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I don’t remember her name, and I don’t like her face, which is why I’m fucking her like this. Her face is too done up. Her makeup is too heavy, and everything about her feels fucking fake, from her bleach blonde hair with dark roots to her bowling ball tits. I hate that shit. But she’s tight enough, and even though her screams and moans are just as fake as the rest of her, I can feel my balls drawing up, so I know I’m gonna come inside her soon.
“Oh shit!” she moans. “Fuck yes, right there! Ooooh, you’re so good!”
It’s some shit straight from a porno, and not even a good one. It’s so over the top, and it’s grating on my goddamned nerves just listening to her high pitched, breathy voice.
I change the angle of my thrusts, jackhammering into her, slamming right into that spot that changes her moans from fake bullshit to the real deal. They stop being moans, sounding more like squeaks and grunts, and the shitty dialogue finally dries up. She almost sounds like she’s in pain as I make her take every single inch of me with each hard stroke.
I look down, watching myself slide in and out of her. My tattooed shaft stretches her walls over and over again, the condom shiny with her arousal.
Those particular tattoos always surprise people, even though they fit in with the rest of my look. I’ve got ink everywhere—some of which I gave myself, and some of which I got from other people. The skin that’s not tattooed is scarred, and every scar has a story that’s pretty fucked up. But I don’t know anyone who has happy scar stories, so whatever.
The size difference between me and this girl is pretty ridiculous. Aside from her big ass fake tits, everything else about her is petite, and I’m pretty jacked, so it’s not hard to grab her and use her however I want to.
Judging from the sounds still pouring out of her mouth, she likes it. Her noises are real now, but they’re still getting on my fucking nerves.
“Shut the fuck up,” I grunt, slapping her ass hard.
She screams, and if the sounds coming out of her mouth are actual words, I can’t understand them.
“I said shut up,” I grind out, pumping my hips harder.
Her mouth is open, and I can hear her ragged breathing as I drive into her hard and brutally. I dig my nails into her hips, leaving half-moon indents in her skin as I drag her into each deep, punishing thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the room.
The girl sounds like an animal now, grunting and groaning, writhing on the bed like she’s being exorcised.
“That’s it,” I rasp. “Fucking take it. I know you like this.”
She mewls into the mattress, and I can feel her start to go tighter around me, the spasms and twitching showing that she’s close.
Over the sound of my harsh breathing and her cries, the slam of a door and the murmur of low voices downstairs catch my attention, letting me know that my brothers are home.
We all live together in a warehouse space that’s attached to our chop shop, and this won’t be the first time that Ransom and Victor have come home to find me going to town on some girl.
I need sex a lot, and they just deal with it.
I didn’t even bother to shut the door all the way, and I know they can hear us going at it. The way the warehouse is set up, shit echoes. But that doesn’t make me stop for a second.
“Oh,fuck!” the girl screeches.
She clamps down tight around me, her walls squeezing me in a way that sets me off too. I slam into her hard and fast, chasing that hot, intense feeling, and I finish in the condom I’m wearing a second later, breathing hard.
I catch my breath, still buried inside that tight, wet heat as Victor appears in the doorway, looking into the room like he’s not fazed one bit. It takes more than this to rattle my twin, and he barely even glances at the girl as he pushes the door open a bit wider.
It’s pretty easy to tell we’re twins from how we look. Vic’s hair is almost the exact same dark shade as mine, although his eyes are a clear blue where mine lean more toward gray. Our features are similar too, although we each wear them differently.
Vic is more closed off from his emotions, whereas I usually let mine rule me, leaning into things like anger and lust and whatever the fuck else I feel that day. My twin keeps his shit on a tight rein, and there’s nothing he hates more than feeling like he’s lost control.
His expression is impassive as he meets my gaze, and this conversation, whatever it’s about to be, could be happening anywhere. The fact that I’m balls deep in some woman doesn’t even matter.
“Tonight’s the night,” he says.
He leaves it at that, but I don’t need to hear more to know what he’s talking about.
My heart stutters in my chest, and I pull out of the girl, letting her drop onto the bed. Now that I’m not holding on to her anymore, she lifts her head and finally notices Vic standing there.
“What the fuck?” She screeches, scrambling over the mattress and trying to cover herself up.
I huff a breath, lifting an eyebrow. “Oh,nowyou wanna be modest? Where was all that when you were begging for my cock an hour ago?”
