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Fuck. That was good.
My entire body clenched as her scent rushed into my head, making me dizzy for a second. This room was like nothing I’d ever seen outside of movies. Clean and smoke-free, it was warm and cozy, wholesome in a way that made me ache. What would it have been like to grow up so safe? So loved? It wasn’t something I’d ever know.
I slipped my hand under the pillow as I leaned in closer. The skin of her neck smelled so good, I had to taste it.
Just then, my fingers brushed by a hard object. Excitement shot through my belly as I reached for it and dragged it slowly out.
A journal.
Jackpot.
* * *
An hour later, I was back in my room. I hadn’t been able to move while I read the journal. I should have simply stolen it, but the contents had rooted me to the spot. After all, it wasn’t every day someone found themselves the star of the show in the mind of someone who hated them.
I shut the door, wishing I could lock it, and lay on the bed. My phone vibrated with a message, and I quickly checked it.
Golden boy, you’re going to pay for the other night. After everything I’ve done for you, you can’t get rid of me that easily. I’ll see you soon.
Fucking Jack. I should have killed him when he’d come for me with a knife, but I’d promised myself that I’d never kill–not again. Two deaths were enough to weigh anyone’s soul down.
Instead, I’d fought him off, beaten him and gotten the hell out of there before calling Coach Williams. If he hadn’t offered to come and get me right then, I might have gone back and finished good ol’ Uncle Jack once and for all.
I closed the message and opened my photo app, staring at the diary pages I’d just read.Holy fuck. Nothing could have prepared me for the effects of reading Lily’s journal. Absolutely nothing. If a twisted sort of interest in my new foster sister had been blossoming in me before, now it threatened to explode into something else entirely.
Obsession, pure and simple.
I flicked through the photos I’d taken of her pretty scrawled pages. With my other hand, I worked my jeans open. I’d been aching and hard as hell since the second I’d walked into her pretty-smelling room, and I couldn’t take one more second. I pushed my jeans and boxers down my hips and palmed my cock. I could hear her voice reading her words in my head.
I dreamed of him last night. I know it was him. If anyone asked me to my face, I’d deny it, but I can’t deny it here. I dreamed of Cayden West holding me down and pushing inside me, and I woke up wetter than I’ve ever been. Is that normal?
I moved my hand up my cock, circling the head and then sliding back down the shaft. I made my grip tight, just like I imagined Lily’s little virgin cunt would be.
He was holding me down, his hand pressing my throat hard. There were stars behind my eyes, but his breath in my ear was steady. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I knew he was only going to make me feel good.
Just that line had my tip leaking precum. When was the last time someone had trusted me with their safety? Especially someone as perfect and special as Lily? I groaned low in my throat. I couldn’t help it. I pumped my cock lazily from root to tip, lightly arching my hips into the movement.
He touched me all over; his fingers were hard, but they felt so good. Then, he pushed between my legs, and his skin was so hot. When he pressed inside me, he was so big, I could barely breathe. He covered my mouth with his hand, and I couldn’t make a sound. I could scream, and no one would hear. He was breaking all the rules, and no one, including me, could stop him.
Fuck. I was gonna come. I was going to blow my load on my stomach just from reading Lily’s dream journal, and it was going to be the hardest I’d ever come, I could tell. I stroked faster.
He whispered in my ear the whole time he was fucking me hard into the mattress. He told me I was being good for him and I was perfect. He told me I could do no wrong. He told me that no one could stop him, that he didn’t care who saw us, that he’d claim me any time and any place – that I was his property, to fuck whenever he felt like. He told me he’d fill me up with cum and let me walk around school that way, so everyone would know I was his.
I was losing it. The absolute, shocking filth of my Lily’s imagination was driving me forward, and nothing could stop me now.
He used my body for his pleasure, taking me roughly and forcing me to come on his cock, again and again. He made me come so many times, holding me down through it, forcing me to peak until I was shaking, and when I thought I couldn’t take one more orgasm, he came, too, filling me up, just like he’d promised. His cum was so hot inside me – it felt so real.
With a groan that I felt down to my toes, I came. Hot ropes of cum splashed up my hand and across my belly in jets, striping me with white. My cock pulsed uncontrollably, jerking out of my grip, and my balls were as high up as they could go, emptying themselves so thoroughly, I’d have to shower to clean up. I pumped my hand up and down my slick shaft a few more times, until only dribbles of cum were left, leaking from my tip, and it was too sensitive to continue. More sated than I’d ever felt–my muscles felt slack as I relaxed on the bed–I lazily fished the only thing I’d taken from Lily’s room from my pocket.
I knew she’d wear cotton panties. These ones had tiny microscopes on them. They were cute as hell and worn. They smelled divine. I pressed them to my face and inhaled deeply before using them to clean the cum off my stomach and hand.
Starting tomorrow, Lily Williams was going to understand that I finally had something on her. She’d realize that our little power struggle was over, and I’d won.
I owned her ass, and now that I’d read her journal, I was looking forward to owning—and enjoying —the rest of her, too.
Don’t worry, Freckles, I’m going to make all your dreams come true.
Lily
