Page 16 of Shared With His Friends
It doesn’t work. “Fight me, come on, priss.”
With a hard shove, she gets a leg around to my front and kicks me in the chin, causing me to bite my tongue and lose grip on her wrists. She slides out from under me and takes off toward the door, but I grab her ankle until she trips and lands on the coffee table, her dress already exposing her round ass. No tan lines, either.
Bending over her, I grip her hands tighter, then line up and shove in fully as she screams. Her cunt is so fuckingtightaround my length, but she’s also so fuckingwet. She almost loses a breath as I thrust in a second time, the sound of her gagging on her own spit makes me want to come immediately.
“Shh, take it. Don’t fight. You know you want this, prissy. Be my good girl and let me rape you.” My palm lands in a hard smack against her firm butt cheek. God, she feels so good. Sliding my knees further between hers, her bare thighs surround mine and I shove in deeper, wanting, needing to get in there.
Gripping her neck, I pull her up to sit with her back to my chest, the head of my dick piercing as close to her womb as possible. When I sit her up, tears escape the sides of her eyes and she whispers, “So fucking big, Wade.”
“You want your safe word? You want to test me, prissy? Use it. I’ll stop.”
“N-no.”
“Good fucking girl.” Pushing further into her, I reach around and pinch her nipple as she cries out again. My mouth busies itself sucking on her neck, that rose scent making me feral for her, my cock erupting deep within her warm tunnel. Comforting me, soothing that beast within with her whimpering moans as her hips continue to buck up against me until her sounds become those like ecstasy.
And suddenly I know I have to keep doing this, a base need arising within my soul to fill her with my seed. Putmybaby inside her. And maybe not just the once. Maybe keep filling her, so she can’t leave me.
Even if it is Jet’s or Ash’s or Dane’s…
I’ll tell her it’s mine.
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Amber
Things are complicated enough with my boyfriend that adding in three other men has me completely confused. Especially when Wade kisses me like I’m the last drink of water in the desert afterrapingme. The worst part is him snatching my hand in the car and holding it in his lap like I’m his. No, that’s not the worst… The horrific thing is that I feel warm and fuzzy inside about it.
Between Ash’s passion, Dane’s declaration of love, and Wade’s bear-like tenderness, I feel torn into pieces, but also safe. There’s no time to think as we pull up to the cabin, but before I can jump out, trying to avoid a goodbye scene with Wade, he grips my chin and forces me to look at him.
“Watch your puss, priss,” he murmurs on my lips before plunging himself onto them. Wade kisses so sweetly, it’s in complete contrast to the way hetakeswith his big body. Like his head and his cock have two very different motives. Unable to stop myself, a moan vibrates out of my belly against his soft lips, and he smiles. Pulling back from him, I snag Ash’s bag and dart inside the house before anyone sees us.
Not anyone…Jet. I still don’t know what he’d do.
“There you are.” My breath catches when I spot him at the living room window, peering outside. He knows. Those gray eyes narrow at me, taking my body in as if scanning it for anything out of place. Did Wade leave marks on my neck?
“Yeah, hey, handsome. Got Ash’s stuff,” I say, holding up the bag. He’s sitting on the sofa, black hair wet and slicked back, a fresh T-shirt and jeans on.
Holding out an arm to me, he gives me a longer than necessary look, even after I hand it over. “Thanks.” Shuffling through it, he takes out his laptop and starts setting it up.
Wade walks in behind me and heads straight to the kitchen while Jet stares him down.
Trying to make conversation, I stand frozen near the front door. “Where’s Dane?”
Jet sneers. “He’s out by the pool. Want to join him? Maybe fuck him, too?”
“Jet, I…”
Ash suddenly seems extremely interested in his computer screen, and I walk over to gather Jet’s hand, but he snatches it back from me. Before I can protest, Wade and Dane return from the back popping open hissing cans of beer. Wade sips loudly before taking up his spot on the couch while Dane sits behind me, then pulls me back onto his lap… Like I’m his.
“Jet, I don’t know what to say.”
Ash snorts out a laugh. “Yeah, you do.”
Snapping my head to him, I narrow my eyebrows, but before I can speak, Dane does for me.
“Jet, she’s not yours anymore.” He places his warm lips against my bare neck, brushing back locks of my hair.
