Page 129 of Deliverance

The dildo hits me just right, and I try to keep my thrusts short, focusing on that spot as pleasure sparks through me again and again. I look over to see Bridgette playing with her clit, her moans becoming needier and more frantic as she loses it.

“Oh god. I can’t stop. Can’t stop. I—” She falls apart, screaming so loud, I swear to god the walls shake as my own orgasm slams into me.

We wring out every ounce of pleasure we possibly can from each other before collapsing onto our backs. We stay like that for several seconds, the dildo still filling both of us before we slowly pull it out. I toss it to the side, too sated from my orgasm to care where it ends up, before laying on my side, tangling my legs around hers. She curls into me, and I fall asleep to the sound of her perfect, steady heartbeat.

* * *

“Oh my fucking god!” a voice screams, startling me awake.

Disoriented, I blink rapidly, attempting to get my bearings as Bridgette does the same, before our eyes land on Maryia in the doorway.

Oh fuck.

“Wha-what the fuck is this?! You’re fucking your whore stepsister?! You’re cheating on me?” she screams.

I lay there, stunned. How the fuck did she get in my room? My eyes flick down to the key card in her hand. The crazy bitch made a copy of my key? Or swiped a master like I did.

“You! This is all your fault!” she snarls, her eyes going wide as she lets out a feral scream and attacks.

She pounces on Bridgette like a goddamn cougar, slapping, scratching, and pulling her hair.

“Bitch! Get the fuck off me!” Bridgette shouts as I try to pull Maryia off her.

I grab her arm to pull her away, but that still leaves her enough room to slap Bridgette across the face. The slap practically echoes through the room, and anger flares in Bridgette’s eyes as she makes a fist and drives it into Maryia’s face. Her nose explodes, blood beginning to pour down her face as she falls to the ground. Bridgette, looking like a badass and not giving a fuck that she’s completely naked, jumps off the bed, pinning Maryia to the ground as she delivers punch after punch. No slapping or hair pulling for her, it’s very clear she grew up with a brother.

“Fuck you! Crazy fucking bitch!” Bridgette screams.

I slide out of bed, wrapping my arms around Bridgette’s stomach as I haul her off Maryia, whispering in her ear.

“Easy, baby B. Easy,” I shush.

Her breathing is labored and ragged as she huffs and nods. I release her as Maryia scrambles to her feet, attempting to stop her nose from bleeding.

“I can’t believe this, Maggie. I just…” She trails off, her eyes closing. In a matter of a heartbeat, all the devastation wipes from her face as she turns to pin a malicious look at Bridgette. “I wonder how daddy dearest will handle me finding you two naked and in bed together.”

Bridgette’s eyes round as Maryia takes off, running through the door. I attempt to grab her before she leaves, but I’m unsuccessful. FUCK!

My eyes frantically whip around the room before I see a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. I slip both on as fast as I can, pushing my feet into my sneakers as I come to Bridgette.

“I’m going to go get her. I’ll fix this, baby. I promise,” I say as I take off running.

Of course, Maryia is already in the elevator. I debate waiting before I head for the stairs. Flight after flight, I skip two steps at a time, practically leaping and jumping from landing to landing.

When I finally make it to the bottom floor, my head whips around before looking through the front door. I see the back of Maryia’s head disappearing around a building. Shit. Heading off in that direction, I pump my arms and stretch my legs as far as I can, though I’m definitely no track star.

I reach the parking lot just as Maryia’s BMW is backing out of her parking spot.

“No, no, no,” I shout as I push myself to get there faster.

She sees me coming, rolling down the window as she shouts to me.

“You want to fuck around on me, you deserve what’s coming!”

“We were broken up!” I shout as I close in on the car.

She lets out a short laugh. “You expect me to believe this is the first time?”

“It is!” I lie, reaching out my hands for the side of the car.

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