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"You like it, don't lie, bitch." Colt stares down at me with pure venom in his eyes. Cobras preparing to attack aren’t half as vicious. "Open wider. Don't make me hurt you."
"Hurt her." Rook’s smirk grows even wider.
"Make her pay for being such a filthy little whore."
Colt’s giant shaft nearly splits the sides of my mouth. I make a mental note to buy extra Vaseline to put on my lips because this will result in a cracked mouth if I’m not careful. He drives harder into my throat, every inch of his iron shaft throbbing.
This is what warriors used to do to the girls they won after sacking a rival city. They took them, used them, impregnated them, and told them to cry harder.
Colt’s giant nuts smack against my throat, creating thwacking sounds. When I watched his highlight reels, I never expected this to happen. I thought Colt was a pure professional, a man who prided himself on the way he handled himself on and off the field. A gentleman.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. If the way Colt’s lodging his dick down my throat and letting his enormous nuts batter-ram my esophagus is any indication, he’s a monster. As vicious and remorseless as those feral creeps you read about in the news.
Rook grabs a fistful of my hair and slides his cock through it. "Shut the fuck up while I nut in your hair, bitch. Or maybe I’ll do it on your tits. The Sinners' starting linebacker needs a pair of itty-bitty tits to spurt on tonight. Cream your slutty rack to prepare for my next game."
No. Not my tits. No man has ever seen my chest before, and I’m self-conscious because of the way Nate used to stare at me growing up. I also know that I’m not as well-endowed as many of the girls here at Saintswood.
Saintswood is an elite college for rich kids. When my advisor learned I wanted to apply, she laughed in my face. Not only did I not have the money to pay tuition, I didn’t have the social status. The kids who attend Saintswood are the sons of billionaires. Senators. Presidents. They’ve never lifted a spoon to their lips in their lives and they don't shop at discount outlets like me. When they go to Manhattan on Friday nights, they’re not decked out in Ralph Lauren. Hermès or nothing. Birkin bags are as common as MacBook Pros on this campus.
A tingle starts in my tummy. I try to fight it, clench my legs to fend it off. What… is happening? This is wrong. So disgusting and fucked up.
Rook busts his nut on my cheek. It splatters across my nose and jaw, decimating me with his cum. "Fuck, bitch. I haven’t cum like that in all my four years at Saintswood."
Brock, who’s been jerking off behind me, explodes on the back of my head. "Filthy little slut. You’re going to be painted in cum tonight. That’s what you get for wearing a sweater and leggings to a frat party. Putting these whores in their kitty ears to shame."
Colt fucks my throat relentlessly. Raw. Primal. He doesn’t pay attention to what his friends are doing. Right now, Rook’s hand is traveling down my tummy, slipping under my leggings. He slides a finger in my pussy, which brings tears to my eyes.
"She’s wet." Rook drives his finger up to my clit.
Colt unleashes in my throat. Shot after shot of his vicious cum paints my tonsils and cheeks. The streams of salty release batter-ram my tonsils, making them swell.
I gag on his cock, the length swelling to a size that my petite throat can’t contain. My body fucks me over and explodes around Rook’s finger.
I’m covered in cum. The back of my head, my cheeks, my lips, and my throat. Now, I’m shaking as atom bombs of red-hot heat detonate inside me for the first time in my life.
Is this… an orgasm? That’s never happened to me before. This must be what Nate told me about during our late-night chats all those years ago.
"Leggings off." Colt keeps his dick in my throat, still fucking me. Dominating me. Showing me he owns me by force. "Check the bitch’s pussy."
Brock rips my leggings in two from behind, which makes me see red. I claw at Colt’s muscular thighs, batting them to tell him to pull out of my throat. He doesn’t. Calm and deadly, he keeps his shaft where it is.
Rook and Brock walk to my front. They stare at my pussy, which is on full display. It’s soaking wet, glistening in the moonlight that creeps in through the window.
Brock drops to his knees and licks a line up my slit. I shake, desperate for these sick fucks to let me go, but loving Brock’s rough tongue on me. Brock sucks my clit and for a second, I think I’ll come again.
Brock removes his mouth from me. "She came."
Did not. I want to scream this, shout it out so everyone at this party can hear. I didn’t come, you fucking freaks. You’ve wrecked my first semester at Saintswood and I want to get away from you.
My body screams something different. Never in my life have I come before. Every inch of me straining toward another orgasm.
I hate that I liked this. I hate that my body consented. I hate that I want them to do it again.
I'm the Sinners' new plaything.
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