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I kiss her neck, more feral need welling up inside me, a growly pant escaping my clenched lips. "Only when you touch it, baby girl. Only when you touch it."
A burst of cum rockets out of me.
I can’t help myself.
I lift Olivia’s body and slam her cunt on my cock.
I fuck her like a sex toy.
Lifting her up and down.
Rutting into her.
That’s when the bathroom door swings open.
A dark aura falls across the bathroom as Colt marches in.
Colt looks pissed off as fuck. His ultra-refined muscular body is tense and ready for combat. His icy black eyes are specked with flares of blue, lending them the look of dark gems with electric currents running through them. His jaw ticks as he stares at Olivia, fury in his gaze.
Primal anger radiates out of him. He clearly can’t stand the sight of Olivia enjoying herself with me and Brock.
"You filthy fucking whore," Colt screams, marching toward Olivia and pulling his pants down. "You really think it’s okay to ride Rook’s dick in the bathtub without letting me know?! I took your virginity last night. I fucked you hard. I swung by to take you out to the finest brunch spot in Manhattan and now you’re fucking my friends without me. I’m throwing out that pink diamond watch I bought you. You don’t deserve it. It’s going in the fucking trash with the notebook full of poems that I wrote you."
Olivia shrieks as she clutches my hands. "Help me, Rook!"
Colt grabs her face and rams his cock down her throat. He fucks her with unrelenting intensity. He stares down at her the entire time. In. Out. In. Out. Harder. His cock bulges out her throat.
She gags on it as she drives her fingernails into my hand. For a second, I’m tempted to tell Colt to stop. Then, I remember what a dirty girl our Olive is.
Olivia’s pussy clenches around my dick. She likes this. She’ll never admit it, but she craves it. I wonder if this is why she’s in the tub with me right now. She wanted Colt to come in and catch her. Punish her. Teach her a lesson.
Colt saws a hole in her throat. I have no idea how she’s still conscious. Rough animalistic grunts rip free from his lips. He’s not making love to her. He’s taking her rough.
Hard. Raw. No love. No affection. No feeling. Sheer savagery. One feral thrust after another.
"I’ll teach you not to disrespect me, bitch."
Olivia’s pussy leaks cum. It trickles down my rock-hard shaft. The sound of it splashing in the water fills the room.
Colt plunges deeper into her throat. Violence possesses his fierce eyes. He’s not seeing Olivia. He’s seeing pure fury. Hatred.
He’s recalling what happened to Chelsie all those years ago.
"Take my cum like the little whore you are. This is all you’re good for. Your mother died on you and your father doesn’t love you. Without me, you’re nothing. You’re a fucking slut who can barely even read. That’s why you didn’t love my poems. You’re an illiterate bitch who sucked some professor’s dick to get into Saintswood."
Degradation.
Humiliation.
Olivia can’t take it.
She screams into Colt’s dick, her pussy letting go, squirting out hot shots of cum, her climax blazing through her, her cunt strangling my dick, trying to murder it.
Her body goes limp, her pink clit sticking straight up and tingling, squirts flying out of her like a tornado, flying through the bathroom.
Her jets of cum bounce off the water and hit Brock’s face, smacking him like she’s hitting him, and he growls as he beats off in her jets, stroking his cock, masturbating in a hurricane of pussy.
Colt keeps his cock down Olivia’s throat.
