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She cries out, her hands planted firmly on the ground like she’s debating, trying to escape. I pause once fully seated, reveling in the high I’ve been chasing for years. Savoring her tight ass constricting around the base of my cock.
I lean forward and brush her hair across her nape. “Relax, Abbs.” I kiss her shoulder and run my fingers down her ribs. She shudders and clenches around me. I grab her leash and fist her hair in the same motion as I sit back on my heels. Her back arches beautifully. Her scream is my own private concert.
I slap her cheeks to ensure there will be a handprint there for days. I want her to think of me every time she twists that gorgeous body in the mirror. I slowly slide my cock out, her puckered entrance stretched wide, ready for me. Guiding my tip back in, I slam into her hard, her ass slapping against my abdomen.
Pulling the chain, her collar tightens, and I reach around her front and toy with her clit as I wreak havoc on her ass with my cock. This time, she doesn’t go limp. With each flick of my finger, she rocks her ass against my cock, erratic motions that have no rhyme or reason as she chases her ecstasy.
“Are you ready to come, Abigail?” I growl. She whimpers, and I remove my hand and the pressure, robbing her of the release.
“You ass,” she seethes.
My hand lands across her ass even harder than before. “Do. You. Want. To. Come?”
“Fuck! Yes!” She moves her hips again, and I tighten the collar, stilling her attempt at robbing me of this moment.
“Yes, what?” I grind through my teeth. “Right answers only, or I’ll leave you right now to watch me fist my cock in my hand and finish myself, refusing you the privilege.”
“Yes, sir,” she says on a moan.
“Good fucking girl.”
I find her needy clit, and her legs tremble under me. She’s so close, and fuck, so am I.
Mine. She’s fucking mine, and this ass is fucking mine. My brothers did a good job prepping her for me. She looked the devil in the eye and saidharder.
She finds her sweet release just as I fill her ass with my cum.
thirty-nine
unknown
IwatchAbbyandParker from a few rows behind them. Jealousy courses through my veins at the sight of them out in public like this. His hand on hers, how I wish that was me holding on to her, but our time is not now. How Parker survived that crash, I would very much like to know as he should be dead, but next time, I will be more thorough and take his hand as a souvenir. After all, when it comes to killing a man, sometimes you have to make sure the job gets done, and I plan on making it happen sooner rather than later. All three boys playing a man's game with my little canary will die.
My eyes widen as I see Ryan and Colin kiss her in front of a stadium filled with people. This I will not tolerate. I will not stand for them making a spectacle out of her. Marking her as a whore for all to see. Taking her in private is one thing, but announcing to the world that they are all fucking her is another story, one in which their ending will not be a happy one. As the crowd cheers, I go down the steps and over to the opposite side of the field, where the opposing team returns to the locker room for halftime. I stop one of the bigger players for Dakota and pull him over to me, distancing him from the other players.
“What’s your name, kid?” I ask, playing it off in an English accent that I know all too well.
“Are you a scout?” He asks me.
“Kid, I will get you into any school you want by connection alone. If you do this favor for me.” He eyes me up and down, but something in my eyes makes him know that I am a dangerous man who can make things happen for him.
“Brian French.”
“Brian, I need you to do me a favor. Do this for me and anything you want will be yours. I am a man of honor, and my words are good as gold.”
He nods, solidifying our deal.
“Those two boys who made a spectacle on the opposing team, pick one and take him out.”
“Out of the game, sir? That will be no problem.”
“The game. Life. Up to you.” His eyes go cold, and something sinister takes over his expression as if I gave him the key to the kingdom he has been dreaming of his whole life.
“You, you want me to kill them?”
“That’s up to you.”
I make my way back to the stands to watch. To my dismay, Brian French sat on the bench the whole second half of the game. Kill it is, I guess, as his eyes never leave Ryan on the field.
