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"You pissed me off, bitch. Now, you’re going to jerk my fucking cock off in the quad. We know there are people. They won’t fucking say anything. We run this school. We’ll beat their fucking asses if they do so much as shoot you a look."
"Please." My eyes well with tears, and my latte tips over, spilling the drink on the grass.It’s a fitting parallel to the way I feel."I was so good."
Rook’s eyes turn to black obsidian. "Talk back to Brock one more fucking time and see what I do to you. I haven’t used my belt on a bitch in months, but you might bring out my dark side."
With trembling fingers, I reach up and grip Brock’s zipper. His cock pulsates and elongates under the harsh metal teeth, every inch filling out. It reminds me that he’s in control here, that even if he showed kindness earlier, it was only a chance occasion.
Brock, Rook, and Colt’s true nature is domination. Nothing more, nothing less. They want me on my knees, submitting to them, serving them, worshipping them.
My fingers shake as I tug Brock’s zipper down.
He tightens his grip on my cheek. "Use your fucking teeth."
Leaning in, I secure the zipper between my two front teeth. It slips, hurting my gums and I wince in pain. But I can’t ask Brock to have mercy on me, because that will only upset him even more.
Pain, not for myself, but for these two men circles through me. What happened to them that made them so tough? Remorseless? I want to rewind to their childhoods to plumb the depths of what went on. Something happened. Something bad and ugly that turned them into monsters.
My teeth manage to snag Brock’s zipper down. My nose presses against his mammoth erection over his briefs, every inch hard. It jolts as my forehead rubs against it, twitches like a saber of destruction.
Lifting my head, I release Brock’s zipper and bring my teeth to the band of his briefs. I bite it, then tug the briefs down. Half of his hard, aching cock is exposed, angry veins running through it.
My pussy tingles in the most humiliating way. I clench my thighs together, willing myself not tofeelanything. I don't want to enjoy their sick game. I don't want to be the horny slut that enjoys these men dominating me in front of the entire college on the quad.
"Quit stalling, slut."
I pull Brock’s dick out, watching as it swings upward and slams into his abs. I haven’t had a chance to study it in depth before. It’s the first erect male dick I’ve gotten to stare at in the sunlight, the natural light illuminating every facet of it.
Hard. Tough. Huge.
The pink head beads with pre-cum, leaking in a display of sheer alpha dominance. This thick thing would tear my innocent eighteen-year-old pussy in two and split it down the middle. I glance at Rook who’s tenting out in his khakis, and fight off the wave of horror combined with need that seeps over me. Rook’s cock would be even more terrifying to take. I’m glad he hasn’t chosen to have his way with me yet no matter how hard I protest. My body isn’t ready.
My fingers lock around Brock’s shaft. This is my first time truly touching a dick, and it pulsates in my grip. It’s soft yet hard, and when I push it down, the pink head expands angrily.
"That’s right, little slut. Keep my cock by your pretty face. Take in every inch of it before it ravages every inch of your virgin pussy."
I run my hand up and down, feeling the way Brock’s cock throbs and aches. Pre-cum slips down my wrist, so much that it creates a stream. His cock is a beastly one, a terrifying one that inspires nightmares.
A moan threatens to slip out from my throat, but I clamp my teeth together to trap it. God knows why, but my panties are so wet that I need a fresh pair. Being humiliated by this man shouldn’t turn me on. I was an innocent freshman two weeks ago, naïve to the ways of men. I thought I’d jerk my first dick off in my dorm room, with my shy, cute boyfriend coming instantly in my palm, and then apologizing for not lasting longer.
Brock is world’s away from that imaginary boyfriend that looking back I’m glad as fuck I never had. That dude couldn’t please me like Brock, not in a million years. I’m not sure why I assumed some losergentlemanwould be my first instead of an apex predator, but I’m not too prideful to admit that I was mistaken.
Pre-cum spurts out of the tip of Brock’s furious shaft, bubbling on my wrist. It glistens in the sunlight, the flow intense and unrelenting.
My stepbrother once told me that pre-cum happens when a man is really excited. Some came out of his soft dick once when he showed it to me on my bed, and he said it was because he was so close to an angel.
The memory of my stepbrother’s disgusting words revolts me. My stomach heaves, and I try not to gag.
All at once, I want to run. Get away from here. All men horrify me, and I want nothing to do with them. They use women like me, hurt us, and don't even throw us a towel to clean up the mess they squirt on us.
Brock drives his thumb into my cheek. "You’re gone, my sweet Olive. Get your mind back to me. Your King."
"I need to go." I blink hard, fending off tears. Shame for liking this makes me want to cry. Brock already made me spill my pumpkin spice latte, and now his vicious dick is bringing up memories of a man I really don't want to think about. One who didn’t respect my boundaries when I was a little girl and he came into my room. Nate.
A strand of pre-cum flies out of Brock’s cock, smacking my cheek. It acts as a silencing mechanism, preventing me from protesting anymore.
"Jerk me off, bitch. Hurry the fuck up in case someone whips out a phone and films you. You wouldn’t want everyone at Saintswood getting a glimpse of you serving me."
With every stroke, my pussy aches even more. I hate my body for it, despite that it’s betraying me. All I want is for Rook to slide his finger into me and test me to see if I’m pure again.
