Page 7 of Obsessed Kings

Kicking ass on the field.

"Hey, Brock."

A gaggle of wide-eyed sophomores bats their fake eyelashes at me after practice.

The sight immediately pisses me off.

"Leave me the fuck alone." I don't mince words.

One of the sophomores pouts. "Come on."

She pulls down her skirt, exposing her freshly waxed pussy. Before the frat party last weekend, I would’ve been on her at once.

"You three sluts need to find Jesus. Fucking whores distracting me from my true calling in life. Football. Fucking nasty, all three of you. You disgust me."

They burst into tears and run away. The one who showed me her pussy flips me off.

I don't give a fuck. Let them cry. Let them call me an asshole or make up some fake shit about me.

I’ve seen the light.

I take a step forward… and all at once, a vision of divine perfection overpowers me. I’m Jesus on the road to Damascus because I’m gazing at an angel.

The memory of her wavy auburn hair in my unwavering hands makes my cock turn into a log. The way she took Colt’s cock as Rook fucked her fist was unlike anything I’d ever seen.

The second I caught her staring at me and my two best friends who are closer than brothers to me, I knew she was a bad little bitch who needed to be put in place. It was a pleasure holding her hands back so she couldn’t fight Colt off.

Colt is the alpha predator of Saintswood. Girls kowtow to him and give into his every demand. He doesn’t fuck as many bitches as me because he doesn’t want to. He’s too focused on the team. Winning. Excellence at all costs.

Rook is an enigma of mystery. He’s a sadistic sonofabitch who was in and out of juvie as a boy. That’s why he’s covered in tattoos and intimidating as fuck. Rook also has a sensitive side, meaning that he likes to take his bitches to the mall after he fucks them. He’ll also buy his bitch tampons when she gets her period.

"Please. I’m a virgin. Don’t do this."

A sick burst of need ignites my core when I recall her pleas. Was the slut really a virgin? I didn’t believe her at first, but judging by the shock that went through her body when Colt rammed his dick down her throat, I couldn’t help but wonder.

"Tell me why that’s so fucking hot."

If my best friends and I wrecked a virgin’s innocence at a frat party because she looked at us the wrong way, we’re true players.

I love it.

You can only fuck so many Saintswood bitches before they blend together. Our girl from the party is… special. I can’t put my finger on why even though it's clear as day.

The most beautiful roses are the ones that grow in desolate locations. They spring up from patches of rough dirt and rock, giving off an aura of beauty that’s ten times more powerful than roses you purchase by the dozen.

The auburn-haired girl is my desolate rose. I hadn’t realized that the bitches here at Saintswood had all become weeds to me. What did I ever see in them? Nothing. That’s what. They were holes to fill, pussies to fuck. Ass cheeks to clap as I pillaged them with the powerful force of my cock.

"I’ve been waiting for you."

I nod at Rook who’s leaning against the wall. "I’ve got a fucking problem."

"Let me guess." Rook rams a toothpick between his two front teeth. "It’s the same one I’ve got."

Rook pulls out his phone and opens his camera roll. He shows me a video he must’ve taken last weekend.

The auburn goddess is crying as Colt drives in and out of her throat. Rook is beating his monster shaft and I’m gripping her hair so tight her scalp is turning pink. Rook explodes on her face and then I nut on the back of her head.

Fuck.

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