Page 86 of Losers, Part II


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“Patience,” he hissed. I pulled my hands back, panting and squirming. He went on toying with me, murmuring the filthiest things in my ear as he did, “You're loosening up so nicely for me. Feel how easily my fingers slide in?” As if to prove his point, he pressed his fingers deep inside me, curling them just slightly. “Do you think you’re ready to take my cock?”

“Fuck, yes.” I barely restrained myself from grinding against him again.

He smiled, his lips against my neck. “Mm, maybe I should make you wait. I love the way you squirm when I finger you.” He wedged his other arm beneath me, curling his fingers around my cock again. My entire body flinched, curling inward, instantly overwhelmed with his touch.

“Nope, no getting away,” he said. He pulled me back up, using the arm he’d hooked beneath me. Once I was pressed to his chest again, he went back to stroking me. “Stay right here with me. I want to feel you.”

I groaned hopelessly, pressing into him, arching my body against him. He tightened his grip on my shaft as he stroked me. “You’re so dramatic. I haven’t even started fucking you yet.”

His two fingers and clenched hand was more than enough to rip me apart. But then his fingers withdrew, and his cock angled up toward me. He pressed forward slowly, nudging firmly against my hole. I was so slick, so relaxed from his fingers, that it was easy for him to slide inside.

But I still felt the sudden stretch, thefullness. “God, that’s so good — Vincent, you feel so — so good —”

“Shh, relax,” he reminded me. “Just relax, babe, that’s it. Let me take care of you.”

The thrust of his cock was just as methodically lazy as the way he was stroking me. It was a slow torturous pleasure. After a while, he went still again, thrust fully inside me. He was so deep it made my toes curl.

“We’ll have to do something special for you soon,” he said. “We’ll get the whole household involved. I want you to be fucked to oblivion.”

I was gasping, writhing against him. He kept up the same firm, steady pace as he stroked me, mercilessly unwavering. His hand was so damnslick. In desperation, I moved my hips to fuck myself on him.

Oh,fuck, that —

I whimpered his name as I came. Every stroke of his hand made me shudder, it sent ripples of pleasure cascading through me. He groaned, stroking me through it, his hips jerking into me.

“Don’t think I’m going to stop anytime soon,” he said, as I lay there panting, shuddering with overstimulation as he kept stroking me. “I warned you: I want to fuck you until you pass out.”

He rolled on top of me, crushing me into the mattress as he drove into me. He’d drag his cock almost fully out of me before plunging back in, and every time he drew back, it felt like he was pulling out my soul.

He meant what he said. He fucked me until every shred of energy I had left was gone, until I couldn’t even lift my head and my eyes were falling closed, My groans had been reduced to nothing more than breathless whimpers. He shuddered, growling my name as he came inside me.

He didn’t pull out. He rolled us back onto our sides, away from the wet spot I’d left on the bed. He wrapped his arms around me again, sleepily kissing my shoulders and neck until I drifted off, completely lost to the world and all its worries.










28 - Jessica

That weekend, I didn’tgo home. Sleeping in their bed was all I wanted. The reality of what had happened was still sinking in; it barely felt real. This was the kind of thing that happened in movies and overly-dramatic teen dramas, not boring little Wickeston.

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