Page 22 of Shared With His Friends
Pulling my hard cock out of my jeans, I wedge open her thighs with my knees and find her hole. “Fucking soaked… My bitch, always ready. Told you I’d take you anytime.”
With one hard shove, I split her as she wails into her own hand. Sitting up, I use her ass as a cushion to bounce off and slap it until it jiggles for me. Every thrust forward, my palm whacks her cheek again as she continues to sob.
“It’s no fun not looking at your beautiful face while I do this.” Pulling out, I flip her over and her wide eyes find mine in the darkness. Yeah, she looks frightened, but also… there’s something there I can’t read. “Say the word, priss.”
She shakes her head repeatedly and wiggles her hips closer to me. This isn’t what I usually do… Normally, I wouldn’t even ask a second time, but things with her are putting me off my game.
Scooping her little body up, I rip away her jeans and pull her onto my lap, so we’re face to face. It’s not something I’ve done with anyone I can recall. Not willingly, anyway. “You okay?”
“You killed him.”
“Yeah. He deserved it. And I need you back.” Thrusting inside once again, we’re joined, and she sighs, but before she can gather too much of her breath, I seek out her parted lips with mine. The taste is a reminder of the soothing comfort she brings me. Like the only happy ray of sunshine in my dark days of school. She clings to me like I’m her fortress. And that’s exactly what I want to be for her…
And hopefully our baby.
“I want you to come as I watch you. You’re beautiful, Amber, but seeing you this close to me… I need it.”
Her pussy writhes on my pelvic bone every time I push inside her, the warm caress her walls give me makes me want to fill her already. But I hold back until her face screws up, and she lets her head hang back, nails dug into my back. As soon as I watch her explode, I follow, letting all my hopes and dreams for a future erupt inside her.
Laying her back gently, I tap my lips to her nose, her cheeks… Suctioning off tears from her face, I finally hover over her and ask, “Will you come home with me? We want you. Jet’s convinced you left for money. Ash is sick thinking something has physically harmed you, and Dane can’t sleep.”
“And you?”
“I can’t live without you.”
Searching her eyes for a reply, I remain inside her as she whispers, “I’m scared.”
“Scared of what, priss? You’re the strongest fucking person I know. And I’ll protect the shit out of you. Jet will pay for you. Ash will care for you. And Dane will worship you. All of us…Allof us will love you.”
“I’m scared that I’m not enough for you. Foranyof you. I’m not as smart as Ash, or as kind as Dane, or as cunning as Jet… or as brave as you. What do I have to offer any of you?”
“Come back and let us show you. We fit. All of us. But without one of us, we fall.”
She swallows and doesn’t reply, but I know she’s considering it because I’m still inside her. Melting to nothing, but still tucked into her heat. “Jet’s a fucking wreck without you. And, honestly, I think you’re the only one he’ll listen to.”
Her eyes flash to mine for a moment. “Really? You really think he’s in love with me?”
“Priss… Fuck, how blind can you be? He literally cares for nothing and no one, except you.” Brushing back some of her hair, I say, “And we’ll give it to him if he treats you bad. If anyoneof us treats you bad. I’m not leaving you without a yes.”
“Will you still rape me?”
A laugh escapes the side of my mouth. “Fuck,yes. I’ll rape you every day.”
Tightening her thighs around my waist, she pulls me closer to her. “Okay, yes.” Then she sears her lips to mine as the sirens wail in the night’s air.
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Amber
The oddest part about walking into the cabin a few days later is the way it smells. The base notes are nutmeg and pine, with a middle dabbling in winter berries. To top it off, a waft of the comfort of a rainy day hits my nose as Wade and I enter through the front door.
It smells likemine.
Comfortable, soothing. But even more strange is, when I scan the room, I find three sets of hopeful eyes looking back at me.
I feel like I’mhome.
