Page 60 of Make You Wish You Were Dead
"Rowan," Jane sighs.
"You’re so wet and I haven't even touched you yet." I sit up and lick my bottom lip, tasting her arousal on my lips. Jane moans and I look at her hands gripping the sheets. I bring my finger to the front of her face. "Spit." She spits on my finger and I wrap my hand around my cock, spreading her saliva on me so that I have some lube.
"Please, Rowan," Jane begs.
I place my hands on her ass and press my cock against her before thrusting inside her making her moan and try to move away. I hold her hips against mine, my cock reaching so deep inside her my eyes close.
"Jesus christ." I pull out and then thrust back in. "Try not to scream," I say before pulling out and thrusting back inside her, but harder. "Sweet pussy." I grind against her faster and harder, her ass hitting my thighs.
"Rowan-'' she moans, but I cut her off and put three fingers inside her mouth and lift her body so her back is against my chest.
"What did I say Jane?" I whisper in her ear as I pound into her harder. "You think I want people to hear how you sound? You want your dad to know I'm destroying his daughter’s sweet pussy?" I say menacingly. "God he'd kill me but it feels so good." I thrust in really slow for a second before going in fast.
"Rowan," she says softly around my finger and her arms wrap around my neck and touch my hair.
"If he found out what I do to you, he would cut off my cock and then bury me alive. But you're just too good, Jane," I say which makes her clench onto my cock.
"Rowan, I need to come."
"I know, baby. Just another minute," I say in her ear.
Jane's other hand touches the back of my thighs, feeling me pump into her. "Rowan, please."
Her little whine is what makes my cock twitch. "Come," I say, which makes her pussy grip onto me as I release inside her.
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Jane
I have to go.My family is calling me," I said but Brendan doesn't listen. "Brendan," I say while trying to pull my wrist from his hand. "Let me go."
Brendan keeps his grip on my wrist, not letting me go. This time his face seems so familiar to me. I swear I've seen his colored hair and the way his lips lift in a sinister smile.
I know who he is.
I have to.
"Honey, you're the one who came to me, remember? You were begging me to fuck you."
"No," I said as some tears ran down my face. "Please." I begged, wanting to close my eyes and never open them ever again.
I just want it all to end.
It's all my fault. I should have never opened my mouth or talked to him.
Brendan pushed me to the floor so that I landed on my stomach. I tried to get up but then Brendan pinned me to the ground and I put my face against the floor, closing my eyes, wishing everything would just go away and disappear.
"You're so fucking pretty it almost hurts to look at you," Brendan said.
He lifted my dress and my heart rate sped up and I tried to get up from the floor.
"No no, please please please." Tears ran down my face and I tried to push him away from pinning my hands to the floor. "Let me go. Let me go! Let me go-" Brendan put his hand over my mouth so I couldn't scream. I saw a crown tattoo on his finger as he gripped the bottom of my face. He ripped my underwear off and I felt my body go limp. "Don't scream my name too much, honey," he said, before slamming inside me.
I open my eyes and sit up from the bed as tears roll down my face. My breathing is heavy and I feel like I can't breathe properly.
"I'm here," I hear a voice say but I can't concentrate on who is trying to calm me down. All I feel are his hands on me. Him pulling my dress up and- "It's okay Jane." Someone touches me and I jump out of the bed letting out a cry.
I press my back against my closet and slide down until my knees are to my chest.
