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Story: Distorted Obsession
My head is still turned as I stride through the door, bumping into someone. There’s a soft grunt before my hand instinctively shoots out, steadying a woman.
“Sorry—”
“Sorry—”
We both blurt, fumbling our words. She expresses her sincerest apologies, and I extend my own while shaking my head to tell her it’s unnecessary. Only when I look past her do I notice she isn’t alone.
A gorgeous girl with flushed cheeks stands off to the side. “I’m so sorry, Miss Castillo. It’s my fault. I was moving too?—”
“Eva,” the woman in the cranberry-colored pencil skirt and silky cream dress shirt turns to her. “It was no one’s fault.”
Nodding, Eva skitters past, and I watch, transfixed. She’s grasping the doorknob when Miss Castillo shouts, “Please tell Dr. Pierce everything is set.”
It’s not until she’s gone from the room that I register the name.
No, it can’t be—what are the chances?
Yanking my phone from my pocket, I pull up the file. What started as a waste of time just became my jackpot. My lips curl up into a smile—the idea forming with little resistance. All of my father’s earlier warnings go up in flames.
I’ll have to make sure he doesn’t find out until it’s done because it’s better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.
7
colter
“Deeper,”I command, holding Portia’s head down as my brother thrusts into her so violently I think she may just pass out. It’d be what she deserved for the stunt she pulled.
I fist her hair at that thought, pumping into her mouth, ignoring the gurgling gasps for air.
Her palms smack against my legs, but I don’t stop. My pace doubles.I’m so close. I hiss when her fingers dig into my thighs, but the sting barely scratches the surface.It’s not enough.
Reaching between our bodies, I pinch her nose. It takes a second to recognize she’s lost her last vestige of air, and she begins to buck.
“Fuck, Colt. Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. Her pussy is strangling the shit out of my cock right now,” my brother grunts.
I lift my gaze and laugh. Cooper is pulling out as I am thrusting in—like a seesaw.
His mirth-filled eyes meet mine, and we both snicker. It’s a silent conversation. Both of us convey our intention.
This is one of the best parts of tag-teaming with him.
Portia squirms, fighting to break free, but my grip remains firm, and I have zero intention of loosening until I get what I need, and the dumb slut knows this. It’s part of the reason she keeps coming back. Our fucks are punishments. They’re not made to be sweet or passionate—they’re made to teach lessons to the offender.
I snap my hips forward, fucking her mouth. I should take it easy on her. The barbells lining my dick must be scraping against her cheeks. But I don’t. She knew exactly what to expect.
News of how Cooper and I are when we decide to fuck someone together has spread far and wide on this campus. Yet, Portia keeps coming back.
However, this time is different.
Relaxing my hold, I allow her just enough air to keep her from dying. I’m definitely not into necrophilia. Somnophilia—absolutely.It’s one of the philias I enjoy.
“Shit,” I bark, looking down at her as her nails finally breaks skin. She’s digging them in so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if one of her Wolverine-style claws breaks.
Fisting her brunette tresses, I yank her head up and slam into her mouth as tears stream down her tan, flushed skin. She struggles so beautifully. I almost want to photograph her like this.
Portia makes one final attempt, and I tsk, “You take what I give, you dirty cum slut. Remember who’s in control.”
I feel my blood dripping down my legs, and I groan. The pain finally catapults me from a world where my sister isn’t dead. I thrust harder, then faster, chasing the high.
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