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He kisses me as we fuck, hard, just like I asked. His mouth is so hot and needy, and he slams me against the door as an orgasm floods my body, starting at my toes and winding its way through my pussy and ending in my heart. It pounds for him, beating so damn fast, and I feel a hot wave of tears fill my eyes, and I don't know why I'm crying except my body is alive in a way it's never been before.
I try to catch my breath, watching Sailor as he comes deep inside me, my pussy throbbing as it happens, as his seed fills me up, making me full and warm and his.
I bury my face in his chest as he finishes, and then ever so gently, he sets me down, pushing the hair back from my face. "Oh, Sweetie, you are everything."
"I'm just a girl crying in your arms."
"No," he whispers. "You are a woman who is making a man out of me."
His words spark another rush of want through me, and I whimper as the pleasure seeps out of my pussy. I stroke his cock, silently begging him to stay.
He gets a needy look in his eyes that slices through any doubt. He spins me around, my hands flying to grab the edge of the counter, and he runs his big hands over my back, massaging my ass, then pressing his cock into my pussy from behind. He thrusts deep inside of me.
"You wanted it, hard, Sweetie? I'll make you cry tears of fucking joy."
"Yes, please," I beg him. "Make me weep for you."
He begins to pound against me, my newly tapped cunt wide awake and his for the taking. He holds onto my hips, pleasuring me with each thrust, hitting my g-spot in a way that makes me start gushing for him this time as we fuck. I feel every hair on my body stand on end as he takes me as his own.
"Let me be your fuck toy," I moan. "Mark me as your little whore." I know the filthy words sound wrong on my lips, forbidden and taboo, but when I say them to him it makes me feel beautiful and sexy and so, so wet.
His balls slap against my swollen pussy and as he pounds against me, I can't hold back anymore. I cry out in pleasure as the orgasm rushes through me, my hands gripping the counter so hard my knuckles are white. He releases inside me, deep to my core just as someone swings open the backroom door.
"What the fuck!" Porter is here, screaming, and Sailor's hands hold onto my hips as his come still pours into my cunt.
"You think you can fuck my sister?" Smith yells, pulling Sailor away from me, knocking him in the jaw with a solid punch.
"Stop," I scream, my pussy already aching to be filled again, hating that my time was stolen by my asshole brothers. "Don't hurt him!"
But it's no use. Nixon pins him to the table and they begin punching him one after the next. Sailor fights back, for a second, but then his eyes meet mine and all I see is regret.
I gasp, reeling at the thought that this didn't mean to him what it means to me. Something real and permanent and strong.
He just told me he wanted to leave, to set sail.
I'm a fool.
Still, my brothers are beating him up.
"Please," I beg. "Stop punching him!"
They don't listen, they keep hitting him, three on one, until his face is bloody, until his eyes are swollen shut and his body has been pummeled within an inch of his life. Then they grab him and his pile of clothes and push him outside the shop. I rush after him, desperate to hold him in my arms, to call an ambulance--but my brothers hold me back.
"You're not going after that piece of shit," Nixon warns.
I scream for him, begging him to turn around, but if he does I don't get a chance to see.
Because my brothers are pushing me in the backroom, telling me I'm a slut, to get dressed, to get to work. They shame me, ridicule me, and I try to leave. I struggle to get to the door again, but it's no use.
By the time I finally get them off my back, I go outside where it's dark.
Sobbing, I'm forced to accept the cold, hard truth.
He's gone.
And after what my family did to him, he'd be a fool to ever come back.SampsonIt isn't supposed to go this way.
Me, pushed to the curb, bloody and broken--the girl of my dreams screaming from behind the door.
I'm not letting Sweetie's brothers beat me down, but as I pull on my jeans, the captain of my ship just so happens to pull down the road in his car.
