Page 33 of Better Run
I can’t help it. Lightning shoots through me, and I come hard. I pulse and pulse, breathing hard and ragged.
I don’t notice Cole move. Suddenly there’s something cold and hard against my pussy.
“Relax.”
I stiffen.
“It’s not that big. Our cocks are bigger, you better get used to it.”
“Please…” I squirm to get away. To relieve the over-stimulation.
“Please what, little one? Please make it good? Please don’t make it hurt?” His voice lowers, “Oh, but I think you like a little pain with your pleasure.”
He presses the shaker slightly into me, and I cry out. My pussy stretches to get around it. The unforgiving edges burn.
“Good girl. You’re doing so good.” He pushes it in more.
I press back against Jayden to get away. Cole adds a finger to my clit, and the already sensitive area quickly responds. The pain mixes with pleasure.
“Cole,” I breathe.
“Mhmm?” I feel his arm moving gently up and down and the hard object inside as he fucks me.
I groan, “I can’t…”
Jayden shushes me, “You don’t have to do anything. Just take it.”
I drop my head against the tree. I want to fight the pleasure again. At that moment, Jayden leans in and bites my neck hard, and Cole pushes the bottle deep inside while pressing on my clit. I come. I give a shuddering cry, a mix of tears, pain, and pleasure.
The world blurs a bit as I come down. I breathe and barely notice Jayden shifting behind me. He brushes his nose to my neck, making me shiver and bare it for him.
Sharp pain bites into my neck and stings. I jerk.
“Easy. We’ve got you.”
“What—”
“I’m getting déjà vu,” Jayden purrs into my ear. “Last time we did this you became mine.”
Oh shit. Did he drug me? I struggle, but he has me in an iron hold. I kick and fight until the world blurs and spins. Until I can’t anymore.
***
Everything feels fuzzy like my brain is wrapped in cotton candy. Something buzzes.
I moan. I hear familiar voices in the background. Deep, guttural voices.
Some of the fog clears.
“…waking up…”
The buzzing continues. As does vibrating right above my ass.
I try to open my eyes. Light filters in and I squint. I see colors and shapes that look slightly off, like I’m looking at the world through a bubble.
I moan.
“Relax, kitten.”
