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“Xayden, fuck me. Please move.”
He places a hand at the center of my back, pushing me down against the coldness of the countertop. He starts to shift inside of me, hard, causing me to grip the side of the counter.
“Like this? Is this what you need, Princess?” Xayden lets out a grunt.
“Yes! Don’t stop. Fuck me harder. Make me hurt.”
A hand comes down on my ass, and I let out a moan.
“Fuck, you just squeezed the shit out of my cock. You like that, don’t you? You like a little pain.” Another hand comes down harder on me, and I moan again. “Yeah, you do.”
My mind starts to come back online, but only for a brief second. Just long enough to remind me of what is actually happening.
That I am being railed against the counter by my stepbrother.
And that I am finding complete enjoyment out of it.
That anyone can walk in here at any point and see Xayden fucking me six ways to Sunday.
But the way he feels in me, the way he squeezes my hips, the way he takes control of my body? I can’t fight that. There isn’t anything I can say to deny that I am completely at his mercy and loving it.
That familiar feeling inside me starts to bubble up. The tightening in my stomach and the vibration throughout my body tells me I’m getting closer to a release.
“Xayden, I’m so close. Please…” My words trail off as my vision blurs. Xayden’s fingers find my clit and begin furiously rubbing it. And then he pinches it, and my vision goes white.
“That’s it, Princess, come for me.”
My body shakes and every nerve ending is ignited as I crash over the edge. My orgasm rolls through me in waves, rendering me completely unable to speak, scream, or moan. My mouth opens, but not a sound comes out.
“Holy shit, fuck. Fuck.” Xayden stills inside of me, finding his own release as I come down from mine. He holds himself inside me for a moment before I feel the loss of him as he pulls out.
He doesn’t say anything. But I feel and hear him walk away. When I stand, I see him heading toward the stairs. Quickly, I yank my pants up—and just in time, too.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Monica screeches at me.
“Nothing. I’m leaving, so don’t worry about it.” I stare at the four sorority bitches as they smack the gum around in their mouths.
God, that’s so fucking annoying.
“Got some lonely frat boy to fuck you?” Ivy smirks.
“You do know that the gum won’t get the dick and cum smell out of your breath, right? It will just make it minty. Or maybe you four are more of a bubble gum flavor. Anyways my point is,everyone will still know what whores you are.” I bend down and grab my purse, then walk around the wall of sluts.
“Says the cum slut who fucked her way through the frat house in a night,” Monica snaps back.
I smile as I reach the door and then turn so they can see my smirk. “Not the whole house. Just the three most important people inside of it.” And with that, I walk out the door and start making my way back toward my dorm.
I am very aware of the can of worms that I just opened, but fuck, I couldn’t help it.
They get under my fucking skin. Their voices are like nails on a chalkboard. No wonder they are always sucking dick. It’s the easiest way to get them to shut up.
And I need to get out of here. My mind is still reeling with everything, and all I want is to be away from everyone. Should I be headed back to the dorms? Probably not. I should have my mom pick me up, take me out of this godforsaken place.
What the fuck happened? When I tried to leave the other day, I remember leaving the room, but that’s it. I don’t remember a single thing after I closed that door.
Except my father’s voice.
I know I heard it.