Page 81 of Out of the Shadows
“Oh, fuckkkk,” she moaned into the covers, burying her face in them.
Gently but firmly, I pulled her back by her hair. “Nope, I really want to hear you. Scream yourself hoarse, then he’ll not only see that you got fucked properly right before this, he’ll hear it too.”
She clenched around me, a wild grin stretching my lips. “Shit, you like that, don’t you? You like the thought of him knowing someone else fucked you before yourdate. Jesus Christ, you’re every fantasy come to life.”
My grip on her waist tightened a fraction, my fingers digging deep enough into her flesh that I would leave marks there. When I slid my hand to her front and flicked my index finger over her clit, she lost control.
“Yes, yes, yessss. Fuck me with your fat cock. Gape that pussy open for you.”
Holy shit.Her arousal trickled down my balls, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to come right then and there, but I wasn’t done yet.
“Tell me you want my cum. Tell me you want me to fill your cunt to the brim.” My hips continued to pump forward relentlessly.
“Oh god,I want it. Give me your cum, fill me up,” Hailey whimpered, squirming on my cock as if she was possessed. With my name on her lips, she climaxed, clenching around me so tightly I almost saw stars.
“Good fucking girl. Here comes your reward,” I grunted, finally letting go. I slammed home once, twice, three times before burying myself completely inside her. With a deep, rumbling grunt, I unloaded, fucking each spurt of cum deep inside her with shallow thrusts. “Take my fucking cum, Princess.”
Breathing heavily, with my dick still twitching inside her, we remained frozen for a few moments. Then I relaxed my grip on her hair, the black silky strands sliding through the palm of my hand.
Tenderly, I caressed her back with one hand. “You okay?”
“More than okay.” She sighed contentedly, turning her head so her warm-honey colored eyes met mine. “You?”
I barked out a laugh. “What a question.”
“Good.” She laughed, then her expression turned apologetic. “I guess I have to—”
“I know.” I slowly pulled out, watching as our cum slowly trickled out of her, then scooped it up with two fingers and pushed it back into her pussy. “Don’t eventhinkabout cleaning this up. You’re going on your date like this. Gaping and dripping with our cum. Got it?”
“Got it.” Hailey nodded, her lips parted slightly and her eyes wide as I fucked the sticky mess of our arousal back into her.
“That’s my girl.” I pulled my fingers out of her, sucked them clean, then pulled her panties back into place, making sure everything stayed where it belonged. Then I pulled her to her feet again, smoothed her dress for her, and captured her lips in a bruising kiss.
“Nowyou can go.”
Thirty
Colt
The driveway was immaculate, like everything else in their world — except their fucking priorities. Her father thought money gave him the right to dictate her life, and the arrogance of it all made my pulse quicken.
I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, my jaw locking. I already knew what this visit would entail. Her father had made sure of that when he forced her to go on a date with some preppy asshole he had probably handpicked. He couldn’t care less that she was dating me already, that we were together.
My chest burned with a kind of rage I wasn’t used to outside the gridiron. It wasn’t loud or flashy, but it was constant — simmering just below the surface. I had said little on our drive here, but the look on her face, the way her hand clung to me like I was the only thing keeping her upright, made it hard to stay quiet.
“Relax,” I said, though my voice came out tighter than I wanted. “We’ll figure this out.”
“We?” she whispered, her voice strained. “Colt, you don’t understand, he’s not going to stop. He’ll do whatever it takes to break us up.”
I said nothing. What was there to say? I knew how her father worked. The man didn’t see people, only assets to control, and apparently, I didn’t make the cut for whatever vision he had for Hailey’s life.
I pulled the truck to a stop and turned off the engine. Her parents were waiting at the door, stiff and proper, as if posing for a fucking magazine.
As we walked toward the house, I didn’t let go of her hand. She was nervous; I could feel it in the way her fingers twitched against mine, but I kept my eyes on Mr. Brentwood.
He wasn’t smiling. Didn’t say a word. Just stood there with the same look I remembered from before: cold, dismissive, and full of judgment.
That was fine. I didn’t need him to approve, but to force Hailey into that date when he knew full well what we had? That was a line he shouldn’t have crossed.
