Page 15 of Shared With His Friends
A guttural sound echoes through the car as I shove it into fifth. “What?! No.”
With a snort, I adjust myself as much as possible. “Listen, I know you’ve been where I’ve been. I can see it written on you as someone with just as much damage. But this isn’t ordinary rape. This isconsensual.” Giving her a knowing look, I tell her, “And it’s different from what you’re used to.”
Practically snarling at me, she asks, “How?”
“You get a safe word. You’re actually the one in control. I’ll stop if you ever use it.”
“Yeah, right.”
Now’s my turn to look at her with vehemence, the rage rising within me. Reaching over, I pull her chin, so she has to look into my eyes. “Believe me. Iwillfucking stop.” Letting her go, I relax some as she considers me. “Besides, if you told or didn’t like it, then I wouldn’t get what I want again.”
“You mean you want torapeme more than once?”
“I want to rape you a lot. Anytime I can capture you, I’m going to shove it in, prissy. No hesitation. I want free access. And I want you to fight me.”
“Wade… you want me to fight you? And you want torape meany chance you can.”
“Yep. That’s not too much to ask.”
She goes still, silent, and pretty, looking perfect in this car. Pretending like we both belong is what we’re good at and I know she’s considering all the ways I may be trying to trick her. But there’s no trick. I enjoy stealing cunts, and if I have hers on the regular, I won’t have to hunt for one that will do this for me without freaking out about it. Plus, that chance to knock her up with my own seed, me getting paid off for real with Jet’s money while he raisesmykid… Oof. It’s too glorious to miss out on. I’d cuck the bastard without him even knowing. Prissy would get her money, my baby could be raised by the nanny, and I could be the cool “uncle” while Jet paid for his Ivy League education.
Rubbing a hand down the front of my jeans doesn’t distract my cock from the heat rising just thinking about it all.
“Okay,” she says quietly.
A smile comes over my face. Fuck, I may come in my pants just thinking about being inside her tiny puss again. “Yeah?”
“Yes. I’ll do it. But I get to choose my safe word.”
“Yeah, priss. Of course. What do you want it to be?”
Her lashes dip as she scans my frame, twisting in her seat to take me in. With a lift of the corner of her mouth, she says, “Neanderthal.”
With the tip of my large forefinger, I brush her cheek as she tries to lean away. “Got it, prissy. Game on.”
“What, now?!”
“Yeah. From now on, you better watch your back. Or your ass.”
“Well, can’t we talk about what I want or don’t want?”
Pulling into the parking spot outside Ash’s place, I jump out at the same time she rockets from it. “That’s what asafe wordis for.” Clearing my throat, I point out where his place is for her. “Besides, you don’t really get tochoosethe scenario of how you’re raped. Just that you are, and you can end it. And you’re gonna fight me.”
“I-I don’t want you to stickthatin my ass.”
A laugh escapes me as I unlock the door with the key Ash gave me. “Well, I’ll do you a favor. Right now, I won’t.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I won’t fuck your ass. Deal.”
Entering, she stares around, then grabs a backpack nearby and starts putting a laptop in it. “Why?”
“Because I want you to feel empowered, too.” But, really, let’s be real here. I’m gonna fuck that womb until it’s full of me. And just thinking about it, IknowI can’t wait until tonight.
In two steps, I walk toward her frame as it’s bent over the sofa, gathering up some notebooks, then lift her dress. No panties, just how Jet likes her. She quickly spins and places a hand on top of mine, smacking it away.
With both hands, I grip the back of her thighs and slam her onto the sofa as she screams, then scratches my face with her sharpened claws, one breaking off as she does. It doesn’t take much to grip both her wrists in one large palm and hold them above her head as I get my hips between hers. With my free fingers, I reach down and unzip my jeans, pulling out my throbbing cock. She kicks my back with her heels and continues to grunt, trying to squirm away from me.
