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Seventeen bodies littered the container.
Seventeen bodies that were no longer moving.
Seventeen lifeless bodies.
Ages ranged from what had to be eight to twelve.
And when we saw the men who were headed to the container... well... let’s just say that we let our disgust and anger out on the five men.
‘It’s not the mistake that matters; it’s how you interpret the lesson.’
– Nola’s Life Lesson.
Chapter 10
Nola
I woke when I felt lips skimming along the back of my neck.
Sleepily, I lifted my head and whispered, “Xander?”
“Yeah, baby. Bad night. Need you,” he said as he pressed kisses along the column of my throat I had exposed.
I nodded, then, still sleepily, I said, “Take me.”
He moved the covers, lifted my night shirt, and then slid inside of me.
Feeling me.
Stretching me.
He was the biggest man I had ever been with.
And I knew that he had ruined me for any other man the very first time he had slid inside of me.
“Baby,” I moaned.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned.
Slamming deep inside of me.
Taking me to just the tip of the edge and then pulling me back.
Over and over.
“Please,” I moaned.
He winked, “You got it, baby.”
Then he took me to the edge, circled my clit with his thumb, and then I came.
My toes tingled, the tips of my fingers tingled.
Oh, yeah.
He pulled out, then slammed in once, then twice, and then stilled deep inside of me, groaning into the side of my neck.
Then he pulled out of me, rolled to his side, and I didn’t know that I had fallen back asleep with my body fully sated.
