever tell a soul.

Cole will kill me.

Savvy

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