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He snakes his hand into my wet hair, yanking my head back as he fucks me relentlessly. I hold my breath when the sharp, delicious pain of his piercings hit something deep inside of me. His balls slap against me, but I need more, so I bend forward and grab my ankles. It’s the perfect angle for him to hit my clit now.

“Shiiiiiiit,” Christian draws out as his fingers dig into my hips while he fucks me hard.

My body rocks against him as he buries his cock deeper with each thrust, hitting something sweet. I have that feeling of needing to pee again when Christian’s fingers find my clit.

Letting out a hoarse scream, I feel my pussy grip him as I come like it’s the first orgasm I’ve ever had. I move my hands from my ankles back to the wall as my pussy walls pulse around his dick. I’m squirting again, coating his balls and thighs with my clear liquid.

“Ahhhh,” Christian moans long and loud, slapping my ass with one hand while continuing to rub my clit with the other.

“Fuck. Yes, yes, yes!” I cry out as my throat feels like I’m swallowing knives again, but the pleasure buzzing through my body far outweighs the pain.

Christian pulls out when my pussy stops pulsing around him, and I hum when he strokes himself to completion on my lower back, coating me with his cum.

His chuckle fills the bathroom next as he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to his chest. I love when he gets possessive of me. I grab his forearm, grinning when he kisses the side of my neck.

“You couldn’t be more perfect if I created you myself, little hellfire,” he whispers into my neck before he reaches over and pumps some soap into his hand.

I grin when he gently washes me clean, not saying another word as his hands worship my body in another way entirely. Who knew Christian could be so gentle? I like this side of him.

“How does it feel?” I ask, breaking the silence between us.

“Fucking amazing. My dick still wants to play,” he says with a laugh.

My cheeks blush as I look over and find him still hard as a rock. “I meant not having your ankle bracelet on anymore, but that works, too.”

“Oh.” He laughs again. “That feels fucking amazing, too.”

“Where did you go earlier? You weren’t here when I woke up. Zeke told me you had gone out.”

He turns me around to face him before he grabs my jaw and drops his smirk. “I had some things to take care of now that I have my freedom back.” Kissing me, he distracts me from our conversation as he pushes me against the cool marble wall.

Moaning into his mouth, he grabs both of my thighs and lifts me, pushing his cock back into my sore pussy. He swallows my whimpers when he captures my mouth, thrusting deeper into me. I wrap my arms around his neck while he lifts and drops me. Then I frame his jaw with one hand and kiss him hard, swallowing his grunts as he kisses me back.

“Such a good fucking girl, Billie,” he rasps against my lips as he presses his wet forehead to mine.

I whimper, nodding against him. “Yes.”

“You like being filled by my big cock, don’t you?”

Again, I whimper and nod. He feels so good, filling me until the tip of him reaches the pit of my stomach once more. I want to remember how this feels so I can look back on this moment when I’m older and more than likely married to a man who doesn’t love me.

“Tell me you want me to fill you up. Tell me you want my cum dripping from your cunt, Billie.”

“Oh my God,” I cry out as my eyes roll into the back of my head. “Fill me up, Christian. I want my pussy dripping with your cum all day. Please,” I beg.

With a groan, he slams his mouth over mine and pounds into my pussy like it’s the last time he’ll ever fuck it. Then his thrusts become uneven before he slows to nothing, grunting as he pulls his lips from mine.

“You’re going to be full of our cum until graduation, little hellfire.”

I’m spent, unable to respond, as he sets me on my feet. His phone rings, echoing through the bathroom as he steps out and grabs it from the counter. I watch him from beneath the hot water in a completely blissful haze as I wash my chest slowly. He turns and winks at me while he talks with whoever called.

My mind drifts to Zeke as heat fills my cheeks again. Where did he go? I hate to think he’s sitting in the bedroom right now, pissed as hell from listening to Christian fucking me twice in the shower. But honestly, I feel like Zeke would have burst through the door like the damn Kool Aid man if that were true. They both have this possessiveness over me—that I love—so there is no way Zeke sat there and listened. He must not be here.

And my thoughts are confirmed when Christian comes back into the shower with me.

“Zeke will be back with food in ten. Let me finish washing you so we can get something in your stomach.” He kisses me softly before putting soap in his hands again, washing me better than the first time.

I’m going to have to learn how to manage these two when we’re alone. It seems like they’re torn between sharing me and keeping me to themselves, and I don’t want to lose either or both of them. Maybe we’ll address the elephant in the room after I get some much-needed food and energy—since, ya know, I just lost most of mine riding Christian’s cock twice.

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