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Her jaw sets, and I can see she’s going to deny what she said, deny what I heard with my own two ears, as did every other brother in this house. Gasping when I apply pressure to her clit with my thumb, she rigidly nods before answering with another breathy, “Yes.”
“You were mad when I told you not to come.” I lick a hot stripe up the side of her neck as her body begins to tremble hard.
“Yes,” she huffs out. Her mouth drops open as I work her at lightning speed toward an orgasm. “You’re an asshole.”
“Maybe. But you’ve been a bad fucking girl.”
She groans deep in her chest as her thighs begin to quiver. “Yes.”
I punish her with more rough kisses while I continue to finger her pussy. She’s so wet, my brain explodes with the knowledge I’ve got her all fucking wound up right along with me.
“Kingston,” she breathes out raggedly, “fuck me like you hate me.”
Those words send me right over the edge, and my hands go for the button and fly of my pants. I shove my jeans down, setting my cock free, then immediately grasp her by the waist and flip her over so she’s bent over the counter, toes barely touching the ground. Palming her ass, I spread her cheeks wide. I can’t help myself, I stare at her dripping cunt for several pounding beats of my heart. Once I’ve had my fill, I impale her delectable body on my thick, ready cock.
Pleasure the likes of which I’ve never known streaks through me as I drive into her pussy. On a satisfied groan, I pause, insane lust whipping through me. Fuck… the heat of her. The wet flesh. Her inner muscles clenching down hard on my dick.Fucking fuck.All of it—it’s amazing. Next level shit. And then I begin to move, andholy fuck.I manage to grit out, “Hold onto something.”
Her hands scramble to find purchase somewhere, anywhere, but there’s only glossy granite within her reach. I bury my face against her neck, pounding into her, hard and fast. All she can fuckin’ do is take it as I batter her pussy the way she asked me to.
“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.” The words tumble quickly from her mouth with every stroke.
“Not God, baby. Kingston. Now, fucking say my name,” I grunt.
“K-Kingston!” She unravels quickly like she’s a toy top and I pulled the string, making her spin out of control. Her pussy spasms, and she gushes all over my cock. The warm, wet feel of it kicks me into overdrive, the need to fully claim her courses through my veins.
She gasps and cries out as I continue to pump into her at a furious pace. Fire licks down my spine, and as I approach the point of no return, she looks with rapt fascination into the mirror in front of her at the reflection of our bodies coming together.
My orgasm rips through me, and I groan through it.Fuck.“Fuuuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Goddamn.” I can’t even help myself when I continue to slowly move in and out of her pussy, prolonging the act. Breathing hard, I stare down at us, her pussy glistening and pink, my dick wet with her juices. The idea that I’ve covered her insides with my cum makes me dizzy with the desire to do it all over again.
But we don’t have time for that here in the bathroom. I fuckin’ lost track of where we were for a second. Hell, I forgot who I was, who she was. Didn’t even consider protection. Nothing had been more important than satisfying the need to fuck the sass out of her. And maybe, just maybe, the idea that if we got a hate fuck out of the way, some of the tension I’ve been feeling would be released.
So, why does it feel like exactly the opposite has happened? Fucking hell, this girl is messing me up. She’s so goddamn confusing. Obviously, she’s mad and embarrassed about the video, but then I can’t get enough, and she’s begging me to fuck her, and we end up like this. I don’t have a clue what any of it means.
A last breath heaves from me as I pull out. My brain addled, I shove my dick back into my pants, yank them over my ass, and zip up. I glance past Elliot to my reflection. To look at me, no one would ever know that I’ve just fucked our initiate raw.
But her…Holy fuck.One look at her, even if her clothes were back on, and everyone would know. Her cheeks are flushed, lips swollen, hair a wild mess, and she even has a patch of reddened skin on her chin from my stubble and the intensity of our kisses. She turns around on shaky legs and leans against the counter.
I can’t resist. I step closer and hoist her onto it. Placing my big hand on her chest, I make her recline until her upper back rests against the mirror. She automatically brings her legs to her chest, folding herself into a tight ball of wariness as she stares at me.Fuck.I want to look at what else I’ve done to her, see it with my own eyes.
Her breathing ragged, she squeezes her eyes shut, fighting me with surprisingly strong thigh muscles as I take her by the knees. I frown. “Let me see what’s mine.” She whimpers, but finally relents, allowing me to pull her legs apart. The sight of her like this—used by me—is so fuckin’ hot it makes my head cloudy with lust all over again.Fuck.
I glance up to see she’s staring at me with a blank look.
My gaze returns to her pussy, following the slow seeping of my cum as it slides down to her puckered asshole.
She sucks in a breath, and before I realize what she’s doing, her eyes focus on the necklace I’ve worn for the last three years. She reaches out, curiosity sliding over her features. Her voice has a ragged quality to it. “Is this important to you? I’ve noticed you wear it every day.” Her finger skims over the arrow, brow furrowing.
My brain jolts with the knowledge that she has no idea what she’s asking. I exhale hard. “It’s nothing.”It’s my sister’s.I take it from her, tucking it back inside my shirt where it belongs, and swallow roughly as the warmth of the metal seeps into my skin.
“Oh.”
To distract myself from the searing pain flowing through my body at the reminder of Juliette, I glance down at Elliot’s well-used pussy again and drag my fingertip slowly through the mess I made of her.
That’s when I see them. Thin, silvery scars on her upper, inner thighs. About two dozen of them, if I were to guess. I draw in a breath, careful not to fixate on them or what it could mean. There’s no way—No, no, no.I can’t deal with that. My mind rages.Not now. Not this week, especially.
My eyes flicker over Elliot. This girl. She puts on a front—a good one at that. Confident. Bold. I grip the back of my neck with both hands, as my jaw goes rigid with disbelief. There’s something else there in her eyes. Trepidation. Worry. Angst. But there’s no fucking way she’s like Juliette.
Unwilling to take myself to dark places, I stuff my memories down deep where I can’t feel them as much—or I tell myself I don’t. My heart clenches and thuds hard as I let my gaze wander Elliot’s face. There’s no fucking way. Anguish floods my system; I can’t handle being in the same room with her. I pull her roughly from the counter and set her on her feet. I grind out through clenched teeth, “Thanks for the fuck.”
